Spectra (Hawkeye Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

Spectra blinked slowly as she came back into consciousness. She quickly realized her hood was gone, along with all of her weapons except one that was pressed against chest.

Keeping her eyes closed she scrambled to look for her hood.

"That's not going to work out for you." A vaguely familiar voice say.

Metal Arm, the one who took her to where she currently was. 

She broke the bonds that were holding her arms down as she opened her eyes. She slammed her fists on the table in front of her. "Give me my sweatshirt and leave me alone Metal Arm." She snarled. 

"Sweetheart, you're wearing the sweatshirt." He explained and she immediately looked down and realized he was right. She reached back and pulled the hood over her eyes once more.

"Silver hair? I wouldn't have guessed that Andrea." He said and she looked at him. "And breaking out of the bonds was impressive, you have to be the strongest person who has been in that chair." He added. 

"Call me Spectra." She said and he laughed. "You shouldn't be laughing at me either." She said and stood up.

He smirked and leaned on the table. She grabbed his arm and slammed his head on the metal table.

"That's enough! Bucky go to the infirmary. Spectra, you and I are going to have a little talk." A strong voice says through the speaker in the interrogation room. Spectra let go of Bucky as he walked out of the room and she fell back into the chair. 

"You need to focus. You need to focus on the target and the surroundings. Not anything else. If there's a snap of the twig behind you, turn around and aim. You need to focus or you will never make it out there!" A tough voice says as she stood there looking at the ground and waiting for the punishment. The voice came again from right behind her.
"You are a failure Andrea." The voice whispered in her ear as the tears filled her eyes. 

"Spectra, who are you?" The same strong voice asks, but this time the person was right in front of her, sitting in an identically uncomfortable chair as her. She looked up at the man and almost laughed. 

The man was in a black trench coat, that only he could pull off. He was wearing an eyepatch and had a very "intimidating" stare. It was a very iconic look, but also very cheesy. To her, he looked like a villain from an old movie.

"Like I would tell you." She sassed and kept her head down.

"You will tell us sooner or later, or we will find out on our own. We did figure out your real name didn't we?" The man snapped at her and she rolled her eyes.

"Not all of it. And there's one thing that you fail to notice." She whispered and pressed her hands on the table standing up. "I am faster and stronger than any of you here." She smirked and looked up to see more of the mans features.

"What about your side? Remember when Bucky injured you? It's not what I would have done but it was effective." The man mentions and her hand goes to her side, feeling gauze where Bucky had stabbed her. 

"Yeah, we wrapped it. We now have your fingerprints, but you're one strong girl." He explained with a wave of his hand and she looked at her fingers.

"What did you do to me?" She snapped and looked at him, meeting his one eye. "You did something to me." She yelled.

"We just extracted some blood to be tested." He simply explained.

Her blood started to boil and anger contorted her face. "What?" Was all she was able to ask in her anger.

"We're going to go to the gym now. One of our agents will escort you. Barton?" The man said and straightened up, looking towards the door.

Another man walked in with a quiver of arrows on his back and a bow over his shoulder. He tentatively looked over at Spectra who was still furious with the man in front of her.