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. 

"Barton take Spectra to the gym." The man in black says and Barton nods without saying a word.

She followed Barton as he turned around and starts walking down one of the hallways. She took a deep breath and slowly began to calm down as best she could. Anger still in her blood she cracked her knuckles and walked along the long hallway.

She heard the footsteps behind her and she smirked, knowing that if she wanted to she could get very easily get away from these people. The two of them were both quiet as they walked.

Barton turned right and she followed. She pulled down her hood for a second and pulled her long, silver hair into a ponytail quickly. When she was done, she pulled her hood back up.

Her long hair peaked out of her hood and onto her shoulder. Clint Barton glanced at her, sizing her up but also trying to figure out what her deal was.

Why the hood? All the sarcastic comments? Nothing? Barely even talking? He had a lot of questions, and he knew he wouldn't get a lot of answers from her. 

Spectra walked down the hall and turned into the gym when Clint did.

"This is the gym obviously. And there are the rest of the Avengers." He said and her head snapped her head up, not letting her hood fall or them see her face.

"So Spectra." She heard the voice of Captain America say.

She looked in his direction and smirked. "Still in the suit? Doesn't that get uncomfortable around the crotch area?" She asked and walked over to the table which had all of the weapons on it.

Steve's face was now pink and Tony was laughing.

"I like her." Tony said and Spectra rolled her eyes as the rest of the Avengers laughed a little at Steve's embarrassment. 

"Well I don't like any of you." She muttered to herself as she slipped a knife into her sleeve.

"Put the knife back." A woman's voice said and she turned around to see a fiery red head with her arms crossed and a look that could kill.

"Natasha relax, they're not real knives anyway." Tony said and she pulled the knife out of her sleeve and actually looked at it.

It had curved edges and a blunt edge with a little sensor at the tip. Spectra sighed and put the knife down while she processed the name that Tony just said. When she finally realized who she was, she froze. 

Black Widow. That's how Spectra recognized Natasha.

Her head snapped up and looked back at Natasha again. It was her...she let out a breath and smiled a little. 

She found one. Finally. 

"Barton is Hawkeye." Spectra mumbled to herself and rolled her eyes at herself for not catching it. "Of course he is Andy...look at the bow you idiot." She mumbled and looked down at the weapons again.

All the weapons were blunt and all of them wouldn't even cut anyone. A disappointment to Spectra. 

"All of those weapons are blunted to only bruise and not really injure." Clint said as he joined her at the table. She looked over her shoulder at him and nodded slightly.

Clint looked at her and saw her eyes for a second. His lips curled up into a smirk as his light blue eyes meet pure and bright green.

She held eye contact with Clint for a minute before turning back around and picking up a knife.

"So what's your real name? It can't be Spectra." Tony asked and Spectra rolled her eyes as she picked up a knife. 

"You don't need to know." She said but he kept asking.

"But it can't be your first name. It's not possible. Spectra? Ghost? That's not your name." Tony pushed and she turned around and threw the knife she had in her hand at him. 

The group was quiet as they heard the sound of the knife hitting his arc reactor and falling to the ground. They all looked at her. She was facing the other way when he entered the room. How did she get that accurate? 

"Don't annoy me." Spectra shrugged and turned back around.

Clint smirked and looked at Natasha who gave him a knowing look. She shook her head and rolled her eyes, it was impressive, but impulsive.

Natasha looked back at Spectra.

Something about her...there was something that she recognized. Something that she needed to figure out. She was from her past, there was no denying that but she didn't know from where. 

After evaluation, Natasha was the one charged with taking her back to the interrogation room. That's when Natasha was going to figure it out.