I've been sitting here for, I don't know, 3 months? You lose track of time when all you do is sit in a bed and wait for absolutely nothing. I don't really know what is worst- doing nothing, losing my family to a man who was supposed to be my hero, or losing all the muscle and stamina I have built up over the years of being an agent.

I am not longer an agent. All I am is a ward of the state. Which is funny because my name is Ward and I am a ward. Ha, ha. Man I need to talk to someone. I am laughing at stupid puns. Over the past, however long I have been in here, I have been thinking. Which is probably the point of solitude.

"Grant Ward." My prison guard's voice says. I poke my head up and look at him.

"You ready?" I nod.

Unfortunately, May got what she wanted. I can no longer talk at all. At first I was devastated, but now I see the glory in it. May might have damaged me permanently, but now I can't tell them what they want. There original methods of torturing information out of me have been screwed. They can't do any method that involves me talking. I have to write everything down. I am being walked into a room. Time for my mid-day interrogation.

I am sat down in a chair. One hand cuffed to a chair the other free so I can write. Across from me is Nick Fury. For the first 2 months they had different people try to get information out of me. Coulson, May, Simmons, Skye, Triplett, random agents they have wrangled back together and even Romanoff and Barton. Finally they decided to break out the big guns.

"So, Grant Jacob Ward, that is your name right?" He asks me. This is the 8th or 9th time he has interrogated me. He knows my name, but I go along with it and nod.

"You planning on talking- I mean writing to me today." He always does that. I shake my head no. To be honest I am not totally sure why I am not cooperating with him. Maybe it is because I still feel like I have to be loyal to Garret or maybe because it is all I have keeping me alive. I am afraid that once I give them their information they need, they will kill me. I mean what is the point of wasting space, air and food on a person they are just waiting to die. It's not like I actually have a family that would fight for my life. My real family wants me in jail and my other family is the one that put in me jail.

"Humph, I see. So yesterday I went over and check up on your ex-teammates." This makes me perk up. I really still do care about them. I always did. They were and still are my family. "Don't worry they are well. Fitz is walking again. He is still having trouble picking things up and getting words out of his mouth. But he still can talk better than you can. Luckily his genus mind is still functioning. Skye gave me a message. It was to tell you that she hates you. May was glad to hear you can't talk anymore. Director Coulson is doing a wonderful job at repairing S.H.I.E.L.D. Simmons was not really interested in hearing about you. And Tripplet said to let you know that he is praying that you rot in your cell for the rest of all eternity."

I pound my fist on the table. I look up and see Fury smiling, he thinks he's got me but is couldn't be more wrong. Hearing they hate me is what is keeping me closed. As long as I am silent, metaphorically, they are still forced to think about me. And that is all I need, them thinking about me.

Breathing heavily I slump down on my bed. Today was the hardest day of interrogation I have ever had to face. But he never broke me. I can tell Fury is starting to lose his patience in me. I wonder what happens when the most secretive man alive loses his patience. My dinner is brought to me. I don't eat it. I just lay down and go to sleep.

Question: Do any of you actually like Ward still?