𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗

Chapter 15: Third Time's the Charm

(Bucky's P.O.V.)

"How long has it been since we started?" Tony asks impatiently. Steve was the first to offer to start the investigation, and after an hour of trying, she hadn't said a word. Hasn't even given him a sideways glance. In fact, it was taking so long that we all took turns changing into more comfortable clothes. I'd decided to wear regular jeans and a black tee-shirt.

Now Nat was trying. She figured maybe that the assassin would feel more comfortable opening up to another girl. But so far it was going just the same as Steve's interrogation, not a single word slipping past her lips. The assassin didn't even look like she was listening. She always kept her head down so we couldn't see her face. I would've thought she was a statue by how still she composed herself. Clint, who's still sitting on the sofa, glances at his watch.
"About two-and-a-half hours." Tony throws his head back in frustration.
"Jesus Christ, guys. Obviously, she's not going to talk to anybody. Let's just try again tomorrow. Or maybe never." He pauses, then nods his head and looks at me. "Yeah, I like the second option."
"We need to monitor her at all times," Carol reminds us. She gave up on standing a while ago, so she took a seat next to Steve on the table. Thor was seated next to Clint on the couch, and Claire hadn't moved a muscle as she continued sitting in her chair. I took a seat for a while, too, but decided to stand again.
"I think Claire's got that covered," Tony mutters. I glance ever so slightly to my left and watch Claire. Her eye twitches and she looks like she's going to kill someone. I could tell she was going to blow at any moment. In a split second, she twists her torso around and quickly aims her wrist at Tony. Next thing we all know, his mouth is webbed shut. The sight makes everyone laugh, even Claire. A minute later Nat walks in with the file in her hands.

"Hey guys, so-" She notices the smiles on all of our faces, then follows Steve's gaze as he continues laughing at Tony.

"Claire shut him up." Nat cracks a smile, too, but it doesn't last long. Steve glances back to Nat with a hopeful expression. "Anything?" She shakes her head with pursed lips.

"Nothing. Not even a sign of recognition."

"Let me try," I say suddenly. Everyone gives me a look. Clint raises his wrist again.

"It's almost ten o'clock. This old, fat dude needs his beauty sleep, so whatever you guys decide doesn't matter to me." He lifts himself from the sofa and slowly makes his way to the door. He has a limp; he must be sore. "If you need me you know where to find me." Tony simply gets up and leaves without a word. Carol sighs and rubs her eyes tiredly.

"I guess it wouldn't be all that bad to try."

"Well I'm going to go check on how the others are doing in the medical wing," Nat informs while handing me the file. "Good luck, Barnes." With a curt nod, I follow her out the door and take a quick glance inside the file. The first page has everything one would notice about her right away: hair and eye color, height, weight. I skip a few pages and skim through each paragraph, then pause when I see her family history.

Mother: Leena Castens

Age: fifty-one

Date of Birth: December 16th, 1968

Date of Decease: May 1st, 2015

Cause of death: Murder

Attackers: HYDRA

My stomach drops when I read the last line to myself, and then my eyes skim to her other family members... all the same. I pause before the door and take a deep breath before unlocking the door to the interrogation room and walking inside silently. The assassin still sits there unmoving as I make my way to the opposite end of the table from her. I move my chair to the side but don't sit down, and set the file down on the table with my left hand to make sure that if she looks at all, she'll be able to see my cybernetic arm. It must have worked because she finally speaks.

"Getting that desperate, huh?" I open the file and then cross my arms. She still doesn't look up from her daze.

"You've kind of left us no choice." She blinks once.

"Good." I watch her for a moment before glancing down at the crowded papers, flipping through them and reading certain passages I think will be important. My eyes are skimming through a passage when I catch sight of her birth name.

"So let's start this off real simple, Doll," My gaze flickers back to her. "How old are you and what's your name?" Her nose scrunches.

"Well, it's definitely not Doll." I roll my eyes.

"Just answer the question." She's quiet for a minute, probably deciding whether or not to tell me her real name.

"I'm twenty-five. As for the name, it's Kore."

"Your birth name." She finally looks up, and her stare is directly placed into my eyes. She still has her battle suit on, most of the leather fabric ripped and a few cuts showing. All of her weapons have been eliminated. Her hair is tousled and messy, but surprisingly, it's not a bad look for her. Up close I could easily deem her an extremely attractive woman with her plump lips and icy blue eyes.

"That name died along with the girl I used to be." I sigh and furrow my brows at her.

"Well, just for kicks," I read her name off of the paper. "Angela Korina Castens." She nearly snarls when I say it out loud.

"Don't know her."

"Stop being difficult, Ang-"

"Kore." I huff with frustration and cross my arms in front of me.

"Fine, Kore. The more difficult you are, the longer this will take, and the more you have to deal with me bombarding you about questions you don't want to answer." She smirks, an expression I haven't seen of her since she tried to kill me.

"I've got all the time in the world." I grab the chair next to me and swing it around so the when I sit in it my chest is pressed against the backrest. When I'm seated I place my arms on top of the backrest and raise my eyebrows at her challengingly.

"So do I. So start talking."

Song that inspired this chapter: Heathens - Twenty One Pilots

Dun, Dun, DUUUUUUNNNN. So the truth comes out, HYDRA lied to Angela about her family's death. How do you think this will play out? Let me know in the comments!