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𝗍 𝗁 𝗂 𝗋 𝗍 𝗒 － 𝗈 𝗇 𝖾

༅ 𝟤𝟢𝟣𝟦, 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒 ༅

MARTA WAS SITTING IN THE Tower, reading over the notebook Steve gave her to help her adapt to the modern world. She wore Bucky's dog tags only, because she had sent Thomas's to Andy. They belonged to Thomas's son, not to Marta. In the week since Marta's most recent attack on Steve, she was quiet and distant from the man who loved her too much. Marta was ashamed for what she had done, and Steve knew.

        Her brother's tags were in his gentle grip, her eyes scanning Steve's scrawly handwriting that had graced many notes, birthday cards and letters he once penned to Marta. She looked up from the book at the sound of a person sitting down across from her, and Marta was surprised to see Natasha staring at her, trying to figure her out. Nathasha may have been an excellent spy, but Marta was a military Lieutenant, and she wasn't going to crack easily.

        The two women probably stared at each other for over ten minutes. Marta wasn't surprised that Natasha broke first, and she casually stuck her nose back in Steve's notebook. "I don't trust you." Natasha deadpanned a moment later.

        Marta chuckled. "I don't trust you, either." she didn't look up.

        "I think you're dangerous, and I don't want you to hurt Steve." Natasha said, her red hair curled around her shoulders.

        This statement caused Marta to close the notebook, her blue eyes meeting Natasha's. "I didn't choose to be dangerous. But I would never intentionally hurt Steve. I wouldn't do that." Marta said strongly.

        Natasha wasn't convinced. "You told him you didn't want to marry him. You destroyed him. That seems pretty intentional." the red-head continued, trying to find who Marta really was beneath her hard exterior that Steve constantly tried to push through.

        "Were you there?" Marta's remark incited silence upon Natasha, and Marta waited a moment before she continued on. "That was a long time ago. I know Steve loves me, but I wish he didn't. I'm not good for him, and I'm terrified that I might end up killing him. But I know him, Natasha, and I know he won't move on from me again." the blonde woman pushed some of her hair behind her ears, her gaze never leaving Natasha's eyes.

        The assassin was quiet, and Marta opened her notebook again. When Natasha left, Marta smiled to herself. Maybe she trusted Marta more, but Marta wasn't going to trust Natasha off of one conversation. Later that afternoon, Steve and Marta were with Bruce, looking at a holographic image of Marta's brain. "It's damaging her memory more and more every time Hydra activates the disk." Bruce pointed to the aparent damage to Marta's brain.

        Marta frowned, holding onto her brother's tags. "That sucks." she said quietly, looking away from her brain.

        "Can you do anything to stop it?" Steve asked, his arms crossed over his chest as he leant against the nearest wall.

        Bruce sighed. "This tech is really advanced. It makes JARVIS look like a toy." the scientist said grimly.

        Marta frowned, looking at Steve. "JARVIS is..." she trailed off, eyebrows raised.

        "Tony's A.I.," Steve answered, but Marta's face was still blank. "His talking computer." Marta understood now, taking another look at the images Bruce had displayed.

        Marta looked away from the hologram of her brain too early, and she was on the ground screaming as her disk turned red. In the amount of time it took for Bruce and Steve to call Tony, Clint and Natasha for back-up, Marta—under Hydra's control—had thrown Bruce across the room upon seeing restraints in his hands, and she was landing punch after punch to Steve's face. "Marta... stop! It's Steve!" Steve shouted, flipping Marta over and pinning her to the ground.