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HYDRA's fifth experiment was clueless and naive, she just figured that what she was being taught, and what was happening to her, was a regular thing. Something that happened to everybody.

How was she, a child, supposed to know what was wrong with the way she was being treated? But she knew something was wrong when the fateful sirens were going off.

She just about managed to slip past the guard to her room, and recognised two people like her that she had seen in the training rooms. Though she was a child, she still approached cautiously, and when she was close enough, she slipped her small hand into the man's.

The silver haired twin nearly jumped in surprise, but he looked down to see a child, no older than twelve— maybe younger, holding onto his rough hand. He gave the girl a kind smile, feeling the need to give her some comfort in the panicking building.

His twin looked at the girl as well, an eyebrow raised in question. She kneeled down beside the girl, placing a large hand on her small shoulder, and asked her a question.

"What is your name?" The woman asked kindly, which made the fifth experiment look at her with wide eyes. She held out a dainty wrist, and two numbers seemed to be branded into it.

05

"Five," the ginger girl told her with a shy smile, and the Maximoff twins shared a concerned look.

"My name is Wanda," the lady told her in a polite way, though her heavy accent made Five furrow her eyebrows slightly to understand. The ginger nodded and looked up to the older twin, who was looking down at her with a faint smile. She pointed at him in question, which made Wanda smile at the child.

"I'm Pietro," he informed her, his accent also thick. The ginger kid stood close to him, finding a sense of comfort with the speedster. She looked up at him once again after looking down with wide eyes.

"Why do you speak funny?" She asked innocently. The two shared equally amused looks, before Pietro kneeled down beside his younger twin.

"We are from a different place," he told her, his pronunciation slightly different. She nodded at his words before wrapping her arms around his neck. She couldn't decipher why she liked him, or why she felt so comfortable within his presence, but she did. And she could tell he was a bit sad, so she hugged him tightly.

His eyes were wide with surprise, and it made his twin stifle a laugh at the look on his face. He carefully hugged the small girl back, and eventually pulled away.

"We're going to go outside, do you want to come with us?" Wanda asked her gently, allowing the ginger to take her hand as well as her twin's. The girl nodded excitedly, before telling them a story.

"When I asked to go outside before, the mean man said no! He said that I'm not supposed to go anywhere until they tell me, but then the nice man showed me what outside looks like. But then I wanted to see it again and asked, but the nice man never came back." She explained to them, excitedly pulling them away from their dark corner.
The two frowned at each other, realising that the 'nice man' was most likely killed. But then, Pietro turned to the child with a large grin.

"Hey," he said to her, making her turn around with wide eyes. "do you want to go super fast?" He asked her, and she nodded happily. He turned to his twin, muttered. "Be right back." Before he picked up the small girl, and ran outside with her.

When they arrived, she giggled at the snow, a gasp of amazement falling from her lips soon after. She shivered a bit, but turned to Pietro with a large smile.

"Stay right here," he instructed, and she nodded before sitting down to play in the snow. She was rolling around, her hair soaking wet by the time the two twins came back. Wanda laughed at the sight of the ginger, how she was soaking and shivering but still laughing happily.

"Okay, Pietro and I just have to do something, alright? We'll be back, and then we'll go somewhere. If anybody tries to hurt you, just run and shout, Pietro will find you." The child nodded with a small frown, but hugged Pietro before the two ran off again.

She wasn't planning on moving, but then there was somebody with a gun behind her, and her laughs were cut short.

"Stand up," a stern voice ordered, in an accent she was all too familiar with. She slowly stood up, her training reminding her of what to do in this situation. "Turn around, slowly." The man instructed, and she did just that, before kicking his knees and sprinting away.

"Pietro!" She shouted, her breathing coming in short gasps, hearing a lot of gun shots and people shouting in different languages and her own. "Wanda!"

She saw a large green thing destroying some guns, and a man and woman on the floor in the snow. She approached with caution, and upon hearing footsteps, the redhead looked up and pulled her gun out.

Five took a step back immediately, her eyes wide as she pulled long ginger strands from her face. She was about to turn around and run, but she was question.

"Hey," The fellow redhead said in a softer tone, slowly pulling her gun away. "are you okay?" Five nodded slowly, biting her lip slightly.

"Have you seen Pietro?" The child asked. "Or Wanda?"

The redhead shook her head, but then spoke into her earpiece. The kid started walking away, but she was called back.

"Woah! Where are you going? You could get hurt out here, kid." The redhead told her, making her frown. "You can stay with us, okay?" The ginger child nodded slowly, hesitantly.
"What's your name?"

"Five," The child told her with a small smile, holding out her wrist like she did with the twins. Natasha nodded with wide eyes as Five crouched down beside the injured man.

She slowly reached out her small hands, placing them gently over the sore wound and closing her eyes as a light fell from her hands. The assassin watched with cautious eyes as the child pulled away, revealing what seemed to be a makeshift bandage that was stopping the bleeding. Though the weird part was that it was glowing a pure white, and the fifth experiment could barely hear Natasha when she spoke on the comms.

"We got another enhanced, she's a kid, called Five. Gonna need evac for her as well. Seems friendly."

The next thing the ginger knew, she was being whisked away.