I tie him up to the chair I welded into the floor earlier, he just glared at me. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, you got beat up by a girl. Deal with it, then get used to it." I say, highly irritated.

He glares.

"Alright, so, you know the drill. I ask, you answer." More glaring, "And if you aren't feeling cooperative I have get fired and guess who gets my job?"

He raises an eyebrow.

"Hulk."

He frowns, then glares with more vigor.

I sigh. "Who are you?

"Jamie."

"That's not what meant and you know it."

He shrugs.

"Fine. When did you start training?"

"Ten years old. You?"

"Yeah, no. Nice try though." Jamie grits his teeth.

"Who do you work for?"

"Huh, skipping the basics?"

"Not at all."

"…" He's opted for silence. If he was going to go that route he should have started off like that. Silence has to be self-disciplined. By not starting at first shows me that he's breakable. Very, very breakable. I tell him this.

I sit on the floor not far from him, in a relaxed manner, just thinking.

Why has he decided to remain silent? We can help him out of just about any mess. I sigh. Fine, I play good cop, bad cop all in one spy. Fun right? Well I've always been told I have multiple perspectives and personalities.

"My name is Amethyst." I say quietly, "I'm sixteen years old, I finished high school when I was fourteen and my foster dad died a few moths ago. I never knew my real parents, don't want to based on the reports."

He looks up at me, surprised. I continue, "He taught me everything I know…well except the blue skinned, purple-eyed warrior. That's just a small…condition of mine. It can get a lot worse though." I say quietly.

"Do you ever scare yourself sometimes?" he asks softly "because I scare myself sometimes. I've been through stuff, done things, that even the most seasoned war veteran would cower from."

I nod sadly, "Yeah, sometimes. Sometimes it's all I can do to decipher who's friend, who's foe. Who's right, who's wrong. Who's doing it for the right reasons, the right motives."

He snorts, "Yeah. Funny how people make a bunch of teens go at each other's throats for their business, how they destroy lives for their own enjoyment."

"That what happened to you?"

He nods, "Don't pretend that's not why you do it."

I shake my head, "It's not. I do it for my dad. I…if I could…I would never let anyone feel the same grief, the same feeling of emptiness that I feel all to often."

Jamie just stares at me. I stand up, fed up with this heart-to-heart thing. I'm not one for those types of things anyway. So why did I open up? What's wrong with me?

I walk over to Jamie and say harshly, "What do you know about the murder of James Strikesilver?"

His eyes widen and he curses. "You're…his daughter?"

I laugh. It's not a genuine or pretty sound. Why am I so angry?

"Yeah."

"That would be why we were sent specifically to kill you and whoever else we could."

"You boss was told we would both be in that building, right?"

He nods.

Silence stretches for several minutes.

"Who do they have?" I ask suddenly.

He looks startled, then angry. "How did you know that?"

"You think I haven't been in that position? You think that wasn't why they killed him?" I was shouting no, tears welling up. "I failed! And he died!"

The idiot boy just gawks at me.

I clench my fists. Stupid boy. Stupid boy! Getting me all worked up. I cursed under my breath. I'm pretty sure poor Jamie thinks I'm a psychopath or something. Oh well, I'll just roll with it then.

"Who killed my father?" I say glaring at him; my eyes burning with unshed salt tears.

"Nick Fury." He says slowly, "Nick Fury killed your father."

I nod, "Why?"

"You really don't know?"

I sigh. Yeah, I do know. But I hate that memory. I always will.

"So, you never answered my question."

"My little sister. She's five-years-old." He says in a very small voice.

I nod. "Where is she?"

"The main facility. Gray Street San Francisco."

I walk over to the door, unlock it, and begin to turn the handle. I turn around, "You've been free of you bonds five minutes after I tied them. You coming, or not?"

Jamie's jaw drops open, "How did you...why didn't you…"

I shrug, "You didn't seem like the like of person who would kill anyone unless it was distinctly necessary. You seemed a lot like me. Did you happen to be trained by jay Blade at SHEILD?"

He nods dumbly.

"Me too. I quit halfway through. I never liked that guy."

Jamie shrugged as we walked down the hallway to the main room where everyone but the other spies were. The look on their faces was priceless! They just gawked. I crossed my arms and said, "the guy was blackmailed, I'm going to head down to the headquarters with him to rescue his sister and no he's not lying I read his mind."

They still gawked. Panther was the first to regain his composure, "That's it? You're just going?"

"San Francisco, Gray street." I said, "Oh! And Nick Fury killed my dad."

More gawking. So helpful.

Hawkeye and Black Widow came back. More gawking at me. I sighed.

The spies quickly shook it off, "Amethyst we need you to make sure these guys aren't lying. They're making some very...outrageous…claims"

I nod and follow them.

Drake and Aaron are tied up in the first room. About an hour later I head back to the main room, where Jamie is fitting right in. Everyone's a bit tense but not too much suspicion. Just awkwardness. But it's good to know the team trusts my judgment.

Jamie walks up to me, "So, did you mean what you said? About rescuing my sister?"

I nod, "We can leave tomorrow."

His eyes light up and he actually smiles. He's kind of cute when he does that…my face heats up. Ugh. No. No crushes, especially not on previous enemies. Not smart. Besides, the rescue mission will basically be Jamie's test of trust. Well see if he's really got what it takes to go against SHEILD.