Revenge Turned Sweet

Chapter 4: Interview

•Let's pretend that the Avengers compound was never destroyed or it was rebuilt!•

"We can start simple," Sam grumbles across the table, gesturing to me like I'm a child. I watch him intently, registering every move he makes. He's very confident in the way he moves and talks. He's very sure of himself. "What's your name?" He rubs a hand down his face, smoothing out the thin facial hair around his mouth.

I blink, keeping my face as neutral as possible while he speaks. "Извините, Я не понимаю английский," I falter with my words and bite back a grin.
**"Sorry, I don't understand English,"**

He sighs and furrows his brows. "Cut the shit," he retorts, "you and I both know you speak and understand English very well."

I shrug and lean back into the chair. I try to shake off the initial shock that he understood what I said and maintain my calm composure. The room they put me in wasn't exactly how I'd imagined. It's more open. There's a window next to the table, letting in the soft light of the street lights. The floor is a soft mahogany wood that creaks when Sam walks around on it. It's not like an interrogation room. Like the ones I've seen on cop shows at Austin's diner. It's more like a spare room that they didn't know what to do with. Although, I'm not even sure if I'm in Brooklyn anymore. After what happened, they could have taken me anywhere.

"What's your name?" Sam repeats in a stern tone. His forearm rests on the table, allowing me to glance at the technology strapped to his lower arm to his wrist.

I take in a breath and chew on my lip. "Nadya," I mumble, trying to dig through Sam's mind while he talks.

"Well, I'm Sam." He smiles, but it falls when I don't reciprocate. "Oh, and if you're trying to do that mind-reading crap, you can't. Not with that on your neck," he snickers and shakes his head in amusement.

"How did you-"

"Let's say I've been around people who can read minds, even went to jail with one. We got that tech just in case another one of you showed up," he says through his laughter. "You can always tell when the eyes start glowing." He points to his own as he speaks.

I continue chewing on my lip. I never knew that my eyes did that, but then again, I never felt a reason to dig through someone's mind. I can't help the heavy ball of anxiety dropping into my stomach, along with the extreme helplessness flowing through me.

I've never been without what I have. I never thought about my next steps, hell, I never even thought I would see the day that I would ever see The Winter Soldier again. Now that I might be facing jail time, I find myself regretting my actions just a sliver. I swallow, trying to ease my dry throat, and wait for his inevitable next question.

"Did you come in contact with an infinity stone or something?" He asks. I furrow my brows at him, showing my intense confusion at his question. All I know about infinity stones are that Thanos used them to wipe out half of existence. "Like Wanda Maximoff and her brother... how did you get your powers?"

I look around the room, still confused about his question. "I-I don't know," I admit, "I was just born with them... I think."

He looks back up at me, but not with the same disdainful look he had when he found me. It's neutral, kind even. "Okay, onto my next question then; why were you trying to kill Bucky?" He asks with a raised brow.

"Who?" I ask, not knowing who the hell Bucky is. "I was going after James Barnes."

He nods. "That's Bucky if you haven't caught on." He smiles and gestures for me to speak. "Again, why were you going after him?"