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༅ 𝟤𝟢𝟣𝟦, 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝗇, 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗋𝗄 ༅

A FEW DAYS AFTER MARTA woke up, she tried to kill Steve again in the middle of the night. Their rooms were across the hallway from the other, as Marta wanted the comfort of Steve's presense. No one was sure why Marta would randomly want to kill Steve, but Bruce and Tony had their theories.

        "I'm thinking that what remains of Hydra is activating her. That disk does something, we just don't know what yet." Bruce had explained one morning as Marta sat on a table, drinking coffee with an added flavor of scotch.

        "As long as I don't try to kill other people, we're good." Marta said, glancing at the purple bruises on Steve's face from her ruthless punches.

        Steve didn't comment on her words, instead simply nodding. It was weird between Steve and Marta after Marta learned of their child, which would never be born. She was quiet, and she stayed in her room most of the time. Steve tried not to take it to heart, knowing that she was adjusting to the modern world. He wished she wanted to talk to him more.

        Later that day, Marta was sitting at a table in the Avengers Tower after meeting Natasha Romanoff and Sam Wilson. Steve, Tony and Bruce were also there, and Tony had just finished explaining the absence of Thor, the God from space. "I'm so done asking questions." Marta muttered, sipping quietly from a glass of vodka. Her alcohol tolerance was as high as ever.

        "No, it's good to ask questions. It'll help with your adapation to the world." Bruce said, standing behind Natasha, who sat beside Steve. The red-head was skeptical of the girl Steve had loved his whole life, and of what she knew about Bucky Barnes.

        Marta shrugged, sitting across from Steve and between Sam and Tony. "Alright. We're gonna play a little game here." She said, leaning forward on the table, her weight on her elbows.

        Steve was confused. "Like, chess?" He questioned. He had been waiting for Marta to fall into her old habits, and playing chess was her favorite thing to do.

        "You have chess?" Marta asked, her blue eyes shining brightly. It was the happiest she had looked since she had been awake.

        Steve shook his head. "I don't, but I could find you a set." Sam and Natasha eyed each other from across the table. It was clear that Steve Rogers would do anything for Marta Barnes.

        "This is sickening." Tony murmered into his hand, rolling his eyes at Bruce's warning look. Marta was beginning to open up, and Bruce wanted nothing to change that.

        Marta ignored Tony's words. "We should look. I'd love to play chess with you."

        Natasha was growing irriated at Steve veering Marta off the topic she wanted to speak about. "What is the game you had in mind, Marta?" She cut the conversation off before it could continue.

        "Oh, that. I'm going to name a bunch of people, and you all are going to tell me if they're dead or alive." Marta said, nonchalantly swallowing more vodka.

        The five people in the room grimaced, not expecting that to come out of Marta's mouth. "That's dark." Sam muttered quietly. Marta simply shrugged.