Bringing Damien in had been easier than Coulson had expected. The kid was a techy nerd, but clearly not a trained operative. Once he'd discovered the dead bodies in his home, he had fled to Egypt for some reason.
SHIELD had been able to find him fairly easily as he wasn't very good at hiding himself in public and had disturbed more than a few people when he'd be wandering around the pyramids going on and on about being 'taken home'.
As Coulson looked at him in his cell, muttering and pacing, he couldn't help but wonder if the kid had cracked. Regardless, he had followed a lead and no matter how frayed the string was it still needed to be pulled.
He strode into the cell with a bottle of water and the kid instantly shut up. "Damien Yozhin I'm agent Phil Coulson. I want to talk to you about your recent employ under one Peter Bumovich." Damien's eyes flickered to the water bottle and Phil held it out. "Go ahead."
The kid grabbed the bottle and drank violently. He had half the bottle downed before he looked at Phil. "They're crazy."
Phil carefully schooled his features, it wouldn't do any good to apply that word to the kid just now. "Who is?"
"Peter. Jake. Viktor. Clint." He took another long drag on the water bottle. "All of them."
Phil wrote the names down, he didn't recognize Jake or Viktor's names from the files. "Why?"
"They're all so violent. You know in video games it seems so fake. Just pow pow, dead. But I got thrown through a window!" He pointed to a fading scab on his forehead. "You see this!?"
Phil nodded, the thought that the kid was actually crazy still not being ruled out.
Damien finished the water. "Clint fucked everything up and I had to fix it and then everyone died."
His pen faltered on the paper. "What did Clint do?"
"He killed that guy. Dannill. Peter was real happy, threw him a damn party. But it screwed up my job. I don't think Peter knew." His eyes went wide. "Don't tell Peter!"
Phil leaned back in his chair. They'd only attributed one kill to Clint and he carefully wrote Dannill's name down in a side column to look up later.
Damien kept muttering "Please don't tell Peter, Please don't tell Peter."
"Peter is dead."
Damien let out a breath. "Did Clint do it?"
"I'm not at liberty to say." He wasn't actually sure who had killed Peter, but it wasn't exactly relevant to this conversation.
"Are you going to kill me?" Damien's voice went chillingly cold. "I deserve it."
"Why would you deserve that? You're what? Twenty one?"
"Nineteen." The kid corrected.
Phil made a note in his folder. "Tell me about the nanobots."
"Peter wanted to hurt people. Something to do with his family, his one true love. I didn't understand it. He hated Russia. Hated the world for letting Russia do whatever it was they did. I dunno man, some Ukranian thing – ask him."
"Peter is dead." Phil repeated.
"Oh thank Anubis."
Phil quirked an eyebrow. "Did you program the nanobots?" Damien nodded. "Can you deactivate them?" Damien nodded again. "Kid, tell me everything and I'll make sure you're safe."
Author's Note: Sorry again for the short chapter folks. I'm awful at chapter length consistency. There's only two more chapters left though and I promise they're much longer!