He sat in front of me with a smile on his face. I was trying really hard not to stare at his eye patch. Even with my lack of tact, I knew that would be more than rude to this guy. Nick Fury was just an imposing guy, not and just because he was built like a brick wall. He just wasn't the guy you wanted to piss of. He oozed with hostility.

"You're recovering well." He nodded towards my arm that lay limply in a sling.

"I just woke up, Fury." He knew damn well that I had been in a coma for the past three weeks from massive loss of blood. Hell, he was running beside Wolverine as he carried me to the Professor's medical center in the mansion. I guess that was one part of the mission that he had not anticipated. No one ever expects a 17 to try and die on you. "I guess I owe you a 'thank you.' You helped my father save me."

"It was my pleasure to help an old friend. Though, I really can't say that he was the only reason I agreed to lend time, men, and resources into finding you."

"Well, no surprise there." I frowned. Never expect the government to help you outta pure kindness. There is always something in it for them.

"We have been keeping an eye on you two for years now, especially after he adopted you. Adopting a kid was never Wolverine's style. We wondered what his motives could be."

"I guess I pulled on his heart-strings a bit. He says I remind him of his real kid, only I don't actively try to kill him every other day." I gave a little smirk.

"Indeed. Do you know why you were taken? What did they want with you?"

"Yeah, I wondered that myself."

Cold steel. That's the sensation I woke up to. I was bound to a wall by steel bracers. I was naked except for a bra and panties. It was fucking cold. There was a throbbing in my head. I winced. I tugged at my restraints; no use. They wouldn't budge. I tried not to panic, but I could feel my heart quickening. I didn't like this.

"Look who's awake." The German accent hit my ears like a slap to the face. It was harsh and measured. I looked in front of me to see a man in a green uniform staring at me. Green uniform? Who the hell was this guy; General Fashion Disaster? I tried to say something, my voice wouldn't come out. I had this metallic copper taste in my mouth; it made me feel sick. "Chloroform always leaves a bad taste in the mouth, does it not?" He chuckled, and raised a glass of water to my lips. I stared at him. "If I wanted you dead, Ms. Howlett, I wouldn't use poison, and I could have done it while you were unconscious."

I took a small and coughed. "You sure move fast. Most guys buy me dinner before tying me up."

"Such harsh language from such a pretty girl. This is not fitting." He tsked at me and wagged his finger. "We should always use a civil tongue, don't you think?"

"I am not about to use a "civil tongue" with a man who has kidnapped me." I snarled.

"I have some questions for you, Ms. Howlett," he carried on as if I had said nothing, "and you must answer them truthfully."

"And just why would I do that?" I spat.

"Do you feel the helmet on your head?"

"Not until now, no." I narrowed my eyes as I realized the weight on my head.

"It will protect your brain, so that you will still be of use to us."

"Us?"

"We need to know what you know. I will ask you a question and you will give me the truth. If you do not, I will press this button," he held up a remote control with a large red button, how cliché, "and your body will absorbed a shock of electricity. It will start at a small amount, and increase with every time I push the button. Do you understand?"

"How will you know if I lie?"

"I am very good at knowing when a person is lying to me, Ms. Howlett. I would hope that you would not lie to us, though."

"There you go with that 'us' again. Wanna tell me who the hell you people are?"

"We have already discussed using a civil tongue, Ms. Howlett."

"Fuck you." I growled. He sighed and pushed the button. I screamed.

The pain was unimaginable. I was suddenly aware of every single part of my body, and they were all on fire! My joints sizzled, my fingers burned; it hurt more than anything I had ever experience. Then, it stopped, as suddenly as it had begun.

"Are you ready to cooperate now?" He smirked at me. I remained silent, he continued talking. "We have been watching you for some time now."

"Stalker kidnaps girl; how cliché." I spat dryly. He ignored me.

"Do you recall a mission where you, Wolverine, Shadow Cat, and Nightcrawler were assigned to blow up a certain machine?" I started at him with wide eyes. He smirked. "I'll take that as a 'yes.' I'll also assume that you knew that the machine was a copy of the one used to create the 'super soldier.' It turned Steve Rogers into Captain America. It was titled 'Rebirth.'"

"We destroyed it." I said, not sure where he was going with this.

"Did you know that your government made a third machine?"

"My government?" Oh boy, he was up to something that involved shit way over my head.

"What do you know about this operation?"

"Fuck you." He hit the button. I screamed.

"What do you know about this operation?"

I laughed at him. "That tickled. Surely that ain't the best you got." He narrowed his eyes and hit the button again. It hurt worse now. "I've had love bites harder than that, doll." Again.

"I don't wish to hurt you, Ms. Howlett."

"Hurt? You think this hurts?" I laughed in ragged breaths. "It's just like getting a tattoo. No biggie, baby." He hit it again. "Oh, it hurts so good!" Again. "Oh, you're getting me all excited!" Again. I couldn't help but scream every time. I let my body slump when it finally stopped. He walked up to me.

"Are you ready to cooperate?" He lifted my head up by the chin. I spit in his face.

"Now look what ya did, you made me squirt. I swear that never happens."

He backhanded me.

"You will give me the information I need."

"What makes you think I know what the hell you are talking about?"

"Don't play dumb with me."

"Who says I'm playing? Maybe I really am just a stupid little girl."

"Siobhan? Did you hear me?"

"Anna."

"What?" Nick fury raised an eyebrow.

"Call me Anna, please." I hated my first name. I tried to shake the memory of the Aryan out of my head. That was my little name for my kidnapped. He looked like a Nazi posterboy. Perfect Aryan specimen.

"What did they want from you, Anna?" He asked softer this time, sensing my distress,

"Rebirth." I locked eyes with him. He was going to give me answers. "He thought I knew something about Rebirth. I wonder why that is."

"Anna…"

"Fury, you know something, and it damned near got me killed. I think I deserve an explanation."

He sighed. "As I've said, we've been keeping an eye on you and Wolverine. We had…prospects for you."

"Prospects?" I growled.

"I am building a team."

"Oh boy, this I gotta hear."

"Ever heard of The Hulk? Iron Man? Black Widow?"

"Of course." I laughed. It was impossible not to know who they were.

"I am trying to assemble them."

"Why."

"To save the Earth from a threat."

"What threat?

"Let me finish." He took a deep breath. "We want you on this team."

"Me?" I broke out in a fit of incredulous laughter. "What the hell, man? I'm only 17!" I burst between laughs.

"Drafting age. Reject me, and I'll get you anyway."

"Is that a threat?"

"No, just trying to stress how badly I want you to join us."

"Why on Earth would you want me?"

"You're smart, genius grade. You're strong, capable, according to Xavier, a great team leader."

"If you want leadership, talk to Cyclops. I'm better at doing what I'm told."

"There's that, too. You follow orders, but at your discretion. That is an admirable quality."

"An admirable quality that gets me in deep shit from time to time." I scoffed.

"I need a soldier just like you; hell, I need you, Anne."

"And if I say no, you draft me. Doesn't seem like you're giving me much choice here, bub."

"I'd much rather you just accept my offer, but I am not above drastic measures."

"Tell me what I want to know first."

"What is that?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Who the hell abducted me?"

"Kristoff Heinz." He dug a photo out of his manila folder and slid it towards me. It was the Aryan, alright. "He was wanted for kidnapping, arson, murder, conspiracy for murder, espionage, treason, and terrorism. He was a known agent of Hydra.

"Hydra, now that sounds familiar." I leaned back in my chair, getting ready for the big spill I wanted.

"Surely Wolverine has told you stories."

"A few. Fill in the blanks for me."

"Hydra started out as a sect of the Nazi's."

"I know that part. Get to where it involves me." He was avoiding the question.

"They don't want Captain America awakened."

"What?" I blinked in confusion.

"We sound him, Anna."

"He disappeared after his plane crashed in 1943."

"He was in the arctic. We have him. We're trying to wake him up. That's actually where you come in."

"You're gonna have to simplify this a little more for me, Fury. What exactly do you want me to do?"

"We've been trying to wake him up for some time now. We want you to pick up on Dr. Carson's work and finish it."

"Won't this Carson guy feel kinda put off?"

"He's dead."

"Old guy?" I asked hopefully, though I knew that wasn't the case.

"He was gunned down."

I started at him. He sighed.

"He was getting close, so close. Hydra found out and killed him."

"So now that your scientist is dead, you need me to finish his job, probably getting myself killed in the process."

"No, this is part of the reason why we picked you, Anna. You are smart, no doubt, but you are also a trained soldier. You can hold your own."

"So I'm harder to kill, doesn't mean it can't happen, bub."

"You are our best bet."

I chewed on my bottom lip. I needed time to mull all of this over in my head, but I had a feeling Fury wasn't gonna give me time to think. I was pretty sure he'd want an answer right away, and he was intent on getting his way.

"So, how much does this gig pay?" I sighed, giving in. He smiled at me.

"Quite a bit actually. Starts with an advance."

"Advance?" I raised an eyebrow, suddenly very interested.