It's been a year now.
A year of missions.
A year of blood.
A year of killing innocent lives with hands that no longer felt like mine.

Every time i came back from a mission, the screams stayed.
They never stopped.

"Wake up!"
The guards voice cut through the fog in my mind.

I blinked, my body already moving before I could think. Hydra trained me well.

"You're being relocated" he said

"Where?" My voice came out rough, tired.

"Sokovia" he replied.

The helicopter ride was silent except for the hum of the engine and the wind cutting through the air. When we landed, I was met by another Hydra officer- older, with a sharp face and colder eyes.

"Strucker" the guard greeted.

"Strucker?" I muttered under my breath, lips twisting into a smile.
"What kind of name is that?" I ask

The back of his hand cracked across my face before I could finish the thought.

"Watch your mouth" he said

Strucker didn't even look at me when he spoke.
"Take her to the cell next to the twins" he said

Twins?
There were others?

They shoved me into a small cell. Bare concrete walls, a single cot, and a few concrete blocks scattered on the floor.

I lifted my hand.
The blocks rose into the air, wrapped in a soft blue glow.

The powers hummed through me- familiar, almost comforting. The only thing I could still control.

Across the room, I heard voices. Strucker and one of his scientists stood at the far end of the hall, h their tones low and sharp.

"What about the volunteers?" The scientist asked.

"The dead will be buried so deep their own ghosts won't be able to find them." Strucker replied.

"And the survivors?"

"The siblings." He said. Then he gaze flickered to my cell.
"And the girl" he said

Three cells.
Three experiments.

The boy in the first cell was a blur of silver, farting from wall to wall, slamming into the glass in restless energy. He looked about eighteen, maybe nineteen.

The girl beside him sat cross-legged on the floor, crimson energy swirling around her hands like smoke.

And me-
The youngest. Fourteen. My hands wrapped in blue light, lifting broken pieces of my world.

Strucker turned to the scientist, voice low and certain.

"Sooner or later they will meet. It's not a world of spies anymore, not even a world of heroes" he said

He paused, a faint smile pulling at his mouth.

This is the age of miracles, doctor. There's nothing more horrifying than a miracle." He said

His words echoed through the hall.

The boy kept running.
The girl kept swirling red.
And I-
I smashed the blocks together with all the force I had left, watching them shatter across the floor.