Monsters Inside Us (Winter Soldier)

Visitors

     A week had passed since the fight at the airport. Since then, Steve and his team seemed to have disappeared from the radar. Stark was focused on recovering from the damages, helping his friend recover. Natasha had been busy dealing with legal business and settling disputes with ambassadors over what had happened. But today, the only thing she had planned was to finally visit Jess at the Asylum. She was escorted through the entrance, finding herself standing in front of a service desk. The lady at the desk was large, greasy, black hair was pulled out of her face, a pair of red eye glasses framed her face as she seemed to ignore the red haired agent that stood before her.

      "Excuse me," said Natasha, earning an annoyed glare from the woman, "I'm here to visit Jess Quinzel." The lady said nothing as she raised an eyebrow. Slowly, the woman set her book down, turning to a folder and flipping through it's pages. Her beady eyes scanned the page carefully before hmming out loud.

      She turned to Natasha, "It'll be a moment to set a room up." Natasha gave a simple nod, walking over to a chair and taking a seat. Her eyes watched the woman pick up the phone, mumbling incoherent words before hanging up and turning her attention back to the book. Minutes passed before a guard approached.

      "Right this way, ma'am," he said, turning on his heel before making his way down the hall. Natasha kept up, keeping two steps behind the man at all times as they walked down the dreary corridor. She followed his actions and stopped in front of a door.

      The guard turned to her, "the inmate is cuffed to the table. Should anything happen, I'll be right outside of the door."

      "Thank you," she said, giving the man a tight smile before facing the door. She turned the handle, stepping inside in a swift motion before closing the door. She turned around, her brows knitting together as she looked at the interrogation table.

      "You were not expecting me," his mechanical voice sounded, breaking the silence. Bane sat across the table, his hands cuffed to a metal loop in the middle of the table. Natasha slowly walked over, taking the seat across from him.

      "I asked for Jess," she said, "Why did they gi-"

      "No one has told you," he said, his voice low in slight disbelief.

      "Told me what," she asked, eyeing the man. Bane's eyes softened, his eyes becoming the slightest bit glossed over as he looked back at her. He looked at the table. It was only then that Natasha noticed the white envelope that was in his hands.

      "Jess," he began, "was given the death penalty." Natasha's eyes darted to his face, widening at the news that had left the mans lips. Bane hadn't lifted his eyes up as they were still focused on the envelope he held.

      "My little one," he whispered, his voice cracking the slightest bit. Bane's thumb gently traced over the delicate lines of the envelope, "My daughter..." His head seemed to drop even lower, shaking the slightest bit as he stared at the envelope. Natasha said nothing but leaned back into the chair as she let the newfound information sink it.

      "A-Are you serious," she questioned, her voice cracking as she felt the smallest tear threaten to spill over. Bane jumped, slamming his hands against the table as he glared at her.

      "DO I LOOK LIKE I'M LYING," He yelled, breathing heavily as he peered down at the woman. Natasha would've been lying if she said that she wasn't frightened by the man's outburst. But as she looked at the man, she saw a broken man...A man who looked as if he had nothing lift. His face of anger quickly faded into sadness, a single tear fell from his eyes as he slowly lowered himself back into his seat.