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"SWEET JESUS," MARTA SAID WITH her blue eyes wide as she stared at the rows of quinjets in front of her. "This is insane." all of the technology in the Avengers Tower and the city of New York constantly blew Marta's mind, and she wondered if anything would ever make sense to her again.

Steve smiled, standing on Marta's left, with Clint Barton, who had just traveled to New York, on Marta's right. "What kind of planes did you fly?" Clint asked, still getting used to dealing with two ninety-year-old super-soldiers.

"The great North American P-51 Mustang." Marta responded as the trio made their way over to one of the quinjets.

"This is a little different." Clint said, opening the hatch of the plane. Showing Marta modern planes was her own idea, because she had been bored out of her mind the past few weeks in the tower. Every day, Bruce and Tony ran tests on her, and every day, Marta wanted to punch someone in the face.

Steve stood inside the quinjet as Clint showed Marta the large amount of controls and weapons the plane was equipped with. "Be careful." he said cautiously as Marta flipped a switch that she shouldn't have.

The man's concern made Marta smile to herself. "I flew a jet loaded with missles into ice. I think I can handle this." Marta said, tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulder.

There was tension between Steve and Marta, but they were both set on ignoring it. It was too complicated, so they dusted it under the rug and stepped right over it. There were bigger things to worry about. Marta was enamored with the flight models of this century, but it made her miss being a pilot for the military even more than she already did. It made her miss Thomas, and Howard, and Bucky.

Steve told Marta about the Air Force, a part of the US military that had been born from her work in the Aeronautical Division. She was named as a founder, and her tactical bombs and unique flight patterns were still used by soldiers in current military settings. "That's cool." Marta smiled, trying to downplay the excitement she felt at hearing this news.

They were sitting in Marta's room, which was tucked away from the chaos that belonged to the Avenger's Tower. It was nearest to Steve's room, as well as Bruce's lab, where he was tirelessly working on a way to remove Hyrda's disk from Marta's brain. Steve was sitting in a chair across from Marta's bed, where she lightly braided her hair casually.

"Does it help?" Marta asked suddenly, looking out of her large window, her fingers in her blonde locks.

"Does what help?" Steve questioned, unsure of what Marta was asking.

"Being an 'Avenger'. Does it help make you forget about everything?" she clarified. Marta knew who she was from a very young age. She was going to be a pilot, and fight for her country, and make a difference. But since she came out of the ice, everything was different. Marta didn't know who she was anymore, and it frustrated her to no end.

Steve frowned. "I don't think anything will make me forget our life before the ice. But it helps, I guess. Why do you ask?" Steve ran a hand through his blonde hair, watching Marta intently.

Before Marta could answer, a sharp, searing and electrifying pain ripped through Marta's skull, and she was doubled over on the hard floor, clutching her head and screaming at the top of her lungs. Steve immediately reached her, shouting her name as he tried to find out what was wrong. Bruce ran into the room when he heard Marta's screams, instantly using Tony's A.I. to call for Tony and Clint for back-up.