He never thought he was going to see her again.

Not that she completely shook his world and left a lasting impression – but for the past few weeks, he found his thoughts drifting to the girl. Wondering where she was, wondering what exactly happened to her that got her hurt in the first place. Yet, just as quickly as her face appeared in his mind, it left once he found something to distract him with.

Today, his distraction was walking around the city. His hood was lifted over his face, his eyes ignoring the people that walked by him. There was no direction for him, no place he wanted to go. Just somewhere. Somewhere away from that tower. Trusting in his feet, he lifted his eyes up.

Then she walked past him. He didn't realize it was her until her shoulder brushed against his. His head looked over his shoulder and she turned back, calling out a 'sorry' as she looked over her own. Their eyes met, but she kept moving.

She probably didn't remember him. But what was the harm in reminding her? He followed her, his eyes trained on the back of her wild, curly hair. When she was in the room with him, it was pulled back in a tight braid, much tamer than how it was now. The curls bounced around her, as she walked quickly, her hands clenched in fists at her sides.

By the time they arrived to her destination, he had the back of her head memorized. He was too busy keeping his eyes on her, that he didn't pay attention to where they were heading.

He froze at the gates of the cemetery. She was seated on the ground just by the entrance, her hands picking at the ground. Once the headstone was cleared, she started talking. Her voice was quiet, and he couldn't tell what she was saying, but once or twice he heard the same word. Mom.

He felt it in his chest. The death of family. Suddenly, he understood her more. Why she stayed silent about her life, why she avoided all the questions Pepper, Dr. Cho, and his sister asked her.

Len was frustrated. Beyond frustrated. She was angry, annoyed, pissed off, and whatever other word there was for it.

She had finally done it. Swallowed her pride and went to her sister. And for what? To get the damn door slammed in her face.

All she wanted to know was who her father was. But no. Juliette allowed her into the home, which was much more then Len thought her sister was going to do. Not being one to beat around the bush, Len asked outright. Juliette told her to leave. And that was that.

Her fingers traced over her mother's name, Yvonne Vincent. She had always admired her mother's first name. Len admired her name, her beauty, her red hair, almost everything about her. Her mother was one of the most kind, peaceful people she had ever met. Obviously it wasn't passed down to either her or her sister.

She frowned, sitting back. She had ranted to her mother when she first sat down, and now felt exhausted from it.

"I just need your help." Her voice was louder than before, the pleading almost visible in her words.

Look behind you.

The voice frightened her. She didn't recognize it, but it sounded like a twisted version of her own. Her heart started beating quickly, and she looked over her shoulder. There was someone standing at the gate watching her, and when she looked back, he stood up straighter. Her eyes narrowed and the voice spoke again.

Pietro.

Squinting her eyes more, she recognized his face. A small smile came to her lips and she stood, walking back to him. She kept her arms in front of her, thanking the high heavens that Pepper had given her a new set of clothing before she was released from the tower.

"You're alive."

"So are you." Barely. She smiled, holding the word back. For a moment, she forgot. She forgot about the voice, her sister, her frustrations.

"Do you have someone here or …. ?" She gestured back to the cemetery. He shook his head.

"I saw you and thought I would come and say hello." He pulled the hood back from his head, a wide grin on his face.

"Well, hi." She answered lamely. She moved closer to him. "Did you want to go somewhere? This place is kind of depressing." He nodded and the two started down the road. They fell into a silence, and Len searched her brain for something to say. She didn't want to ask anything personal, not wanting him to ask her the same. But nothing came to her mind. Pietro seemed to have the same issue, his eyes cast down as he thought.

"How is your sister?" Pietro looked up, a small smile on his face.

"Good, good. She wonders about you. If you are alright." Len smiled, feeling honored that someone cared for her well-being. Especially someone that she only talked to for a short amount of time. "You should come to the tower and visit her." Len chuckled, her elbow nudging his.

"Just her?" She rose an eyebrow and he looked forward, smiling. "Yeah, I should. She seems like a good person. You both do."

"So are you." Len smiled, not wanting to tell him how wrong he was. They kept moving forward, the Avenger's Tower appearing before them. She wondered if it was done on purpose. She gestured to the building, and he nodded. He led them inside, the security allowing them to pass.

She took the time to do what she didn't as she left. She looked around. Her mouth dropped open slightly, not realizing how huge the place was. Her head was too busy looking up, she didn't realize that she was about to walk right into someone.

When she crashed into the stranger, she brought her eyes forward, apologizing instantly.

It's him.

The voice spoke again. Her eyes went wide as she looked at the man in front of her. He looked back at her, confused. She couldn't tear her eyes away from his own. (Or rather, his one.) It was the same as looking into Juliette's eyes.

"Who are you?" He spoke with such authority, that her own voice was caught in her throat.

"Director Fury, she's with me." Pietro's voice sounded next to her, but she still stood frozen. The man looked from Pietro to her, and back again, before nodding once. He walked by him, still talking to the man he was walking with. It took her a moment to comprehend the other man was the famous Captain America.

"Are you alright?" She looked up at Pietro, her hands shaking.

"I …. I need to go." She turned on her heel, not knowing she was able to run so fast. Her eyes stung with tears, her heart beat so hard in her chest that she couldn't hear anything over it. She had to go. Just had to go.

She didn't stop running until she got to her sister's house. Her fist pounded on the door so hard, that she was surprised that she didn't break it. Juliette answered, and her eyes widened as she took in her little sister's state.

"You need to tell me what is going on. And you need to tell me now."

I am so sorry! This took forever to get out, and hopefully there won't be as much of a gap as next time. So there you go! Her father :) I didn't want to drag out who it was, but the explanation for the voice in her head and her dreams will be revealed soon! I have such a cool plan for this story, and hopefully you guys like it.

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