"What is your full name?" her cold eyes stared at mine intensively, I could almost feel her gaze burning a hole throught my head.

"how long have you been held captive by Hydra?" I didn't move a muscle, trying to analyze the questions.

"Where were you held before the battle near Long Island?" I was truly ashamed to admit that, I did not know answers to any of those questions. Natasha was making me nervous, she had no emotions on her face whatsoever. I knew I should ignore it, but it was troubling me.

"Who was the person in Hydra who healed your back wounds?"

The name of the woman and her face flashed through my memories, Helen Cho was her name, I could recognize her dark, sharp eyes and raven hair anywhere, even thought I had only briefly seen her. Natasha Romanoff must've seen something in my eyes as she continued on. 

"Was it a male or a female?" My chest was getting tighter as I glanced towards the doors where Steve and Bucky stood, one looking more concerned then the other. "Subject." immediately I focused back on her, my shoulders tense and eyes narrowed. The commanding tone in her voice was so very familair to one I've heard before...

"Nat, I dont think you should--" "He is an experiment Steve, it's the only way he knows how to answer." The red head said coldly, yet I could see the sympathy and quilt swimming behind her green eyes as she looked me sternly. "How long have you been part of their system?" her voice was sharp and loud to my ears. My heart rate increasad as I faced the dilemma.

Was I still on Hydras side? She was commanding me to answer, what could I possibly say without breaking the laws of Hydra? I could feel my hands shaking, making me ball them into fists and press my claws into the palm of my hand. "Tell me Subject, how much do you remember?" She was closer, or at least, her burning green eyes were. I could feel shuffling near the door as Bucky stepped closer, he was pulled back by Steve who ignored his protest. 

"Where is your family?" I felt the blood run throught my clenched fingers as the sharp claws tug into my flesh deeper. a bead of sweat appeared on my forhead. family? I did not have one.

Natasha ignored Bucky's quiet growls, focusing solely on my tense form. “Where is the main base located at?” her voice had threatening undertone, making me uncomfortably rigid.

Speak, Atlas.

I opened my mouth, ignoring my dry throat and aching chest when I suddenly jumped up as the door was thrown open by red magic. Natasha was up as well, her green eyes burning with anger as she looked at Pietro and Wanda who had stumbled in.

“Stop this interrogation!” Pietro hissed, speeding next to me. Wanda stepped in as well, feeling quite pleased with herself as she beamed at Pietro, her supposed brother.

“Pietro, please calm down. And Wanda I thought you were busy?” Steve's even voice said calmly, trying to assist the situation. “Well sorry if I don't want my friend to be forced into speaking while he feels like a prisoner again?” the moon haired man growled under his breath, the air was tense, making me even more anxious.

“I thought at least one of you cared about his health.” Pietro said, flickering his eyes at Bucky who stood rigid, eyes downcast. “we all care about his health, Pietro--”

“but do you really? Huh?” he said, almost desperate as he once again stood between me and them as a barrier. “you didn't see the way he was carried around, leash clipped to his electric collar as if he was a dog. You didn't see the way he was treated when he spoke! They would mock him, they would bring traitors in front of him to show what would happen if he spoke again. You wanna know what they did? Do you?” Pietro was breathing heavily, he was distressed. The man's bright eyes were filled with hurt and so much pain as he looked at the silent people.

“whoever the poor traitor was, would have a thumb sized ball forced into their mouth, their lips would have been sealed shut and whatever the ball was, would start digging in their throats until the person died of blood loss.” his voice broke, making me flinch at the horror of the story, what really made me scared, was not rembering anything he spoke of.
Before anyone else could say something, he continued on.

“You weren't there when they'd fed Atlas raw steak every single day, you weren't there when they ran numerous tests on him, making him paralysed and so scared he wouldn't even sleep on his bed but under it.

“I believe I don't know the kid as long as Barnes does, but the time I knew him, he was already damaged boy. Don't force him to interact with the likes of you, let him come to you. You really think he would be comfortable with you lot all pressing him to speak? I had been traveling mere weeks with the kid until he stared chatting with me! Because he wanted to! So, you all better back off because the fact is, you can't force him. I won't let you. I already let him down once, I won't make this mistake again.”

The white haired man was so emotional I was having trouble trying to keep myself away from his vibrant emotions.

I briefly glanced at the others around the room. Steve's bright blue eyes were downcast, his lips in thin line as his posture was rigid. I could almost see the anger radiating off him, making me anxious at his massive form. Wanda was wide eyed staring at his brother, guilt written in her eyes as she stepped closer to comfort her sibling, only to have him step away.

Natasha was expressionless, as good as she was hiding her emotions, I could still feel them.

She was devasted.

And Bucky? Bucky was staring right at me, knowing look in his tired eyes. I looked away, unable to stand his burning gaze. “Pietro, you know Director gave us--”

“Stop it! You're no better then them if you keep letting someone like Nick Fury order you around like a pack of dogs.”

Natashed clenched her jaw as she spoke throught her teeth “its better us then him, Pietro. You know what he is capable of, at least you can guess. I don't want Atlas to suffer.” the red head hissed, taking all the angry looks Pietro was giving her.

“all you will manage is give Atlas panic attacks, you really think he would just start talking while you stare at him with your stoic expression and emotionless voice? Please Romanoff, you were supposed to be the smart one in this folk band of wannabe heroes.” Pietro said, venom dripping from his voice.

Nats dark blue emotion of hurt hit me in tidal waves, making me blink in surprise at how deep it ran into her heart. “And who allowed you to march into this interrogation, Pietro Maximoff?” Natasha narrowed her green eyes, the two looking as if they were born ready to rip each other apart. The air was crackling with electricity, making me place my hand over my chest uncomfortably. My throat was awfully dry as I flickered my gaze between the people.

“my humanity did. Which you lot seem to be missing from your awfully cool and badass spy community!” Pietros accented voice was once again, dripping with sarcasm as he stared at them all with venom in his usually cheery eyes. He was looking at them with anger and spite.

Steve cleared his throat, finally stepping in. “Natasha, step back. Pietro, calm down. Atlas, you alright?”

“Atlas?”

Bucky's voice, so familiar.

“what's wrong with him?”

“Atlas? can you hear me?”

“Someone call Bruce in!”

I was again, paralyzed, my chest hurt, my head was bounding and I couldn't feel my toes nor fingertips. “I told you you were going to give him panic attacks!” “this isn't a panic attack, its something completely different.”

There was not enough oxygen, not enough space. Too many emotions and too heavy expressions.

I could still hear Natasha and Pietro hiss and curse at each other. One of the two was going to attack the other any minute.

“s-stop.” I had no voice as I forced myself to say the word. Nobody heard. only Bucky who was kneeling next to me, a tear escaping down his cheek.

"Stop!”

A/N

Hey. Sorry you had to wait so long.

Also, this chapter is dedicated to all of you who go home from school/work and just cry, not knowing the reason behind it.

I legit just cried in school bathroom because someone told me "why are you such a shit. Can't you speak? Do you have d**k in your throat,huh?” lol, I know this authors note is so random, but I just felt like no ones gonna read it anyways.

So, until next chapter.

Question, are they like, really going to bring 'captain marvel' into A4?