There was a woman waiting on the landing deck, so Andi's gaze travelled to her almost immediately, instead of taking in the sight of the place completely. The dark haired woman eyed her curiously, but turned onto Tony the moment he exited the jet as well. Already, one of the Avengers had been wheeled off in an emergency, the red-haired Natasha following closely behind. Thor left with the scepter, and Steve stood close by.

"The lab is all set up, boss," the woman told Tony, holding some kind of electronic board in her hands. Andi glimpsed pictures of the Maximoff Twins, as well as a picture of herself. They'd reported about her.

"Oh, I'm not the boss. He is," Tony nodded to Steve who went to go stand by the woman. "I just pay for everything. And design everything. And make everyone look cooler."

"Agent Hill," Steve greeted the woman without batting an eyelid. Apparently, this was usual behaviour for Tony. "What's the word on Strucker?"

"NATO's got him."

"And the twins?"

That made Andi listen more attentively. What became of them? Had they fled? Were they planning an attack right now?

"The twins were orphaned at ten, when a shell collapsed their apartment building. They've been active in protests since then. Apparently, they volunteered for the experimenting." Agent Hill explained.

"And their abilities?" Steve prodded further, likely to know what they were dealing with. That was where Andi cut in.

"Pietro is really fast," she explained, not knowing if there were technical terms for it. "And Wanda... well she can do a lot of things." Not unlike herself. "Mess with your mind, move things with her mind. She has the power of the stone in that scepter."

Steve looked at her, as did Hill and Tony. "And you do too?" Steve clarified.

Andi nodded slowly.

Tony decided to step in. "Hill, I think you can fill Steve in on the rest. I'll go show our little guest where she'll be bunking for the night and then make my way to the labs," he gestured for Andi to follow, and she did so without hesitating. He seemed in a hurry to get out of there but Andi got the feeling that was more to shield her from further interrogation than anything.

With no other distractions, as she followed behind Tony, she got a better look at the facility, which was definitely the most high tech building she had ever been in. Then again, she had never seen much more than the facility she was kept in for her entire life, and even there she was mostly confined to a cell. This was all incredibly new for her. And it was admittedly quite amazing.

"You have any idea what you want to do, now that you're out?" Tony asked Andi, as they entered an elevator and began to descend a few floors. Andi made sure to keep track of which floor they had come from and which one they were going to because she didn't want to get lost, in case she chose to do some wandering later.

"I mean I know you wanted freedom, all that, but that has to start somewhere. Where are you going to go? You have some family out there somewhere that we can maybe help you track down?" Tony continued, exiting the lift once it opened.

The moment it opened though, Andi saw no hallway. It opened right into a huge room. The wall length windows let out more than enough light into the room, and it was done up in shades of grey and blue, with a dark, wooden floor. On one end of the room was a bed that was almost was wide as the wall behind it. On the other end was a door that presumably led to the bathroom, and a rather modern looking vanity with plenty of drawers for the clothes that Andi did not have.

Tony stood in the center and looked at Andi and she realised she hadn't answered his questions. "I have a father, I think," she explained, moving further into the room to run her hand along the wood of the vanity. It all looked so... expensive. "The last time I saw him was before I was put into the facility. I was eight. But he's not someone I want to go back and live with." No, the memories with him were perhaps just as traumatising as being with Hydra. "The truth is, Mister Stark," Andi moved to sit on the edge of the big bed and looked up at Tony. "I don't know where I want to go. I just knew that anywhere would be better than that place."

Tony nodded slowly, seeming to take in what she was saying. He had mixed expressions on his face, expressions she couldn't read. Meanwhile, for a change, Andi realised that this was the first time she had entered a room and had not sensed any voices or seen any spirits. Or maybe she was just too exhausted to notice. That happened sometimes.

"Well, uh, I don't... I don't know much about kids— people, your age, but I do know that I can't let you wander around the streets of New York without support or a family," Tony explained, fumbling a bit over his words, and leading Andi to believe that he didn't have much experience talking to teenagers. It made her smile a little. "But what I can do is let you stay here, till we can figure out a long term plan," he suggested, crossing his arms as he looked at her. "You'd get food and water and proper sleep, and... well, to be totally honest, even if I let you go off on your own, there are going to be people who want to find you, even among the good guys, and at least if you're here, I can do what I can to keep them from treating you like nothing more than an experiment."

And Andi knew that if she was found by other people, that would be the case. They would only look out for the wellbeing of the country, because of the powers she possessed. She wasn't sure, however, why Tony Stark was different. He was not at all like the twins described. He seemed to have something that they failed to tell her — compassion.

"I... I would like that," Andi nodded slowly, not quite meeting his gaze. Part of her couldn't believe that this was even happening. That there was a person out there that trusted and wanted to help her. She had no idea where she would go, or what she would do, but here she was, being told that it didn't matter because she had a place to stay till she figured it out. And she knew she would forever be in Tony Stark's debt for that.

Tony nodded and clasped his hands together. "Alright, great," he nodded, offering her a wide smile. "We can, uh, figure the rest out later. You should probably rest and... change." He took a look at her and walked to the dresser. He gently pushed it and it opened up to reveal a few clothes inside. "These are mine so they'll probably be big for you but I think it'll be comfy," he picked out a shirt and pants and brought it over to her, bunched up in his hands before handing it over. Andi took it from him gingerly without a word.

"If you need anything just yell Jarvis," he added, before making his way to the elevator and pressing the button. "Or, you know, you can take the elevator and come upstairs, if you want. Whatever you want." He stopped rambling to step inside the elevator and murmured a quick 'bye'.

Andi rose to her feet. "Mister Stark?"

He peeped out of the elevator to look at her. "Yeah?"

Andi looked at him for a moment, and glanced at the clothes briefly before looking up at him with a grateful smile. "Thank you."

Tony offered a small smile and nodded before moving back into the elevator and letting the doors close.

Andi stood there for a moment, still a little stunned, still digesting the whole thing. Wanda and Pietro's face constantly flashed in her mind and all she could think of was the way she disappointed the only friends she had, and the only way to distract herself from that was to head into the bathroom to take a shower.

There were so many buttons and nozzles that she had no idea what to press first. She ended up getting drenched immediately because she happened to be standing right underneath the rain shower when she pressed the button for it. Eventually, she stripped everything off and spend a good while in the hot water, rubbing off all the dust and grime for the day — for the weeks and years she'd spent in that cell and had never been subjected to anything more than a cold shower.

When she got out, she felt a lot more relaxed. Andi realised, however, that she would need a few things if she was going to be staying there. Feminine things, including clean underwear, but that could wait till later.

The clothes definitely were big. The black T-shirt, sporting the logo of what Andi assumed was a band called Black Sabbath, hung loosely on her small frame, almost reaching her knees, while the short sleeves reached her elbows. The track pants were long, but fortunately had strings so she could keep it up and try to prevent herself from tripping over the pant legs by hoisting it up to her rib cage, as high as possible, and tying it into place there.

Once she was dressed in fresh clothes, Andi felt even better. She went straight to the bed and collapsed against the soft pillows. She had never slept in such a comfortable bed, which was probably why sleep consumed her almost immediately.

But, as usual, along with sleep, came nightmares.