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⌖REPORT DATED:JANUARY 17, 2004⌖

⌖CURRENT WHEREABOUTS:SOKOVIA⌖

Two lessons were ingrained into 1991 at an extremely young age. Firstly, never show anything. No emotions, no feelings, no opinions, absolutely nothing because everything is to be kept a secret from everyone. Secondly, refusing to do even the simplest thing ( even if the word 'no' slips from her lips ) a beating or whipping is in store. There is no refusing being put under, no resisting being torn apart and being molded again over and over again.

In a small, grime ridden cube lies the toy soldier. Her worn vibranium arm reflects the yellowed light that makes the cell seem a little less horrible. Her dark brunette hair is chopped short and uneven, and her muscles ache from the most recent surgery.
             

As her hardened amber eyes crack open slowly her left hand lifts to wipe away the sleep keeping them closed. The space surrounding her thin figure is blurry as her eyes first begin adjusting to the square. A soundless groan slips off of her cracked lips as she sits up with careful eyes. A single thought fights to command the surface of the mountain of questions and voices in her head.

           
'I survived, again...'

             
It's not meant for her to seem ignorant, 1991 knows exactly why, that through her entire life, she still breathes. She is neither disappointed or surprised in her fate, she only reminds herself of the obvious.
             

Strucker would personally slit the throats of the entire experimentation division if they killed his precious asset during the process.

Her eyes flit to each corner of the cell. A bit of blood drying on the slim mattress beside her smelling of despair rings true to her observation that she may be the only survivor, again. The invisible lines where the walls have been marred show struggles of missing persons and other ghosts long gone. The material around her is impervious and ever changing to contain the abilities the Sokovia team hopes the survivors possess. If, and only if they manage to live.
             

Despite the loud wire bed and holey blanket Freefall knows she won't be here for long. Supernatural powers have always been easy for her to manipulate to her will.

           
A higher pitched shriek alerts her to one of the other two still alive. She can feel their minds through her telepathic ability ( which she already possessed ). Still the scientists and doctors that have their piercing gazes settled on her, that the Rogue can feel through the one way glass, think she could struggle with whatever she gains this round. They ignore the screaming girl, focusing on Strucker's prize first and foremost. The experiment itself was performed differently than the ones she has been forced through before, far more different than the serums flowing through her veins.

             
Suddenly her fingers begin to glow, grabbing the attention of several watching as sparks flick off from her fingertips. A blood red light comes from her eyes and a horrid smirk paints her features with a twisted grin. 1991's hands cup together and she closes her eyes to better concentrate her inner energy into her palms. Small bursts of energy tinted a crimson as kinetic mist curls around her fists. Already having this power, she grins able to feel the amount inside of her double and her control over it grows rapidly.

             
Yet 1991 has to take a moment from the world, because the world begins to crowd into her head. Her consciousness slips away with her mind focused on white noise and gentle rain. The soft sounds flow through her like a gentle mountain stream, her muscles unwinding, and her heartbeat gradually slowing. The voices and the thoughts of others are pulled away with the tide of a never ending ocean of the mind. Fears can destroy a person, even if said fears do not belong to said person experiencing them.

The silence Freefall has found is broken by another blood curdling scream from close by. One of the other survivors again. 'Incredibly unfortunate for them,' she thought. She easily discovered that they were twins and are only a couple years younger than she. The girl, 1991 knew, happened to be suffering from telepathy for the first time. The ability could be paired with telekinesis, much like Freefall's own powers. Telepathy is both a blessing and a curse for those who obtain it, especially in the work that 1991 does. The curse that it comes with is that the world has full right to being in your head, forever unable to get the world out of your head can a drive a person mad easily, especially when it's all because someone gave you permission to look into the world's head. The boy, however, she could feel the energy waves bouncing from his cell as he hit the walls in a blur. The issue in his case, super speed. 1991 could recall reacting to her heightened senses and reflexes after first becoming a super soldier similarly.

The older door that belongs to her cell creaks open with a deafening screech. Freefall rushes to stand at attention as one of the head doctor's enters the small room, her face blank and her tone monotonous.

           
"Freefall Rogue?"
           
"Ready to comply."
           
"Fery kood, follow."
           
"Ja, zir."
           
"Vu schall help zee girl, help her learn to dull zee noizes like vu once did."
           
"Ja, zir."
           
"Und help zee poy slow dovn. Zen vu vill return to normal training."
           
"Zir, ja, zir."

She is directed into the girl's square first, her eyes are faintly glowing with a crazed glint in them. Freefall bends to her knees in front of the shaking girl, 1991 careful to give off an aura filled with calming thoughts. Showing the child that no harm was to come to her, at that moment.

           
"Do vu know Englisch?"

             
1991 focuses on the girl, Wanda, that's her name she discovers. Wanda nods slowly as they keep eye contact. Freefall motioning with her hands as she speaks, her accent mixed heavily, "kood. Now focus on a zound. Like rain or vite noize. Focus on it vith your zupconscious and zee foices vill sdop."

             
1991 sits with her for a few minutes, she can almost feel Wanda's breathing slow as she begins meditating. The odd coloured glow surrounding Wanda's eyes dims. It happens to be similar to Freefalls's crimson red ability, Wanda's kinesis reminds her of a color the Madame once wore. Fuchsia, quite vivid and calming really.

             
Freefall is nearly jerked from the cube and is then tossed face first into the boy's. She had picked up his name from Wanda's river of thoughts, Piertro Maximoff. His dark auburn hair that once matched his twin's has silvered at the tips. Blue wisps follow his blurred form as he continues to stumble with no control.

"Take deep preaths, now. Kood."

The boy gulps down the chill air, gradually slowing in his circles around the cube. His wide, panicked blue eyes meet her cold brown orbs as he shudders to a stop before collapsing to his knees. Freefall kneels down before the boy, taking his chin in her roughly calloused hands to make his fallen eyes meet her stoic gaze. She has to keep him focused on slowing down as carefully as she can.

           
"Akain. Slow heartbeat, slover vu. Fast heartbeat, fasder vu."

             
1991 knows it had been easier for the twins to trust her, to listen to the commands she gives. Even with her rusted metal arm and rough accent that has no place to call home. She looks their age, younger even despite her more than likely being older. Cyro will do that to a person. Hydra and the KGB both froze her, sometimes betweens missions and other times between experiments so her body could adjust. Or they simply want an immortal soldier as well as the other things they've made her.

After the Rogue comforts the boy she is taken to a large gym of sorts with high ceilings and padded walls designed specifically to test and to hone the abilities the subjects obtain ( as well as a chance to see new developments in their toys ). The team of doctors even insist on checking the incision areas they performed the surgery on. A thin, smooth cut of a blue stone is embedded in her chest that continuously glows lightly. The veins around it have darkened, and the aqua color of the stone begins to bleed scarlet at the edges where it touches her skin. The doctors grin as a nurse reaches out to clean the cut of stone, they claim joyously that she has bonded with the stone.

Still the Sokovia team decides to do things far more different than any of the other teams 1991 has worked with. They assign her to a team that consists of herself and the Maximoff twins. After much training the plan will be to send them out on missions. It is strange to Freefall, she's gotten used to working with a tactical team, or with the Winter Soldier, or even solo.

             
She is taken to an unnaturally clean apartment with three bunks inside ( the Sokovia team obviously expected more subjects to survive the process ). The space has two bathrooms needlessly labeled girls and boys, alongside a small living area with only a couch and an uneven table. 'It's all we'll need anyway,' she muses as she takes soft footsteps over to the farthest bunk pushed up against the left wall, 1991 throws her deflated duffle they had pushed into her arms up onto the top before she begins folding the sheets on the bed below.

About a week later the twins are deemed mentally and physically stable enough to join Freefall in the bunk. When the two step inside and see only her, their expressions flicker with recognition and confusion as the door thuds heavily behind them. A resounding click is heard as the door locks them in, meals being served earlier. She can hear Wanda gingerly question the most pressing thought in their minds as they set their bags in the other two bunks.

           
"Vhere are the others?"
           
"Zey expected more to zurffive zan us," she interrupts the twins conversation with a blunt answer.
           
"Zey zaid it vas zafe?"
           
"Zey lied to vu."

The Maximoffs share a scared glance as Freefall sighs and pulls back the thin blanket covering the mattress to sleep.
             
The two tried to connect with her very quickly. It became nerving for 1991 as they attached themselves to her immediately, it happened to be even more nerve-racking for her as she began to realize that she liked them as well. They relaxed around the killer, forming a personality for their new friend in the similar situation as them. 'How ironic,' the Rogue still smirks sadly to herself, 'seeing as I have been bred not to have one'. She can not relax, she is an asset and this is what she is.

Eventually she came to enjoy their company, getting to know them as they tore down her walls. It came to be a brutal task for the two, with every brick they threw away another mission would stack dozens more to keep them out. 1991 remembers that they were friendly, she never took it any farther than that.

             
Through one uncomfortable situation, Wanda and Pietro decided they wanted something to call her other than 'hey you'. They immediately received her number and her codename. However it wouldn't be enough for the stubborn twins, still too young to register that those are the 'most appropriate' names she has ever been called. Pietro and Wanda graciously gave the topic up, until they saw the tags tucked around her neck and spent every moment since trying to steal a glance at them. Freefall has never looked at them, she isn't allowed to.

The Freefall Rogue routinely never spends much time in one spot ( same as the Winter Soldier ) to keep up the appearance of her ghostly-ness. Therefore a year or so later her reassignment became officialized.

             
The States in the Americas.

             
Reaching the States, Hydra places the heavy workload of missions upon missions everywhere on the Rogue. Although the States were Hydra's main target Freefall travels farther south into Central American and South America and up north into Canada quite often. She meets high ranking officers and officials every other minute between missions because the Freefall Rogue is one of two of the best assets ( Strucker's most successful toy yet ) in the Hydra artillery.
             

As she is kept busy completing a handful of missions in the Dakotas she realizes something. That on this very night, all the plans that have been laid before her are finally to fall perfectly into place for her. Her gaze travels to her cuffed hands and her fingers twitch as she adds and subtracts the years in her head, sixteen, her age ( she hopes ) she has aged older than the twins would be at this point. Freefall's age is simply a puzzle she enjoys playing with during long transports such as this one.

The rookie's plans are to move her through the rural land farther north along the border. The small rookie team escorting her has her locked down and monitored closely in the back of a stuffy eighteen wheeler's trailer. Later in the night they plan to stop a few miles outside of a town that an experienced team would normally head around.

Her train of thought diverts from the rusted tracks of counting the years she's lived and dives off into a memory she'd rather never reminisce, despite the fact that it is so fuzzy it might as well have been a dream. The only time she knows she's ever even attempted escape, to run off to nowhere and become a real ghost to the world. Freefall had been escorted out to a jet when she took the opportunity to kill her handlers and take off. Barely making it off of the ground before being shot. They decided that wiping her more often after the incident happened to be completely necessary.

In the night between the simple, quiet songs of the crickets and gently whispers of trees, 1991 can hear the sounds coming from the sleeping town. Freefall knows exactly what she needs to do. Her hands pull together, closing her eyes to hide the blood red glow that comes as she focuses energy to her hands. The rookies hear the soft beeping from the monitors watching her every heartbeat too late before she lets the crimson burst of lightning and kinetic energy explode.
            

"Boom..."

             
She is smirking happily as she steps out of the carnage of the rest of the truck and equipment. Broken bodies bleed slowing in the damage she leaves behind as the engine blows. Smoke curls up into the night sky meeting the searchlights from the helicopters already getting closer. Her smile grows under the mask as Freefall pats the right shoulder of her white uniform that caught fire, using her left hand of course ( no reason to ruin the only good hand she has left. )

             
That sparks yet another memory as she studies the vibranium prosthetic, short circuiting the chip her handlers were using to track her progress. 1991 takes her first deep breath of freedom as she starts jogging towards the town. The air smells of smoke and hints of blood. The Rogue stops, tilting her head to the side as her back presses against a tree while the helicopter's searchlights passes by the shadows she hides within. As the sounds of the multiple emergency sirens get closer she sets off and begins sprinting for the town.

             
Sure a girl smelling of smoke, in a fresh snowfall white ( mildly burned ) combat suit with a black mask and muzzle set covering her face ( not to mention the super inconspicuous metal arm ) is a bit unsettling. But the town will be busy checking fuse boxes, the news, or sleeping through the chaos like people do at three o'seven a.m.

             
Freefall does however begin to ponder, she has always collected energy since she gained her abilities and stores it inside herself. If 1991 hides out anywhere outside this town, even inside it now since most of the town might not have power due to the power lines she may have hit. So having a larger amount of energy coursing through her will not be helpful as she hides from the numerous governments and agencies who either want her to work for them, dead, or behind bars ( if anyone could even guess who she is ) and only if they were watching electronic signals.

            
"Guess people are paying attention for the unnatural.' Freefall supposes, sensing a bullet cut through the air heading for her back, but she lunges and rolls forward dodging it with ease, then Freefall tries to dodge to the side as an arrow flies out of no where and goes straight through her calf before sticking just as the tip breaks skin on the opposite side it entered. 1991 throws her left hand up to bring in a fog to mask the streets she is running through. She uses the arm to deflect another bullet coming for her chest and with a small ting it bounces off and into the wall beside her as Freefall partially limps into an alley. The hightech mask covering brown orbs switches one lens with a thought to show an infrared view.

             
It switches back as she grunts from the force of a taser ramming her in the neck. Yet 1991 doesn't flinch as the energy courses into her. Hands sparking, she grabs the hand holding the taser to flip the person behind her over her head. She looks down at a redhead before sending a pulse of energy into her arm causing her to blackout. No one can see the smirk Freefall has under the muzzle ( so what if she enjoys some of the maiming she gets to do ). Freefall picks her head up from watching the redhead's hand fall limply to see a man with a bow on his back. 'Does he know how weird that is, it's the twenty-first century not the dark ages'.

             
"How the hell did you-?"

            
She tazes him too, well electrocutes him to be specifically accurate. Freefall didn't bother touching him, watching as his skin twitches from left over energy.

             
"Freeze."

             
The Rogue stops calmly and turns to face another man, standing heroically with back up around the opening of the alley, he's pointing a glock twenty-six at her chest.

            
"Who are you."

She chuckles softly, rolling tightened shoulders as her thoughts sense the team around her tensing like cats preparing to slaughter mice. Her voice is mechanical through the mask as she speaks.

            
"I forkot."
             

Then he pulls the trigger and everything drifts to nothing but cursed memories...

⌖𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐲'𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐈𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. *𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐦*⌖
⌖𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲'𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤? 𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰!⌖
⌖𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲'𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬! 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞!⌖
⌖𝟏𝟎-𝟐𝟓-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎⌖

⌖So here we are with chapter two once again! It's definitely been ages, but I've been spending a lot of time finding my writing style and I really like where I am right now! For my first time readers I hope you enjoyed it, but for my second time readers y'all will probably have noticed and will notice even more changes as Freefall gets going again!⌖

⌖Let me know what y'all think so far! Thank you all for the support, comments, and votes!! Don't I love each of you to Asgard and back!⌖

⌖Word Count : 3199⌖
⌖1-23-2021⌖

YEET ANOTHER CHAPTER EDITED!! NOT MUCH DIFFERENT IN THIS ONE EITHER!!
( 6-3-2021 )