I only own My OCs and the plot. (I can't be bothered tbh xD)

That girl was giving me the creeps. She was just sitting there, wearing all black that matched her hair, glaring at me with terrifying, forest-green eyes. She could have only been about fifteen or sixteen, yet she landed hits on NATASHA. The sooner we got back to S.H.I.E.L.D the better.

"Hey, Legolas, how long till we get back to base? She's creeping me out." I questioned Agent Barton.

"Approximately 10 minutes, Tony. She's a kid, how is she creepy?" Was the snappy response. I groaned.

"If you're bored Stark, you could always go and interrogate that girl. Find out her age and where she learnt to fight if you can." Agent Romanoff suggested with a smirk. It was like she could read minds and find all your worst nightmares.

"Ugh, fine." As I walked towards the kid, I realised she was thinking, and whatever the hell she was thinking about, it made her look sad. She's still creepy as hell.

"Hey, how old are you kid?"

Silence. A quiet kid. Fun. Well, I'd have to use my super-secret chatter powers to get her to open up!

"Those were some powerful hits, Widow isn't usually hit that much. Where did you learn to fight?"

More silence. This kid's difficult to break. I sighed and walked away with one last quip.

"It would be better if you talked to us kid. You might not go to jail." She carried on glaring at me. I could tell even though my back was to her; the hairs on the back of my neck raised. After twenty seconds, the silence was broken.

"You used Midazolam in your arrow, didn't you." The whisper reached my ears and I looked over at the Agents.

"Did you put Midazolam in your arrows, Katniss?" My head tilted as I asked.

"Yeah. D'ya think we should tell her Nat?"

"Might as well. See why she's asking." I nodded and looked back at her before answering. She was looking at her accomplice. A boy around her age with white-blond hair.

"Yeah, He did. Why?"

"He's allergic to Midazolam. Usually, it's not a problem because he's never had to have an operation with it before."

That wasn't good. My head was once again bombarded with thoughts. Many of them involved dramatic scenarios where the kid died and it would be my fault, even though realistically it wasn't at all my fault. However, out of all the thoughts running through my head, only one made it out of my mouth.

"Shit."

Tony's POV! And a plot twist if you're new. Poor Code though, I feel awful for what I'm doing to him in the first couple of chapters.. first taken down by an arrow, then an allergic reaction... Whatever will be next I wonder..? (I ain't gonna spoil it, so if you know, DON'T SAY ANYTHING)

Please tell me if I can improve stuff more!

MK