"Well, you messed us up pretty good."

I didn't open my eyes. My words were muffled by the pillow. "Hail HYDRA." I heard a sigh. "Kid, you can't do stuff like that- like this- if we're going to get anywhere." This was a new voice. I rolled over so I could see who was speaking. The new man also had dark hair, but was wearing a necktie and dress clothes. I had the vague impression of something boozy by the way he held himself. I rolled back over into my pillow. "Did they send someone new in to soften me up? Because that won't work any better than the doctor's method." I heard footsteps on the floor. "I'm actually here because of something else. My names Tony Stark. I was the one in the metal suit. You didn't attack me. Why?" I huffed. "I thought it was empty. I probably would have ripped off some of your paneling if you'd let me." This is good. Make him think you actually care. Wait... Stark?

He sighed again. "Look, the point is, we can't leave you alone anymore. The glass on this cell is bulletproof, and we're going to put Jarvis on constant alert. You even think about it, the glass'll zap you like a lightning rod. Got it?" I groaned. "If I give you information, can I get a few freedoms?" There was a pause and a shuffling noise. "Sorry, what was that? You're not a very good HYDRA agent." I rolled over and reluctantly got off of the bed. "I said, Mr. Bad Listener, that I would give you information for a few rights." He huffed and rolled his eyes. "You're fifteen. You don't get demands." I glared at him, wishing against all common sense that I had a pistol. I decided to rattle him instead. This'll be fun... "Your parents are Maria and Howard Stark. Weapons designers for SHIELD. Died during your childhood in a car accident." I took a step towards the glass as his calm, cocky demeanor started to crack.

"It wasn't an accident, you know," I said sweetly, meeting his eyes. "They just didn't want to hit the sweet little girl with the gun." My smile broadened as any facade that he ran the conversation disappeared. His voice sounded shattered. "What... What are you saying?" I widened my eyes and put on a mock-sympathy expression. "Oh, so you really didn't know?" He shook his head, desperately mouthing no, as if putting the word on his lips could make it true.

"You didn't know that this little fifteen-year-old was your parents killer?"

He spun around and ran towards the doorway, his shoulders shaking.

I smiled and laughed with satisfaction before looking at one of the wall cameras.

"Who's next?"