Chris woke up to the blurry vision of a face outlined in auburn hair. She blinked a few times and her eyes focused on a pretty woman with bright hair and a black suit.

"Hello, Chris, my name is-"

"Natasha Romanoff, yes, I know who you are." Chris tried to cross her arms when she realized they were tied behind her back. Chis started to try and remove herself from the bonds, but she was tied to a chair.

"Settle down, Chris," Natasha said. Chris stopped.

"I didn't do it, I swear." Natasha nodded and flipped through some files.

"Then how come it says here that your computer sent off the missile to blow that bridge apart?" Chris leaned forward.

"I was hacked, I swear!" Natasha looked up.

"Is that why you have three applications to HYDRA?" Chris scowled.

"I can hold a grudge," Natasha got up from her chair.

"I don't know what you're up to but I have our top people investigating you up and down, you aren't getting out of this hon." Natasha walked out of the room. Chris stomped on the floor. She couldn't do anything, and she didn't do anything. She was in the worst situation of her life. Then she heard footsteps.

"So I guess you're not just a pretty face," she heard a voice call out. The door of the interrogation room opened and a fairly tall man with a trademark mustache and goatee walked in.

"Why'd they bring you in Stark?" Chris rolled her eyes.

"Oh Chris, why don't you like me?" Chris hated Tony, and when she said it she meant every word of it.

"Because you're an arrogant ass." Tony sat down in the chair in front of Chris.

"Christine, Christine, oh what a troublemaker you are." Tony flipped through his own batch of files.

"What are you trying to accomplish, Stark?" Tony looked up to her.

"I only want you to tell me who blew the brains out of that bridge," Chris's eyes widened.

"I don't know! I just know it wasn't me!" Tony touched his ear and began to speak.

"Ok, bring in the big guns, she isn't budging."