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In the first three months that his parents disappeared, Aly became closer and closer to his brother, protecting him from everything, after all, his parents were counting on it. What she didn't count was that her super protection would cost some scars over time.
When separated, the brothers suffered a lot, but Peter always had his uncles with him, ensuring they would bring Alison back soon.
Empty promises.
Alison could be a child, but her intelligence and maturity were undeniable. Genetics, probably. Determined and brave, a dreamy and happy little girl who had a bright future ahead of her.
In a perfect world.
At the age of 8, perfect was the worst word in the world to define how everything was.
HYDRA was behind her abilities, to be tested, and turn it into a weapon.
Just another ordinary day for them.
But Aly never managed to achieve her total skill potential, never knew everything she could do, so she never had a chance to escape. All those things they experienced in her also did nothing to help, she constantly felt weak and sick, dehydrated and malnourished, because feeding a growing child were not exactly in their plans.
Alison did everything she could to protect her brother when she realized they wanted to do with him, what they were doing to her, or even worse. Even about threat, pressure and torture she did not speak her location, which was unknown, thanks to SHIELD.
Keep my promise to Mom. That's what made her sane.
(Flashback)
- I promise we'il be back soon. - Do you really have to go? I miss you so much when you're not here.
- We also miss you sweetie, but we need to go, it's an emergency. - Peter's going to be upset when he finds out you guys traveled again without saying goodbye to him.
- I think some cookies will make him feel better when we get back, I don't want to wake him up, he needs to sleep, so you can have energy and play a lot tomorrow, besides, it's an emergency, we can't let it go princess. You know why, right? If they call us to an emergency, if we ignore it...
- People can die, be taken from their families when you could have done something.
- That's right, and we can't stay, even if it's for our family, because...
- Because we cann't decided whether our family or our lives are more important than the others.
-That's right, my little girl! I'm so proud of you. Take care of your brother. Keep him safe.
- Always mom, always. I love you mom and daddy.
- We love you, too, more than anything. See you, babe .
- Bye Mommy, bye Daddy, save a lot of lives!
(Flashback end)
When the soldiers saw how resilient she was, they thought about using it for them.
After about a six months of torture, they threw her in a saddle with two more people and left her there.
- Hi, my name is Alison. She greeted the men who were there, with a shy smile on her face, and a certain hesitation in her words. Fear, probably.
At that moment, a soldier with an octopus band on the arm appeared and entered the saddle, brute pulling one of the men who were inside the saddle and breaking his neck, right there, without hesitation, soon after, withdrew from the room, leaving only the girl and a seemingly young man, probably disturbed by such brutality demonstrated in front of a mere child.
- These bad men were after my brother, they hurt me, but I didn't say where he was, and now he killed this man, I want to go home, I'm scared.
-Did they hurt you? Asked the man now sitting on a cement bench in the corner of the saddle.
There she nodded timidly with his head. And his clear eyes began to mare.
The man then, moved, tried to reassure the child, starting a conversation, as he left with experience that there was not much to do.
-Hi Alison, my name is James...
Alison then realized that a glow reflected where her left arm should be, and approached, with some curiosity.
- But my friends used to call me Bucky.