Author's Note: Okay, it took me a while to write this chapter even though it's not as long as the others. I wasn't sure how to write this chapter but I finally figured it out. I can also definitely say that Peter will return in the chapter after next. The next chapter will most likely be a shorter one as well so it shouldn't be long before I get to the chapter with Peter in it. I want to say thanks for all the reviews last chapter. I'm glad you all loved Emma and Peter's first interaction. I'm also surprised at all the comment about the dirty joke. I thought of the joke a long time ago when I first started writing this fanfiction and I wasn't sure whether or not I would include it. I'm glad you guys thought it was so funny though. So thanks for all the reviews and follows. Keep Reviewing!

I'll try to update again later on tonight.

Emma sat in the interrogation room of the Raft Prison with a stoic expression on her face. She had been counting the minutes since she had arrived and determined that she had been sitting there for nearly seventeen hours. There was a couple of brief bathroom breaks of course but Emma had been there for a while and she was bored. There had been some agents that had come into the room to interrogate her but Emma had the feeling that she wasn't dealing with the top brass. It was fine. She had been subjected to plenty of pretend interrogations with Hydra and they had trained her exactly for a situation like this one. The only difference was that she had been locked inside a interrogation room for four days then.

As soon as Stark cuffed her he had led her back to the others who had also been cuffed. Emma remembered looking behind herself at all the destruction that they had all caused to the airport. Instead of just noticing all the debris and fires, however, she noticed Spider-Man standing there watching her. They must've stared at each other for a couple of minutes before Emma was suddenly urged to step into an unmarked aircraft. It had been clear to her then that where ever they were going, they couldn't get there by car. Still… Emma curiously wonder about Spider-Man or Spider-Twerp as she had called him. The subject of Spider-Man is actually what kept Emma occupied inside the interrogation room as she waited for the person in charge to speak with her.

Emma wondered who he was… Spider-Man that is. Where did Stark find him? What was he was capable of? And more importantly… She wondered how he could overpower her like he had. It seemed like he would remain a mystery to her for a while or at least until she got out of this place. Emma was brought out of her thoughts when the door suddenly opened. It had been five hours since the last guy came in. Emma knew what they were trying to do. They were trying to wait her out until she was ready to talk. Fat chance of that happening. It was an older looking man that walked through the door. His hair probably used to be dark but it had since grown gray with age. She saw a ridiculous looking moustache that Emma summed up as him wanting to look like some sort of cowboy or Sam Elliot. He miserably failed there. Emma immediately realized that this man was Thaddeus Ross. The Secretary of State. An occupation that had previously been held by Alexander Pierce… her other grandfather.

"Hello, Viper." Ross said as he smiled at her before sitting in the seat across from her. Emma could tell that his smile was forced. It looked just like the smile Pierce used to give her… like he knew everything about her. Emma decided then that she immensely disliked Ross. "Or do you prefer Emma?" Emma just gave him a blank look as he looked at her. "Yes, I know all about you, Miss Rogers. Tony finally decided fill us in on you... just the people who matter. Don't worry, the public is still oblivious that Captain America's granddaughter is also the Viper Assassin. They're also oblivious to the fact that you're even alive." He continued to tell her.

"Why did you send a bunch of your lackeys to interrogate me if you were just going to do the job yourself?" Emma asked, ignoring everything Ross just told her. She wanted to show him that she wasn't effected by what he just said. It did bother her that he knew who she was but she wasn't about to let him know that.

"I just wanted to see how forthcoming with information you are." Ross replied. Emma raised an eyebrow.

"How did that work out for you?" Emma inquired.

"Not well." Ross told her. "I have to say, Miss Rogers, I'm very impressed." Emma didn't really care for his appraisal as she looked back at him.

"Yeah, well, what can I say? Hydra's a good place to practice being interrogated." Emma said in a snarky tone. Ross didn't look amused.

"Let's get down to business, Miss Rogers." He said, cutting right to the chase. "I know that everyone treats you like a kid because you look like one. You should've seen Stark earlier. He was practically begging me to go easy on you." Ross chuckled and Emma just watched him. "I think you have all the Avengers wrapped around your finger. You're good… really good." The smile disappeared off his face as he leaned in closer to her.

"I also know that you are not a child in the way it matters. No, you think like an adult and you probably hate that the others treat you like the child that you are." He smirked as he looked carefully at the expression on her face. "I'm right, aren't I? You're a really smart girl though… you've probably learned to adapt to your surroundings. The others treat you like a child so you use that against them. Get them to be more lenient with you… get them to leave you alone. It's very smart actually." Emma really wanted to smack that smug look off his face but she knew she also had to play her cards right.

"Where are the others?" Emma asked him, trying to shift the conversation away from her. She didn't really want to go along with whatever Ross was attempting to do. He thought he was being so clever but Emma knew what he was trying to do. Ross was trying to test her boundaries to see how far he could push her before she would break. Others had tried and failed to break her so she doubted that he would be able to.

"The others?" Ross asked, playing dumb. Emma rolled her eyes.

"Wilson, Barton, Maximoff, and Lang. It's no secret that they're here." Emma told him. "I want to know where you took them."

"If you must know they're sitting pretty comfortably in their cells." Ross answered her before his expression darkened. "You'd be sitting there too if it were up to me. Fortunately for you, President Ellis doesn't believe in imprisoning innocent children in high security prisons." Ross rolled his eyes and snorted. "Innocent, my ass. Ellis called you a tragic casualty of a terrorist organization's agenda. He's made you out to be some doe eyed, terrified little girl."

"I am a casualty of Hydra's agenda." Emma pointed out but Ross just glared at her.

"You're not innocent though." He told her. "You're a trained killer that belongs in a cell much more secure than the ones we're holding the others in. A cell that I would lock and throw away the key."

"So you can't keep me here… What do you really want from me then?" Emma questioned. "Do you want to know where my grandfather and Barnes are? I'll tell you this now… I don't have the slightest idea."

"Rogers and Barnes are war criminals now… along with all your other little friends." Ross sneered. "You'd be a war criminal too if it wasn't for President Ellis. I suggest that you vote for him when you become of age. He's the only reason you're not sitting in one of those cells right now." Emma just shrugged at him.

"I don't really care that much for politics." She told him, her tone casual. Ross scoffed.

"Well, you got involved in a very political war." He retorted and Emma narrowed her eyes at him.

"The politics didn't matter to me. I just didn't want to be controlled like a puppet by a bunch of people who don't know shit about me." Emma told him harshly. "When you've been under Hydra's thumb for as long as I have, being under anyone else's thumb isn't that appealing."

"Are you comparing the United Nations to Hydra?" Ross asked in disbelief but Emma didn't looked bothered by his angry expression.

"I just don't like being anyone's puppet… no matter the politics." Emma told him. Emma could tell that it was very difficult for Ross to contain his anger but he did his best as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.

"Where's Rogers and Barnes?" Ross asked, getting back to the task at hand. He knew what Emma had been doing… she had been trying to distract him and it had worked for a while. Now it was time to get real information out of her.

"I don't know." Emma replied with no hesitance. Ross furrowed his eyebrows at her, glaring at the blonde teenager.

"You don't know?" He asked in a doubtful tone. "You're telling me that you went through all this trouble… fighting Stark and everyone so that you could hijack a Quinjet. You're telling me that everyone was going to hijack a Quinjet but you didn't happen to know where you were going?" Emma nodded.

"Exactly." Ross shook his head.

"Pardon me but I'm not buying that. Rogers and Barnes didn't happen to mention where they were going? You don't know anything?" Emma shrugged.

"No, I just know that they needed to stop this man by the name of Zemo. You know… the supposed psychiatrist who released Barnes from custody? But I guess terrorists aren't the Joint Counter Terrorist Centre 's Priority." Emma told him a with a condescending tone to her voice. This only seemed to infuriate Ross more as Emma stared at him with a bored look on her face.

"Well, you'll be happy to know that we apprehended Zemo. He's currently being held in at the Joint Counter Terrorist Centre." Ross told her and Emma had to admit that she was a bit surprised to hear that. Did that mean her father and Steve had caught the man? Was everything fine between them and the government now? Emma highly doubted that. If everything was fine then Emma wouldn't have been sitting in that interrogation room for seventeen hours. Ross wouldn't be referring to her father and Steve as war criminals. It was a child's fantasy that everything could've worked itself out. However, Emma didn't let her surprise and confusion show on her face as she maintained her composure.

"Who brought him in?" Emma questioned, her tone curious. Ross raised an eyebrow at her.

"I believe that I'm the one doing the interrogating, Miss Rogers." He told her.

"It'll probably be common knowledge anyways. If you don't tell me, someone else will." Emma replied logically causing Ross to sigh tiredly.

"It was Prince T'Challa." That intrigued Emma. So T'Challa must've known that it really wasn't her father who bombed the UN building. If he knew that Zemo was the bomber, Emma wondered why Zemo was still alive. "Now that I've given you something, you should give me something as well." Emma was quickly becoming tired of all of his questioning. It was time for her to make her play and she would have to start on that soon. "Where is the location of Rogers and Barnes?"

"I told you that I don't know." Emma repeated and Ross gave her a frustrated look. It looked like he was about to say something but Emma continued before he could. "It's the truth. I might've known where they were at one time but it's been a long time since I've been detained. They've probably since moved on… I wouldn't have the slightest idea where. We never planned that far ahead." Emma told him. Ross felt uneasy about the calm look on her face. It was errie how calm she looked about this entire situation… too calm.

"So you would tell me if you knew anything?" Ross asked and he narrowed his eyes as he saw a huge smile cross the young girl's face. She gave him an innocent look, nearly batting her eyelashes at him.

"Why, of course, Secretary Ross." She told him but Ross couldn't help but question the sincerity in her voice. "If I knew where they were you'd be the first one to know." Ross stared at Emma for what felt like the longest time but she steadily held his gaze, not even blinking once. He exhaled as he tried to remain calm and professional, refusing to let the teenager to piss him off.

"Okay, we're done." Ross told her, getting up from his seat. Emma watched him walk towards the door silently. "Sit tight, Rogers, it's going to be a while until you're released. President Ellis never said when you were to be released." Emma clenched her jaw, angry that Ross was blowing her off but she quickly surpressed the feeling.

"How's Betty?" Emma asked him suddenly, causing the older man to pause right in front of the door. His arm had been extended as he reached for the door knob but immediately fell to his side when Emma spoke. He slowly turned around with a bewildered look on his face. His eyes locked on to Emma who was giving him that same innocent smile.

"How do you know about Betty?" He asked her, his voice slightly shaky. Emma knew that she had him right where she wanted.

"She's your daughter, isn't she? Dr. Betty Samson, professor and scientist at Culver University." Emma told him as if she was reading his daughter's biography and he could only watch in shock as she did so. "Married to Dr. Leonard Samson for how long? Seven years, was it? They have two children now… a boy and a girl. Twins."

"Tell me..." Ross's tone was full of anger but Emma could also tell from his eyes that he was nervous. Most people said that eyes were the windows to the soul but Emma didn't believe in spiritual or philosophical nonsense… or where ever the term had come from. No, Emma believed a person's eyes simply betrayed what they were truly feeling. "How do you know all that? I've kept her files off public records… I've made sure that she's been able to have a normal life away from all of this mess… away from-"

"Banner?" Emma inquired with a raised eyebrow. She could practically see Ross turning purple at this point as he stared at her in bewilderment and possibly fear. "Oh… do not many people know about the connection between your daughter and Banner? You seem to be very good at hiding her away from everybody else. Does President Ellis know about your daughter and Banner? It might be scandalous if the Secretary of State's daughter was once known to be in a romantic relationship with a mad scientist whose alter ego destroyed Harlem and a city on the African coast and that's only the recent things he's done." Emma paused as she looked at the enraged look on his face before she continued. "Of course, you don't have to worry about Banner coming back for your daughter again. No, his tastes have changed exponentially. He's more into red heads with red in their ledgers now."

"Are you blackmailing me, Rogers?" He asked in a dangerous tone. "Because if you are, I'm not someone you want to mess with. You're treading into very dangerous waters here, little girl." Emma just smirked.

"I'm only stating facts here, Secretary." Emma said, coyly. "There's nothing sinister going on at all."

"What do you want?" Ross asked abruptly, not buying Emma's innocent expression one bit. "You're already getting out of here… what could you possibly want? Not freedom for Wilson, Maximoff, Barton, and Lang. Not immunity for Rogers and Barnes. You and I both know that not even I can make that call." Emma casually shrugged as she leaned back in her seat.

"No, I'm not completely unreasonable. I know that you can't release them… there would be a public outcry. I understand how badly that would impact the country. President Ellis would lose supporters, America would lose a lot of tresured allies, and other countries might even wage war." Emma replied and Ross raised an eyebrow.

"I thought you said that you didn't know politics?" Emma gave him a pointed look.

"I said that I didn't care for politics, not that I didn't understand them." Emma corrected before continuing. "No, I want something more valuable… more realistic. I know that the others will have to remain at the prison so I'm not going to live in a fantasy world where I try to get you to release them and allow them to walk the streets of New York unbothered. Happy endings don't exist." Emma's expression darkened as she went on. "What I want is something much more valable to me…When Steve finally breaks everyone out of this hellhole I want you to not try very hard to find them." Ross's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"What?" He asked, completely confused.

"I know that you'll probably have to act like you're looking for them so you'll make a huge show of it but where it really counts… you'll just try a little less hard." Emma told him. "It shouldn't be that difficult for you. You're not very talented at finding people. Banner's slipped through your fingers hundreds of times."

"I can't make that sort of call. Do you think President Ellis would approve of this?" Ross inquired, laughing humorlessly.

"Well, President Ellis doesn't have to know." Emma said slyly and Ross glared at her.

"You're suggesting treason." Ross accused.

"It's only treason if you were to aide Rogers and Barnes. I'm not suggesting you do any such thing." Emma said to him, her tone malicious. "It's a really easy job for you to do… especially with the kind of information I have. I could ask for so much more if I really wanted."

"How do I even know that you have any evidence to even support these claims?" Ross asked and Emma grinned at him. She knew that she had him right then. There was no going back for him now.

"It's true. I might not have any evidence at all… maybe just some interesting leads from unreliable sources. I could just be bluffing." She then paused for a moment before she continued. "But then again… I could have plenty of evidence. I mean… it's not even just about your daughter and Banner. The government experimentations… The Abomination. Government conspiracies always make for some juicy stories for news outlets. It's really amazing how you hid that much information from the public and the government. Ellis doesn't even have any clue, does he?"

"I must not have been that good if you were able to uncover all of this." Ross told her, sounding drained and exhausted.

"Oh, I wouldn't feel so bad about it, Mr. Secretary." Emma told him, her tone mocking. "I'm just lucky enough to still have contacts and friends in both high and low places. When I heard about this business with the accords I just knew that I had to get something on you. It took me a little time but I think it was worth it." Ross just shook his head before he started chuckling.

"Fine, Rogers, you win. It's not like the Captain could even break into this place anyways." He told her, thinking he had won something over her. If Emma thought he had, she didn't show it.

"Just do what I ask and your job and reputation will remain secure." Emma told him, her tone serious and unrelenting. Ross just sighed as he looked at her, analyzing the unwavering determined look on the blonde's face. It became clear that this wasn't new to her. She had blackmailed people many times before to get what she wanted. From the looks of it, she had been successful too.

"Whatever you want." He turned to leave again but paused before he opened the door, turning back around to look at her one last time. "You'd make a very good colonel someday, Rogers. You have two amazing qualities." Emma gave him an amused look.

"What's that?" She asked curiously and he gave her a very unkind, cold look.

"Strategy and ruthlessness." He told her before he opened the door. Ross looked at the guard, standing outside the interrogation room, before glancing back at her in disgust.

"Get her out of my sight. Having her in the same building as me is putting me on edge." Ross gave her one last hateful look before leaving and Emma smirked in satisfaction. She knew that she had won. Ross really was too easy. Despite missing Steve and her father, Emma couldn't help but think that this was going to be fun.

Emma was led out of the interrogation room not even ten minutes after Ross left. Emma had the feeling that she had freaked him out quite a bit. In all honesty Emma had been bluffing. She had several sources that compiled a lot of information on Ross for her but she wouldn't call them reliable and there wasn't actually any hard copy evidence. But Ross had bought it and that was all that mattered. The guy wouldn't gamble with his career and reputation… Emma had counted on that and preyed on his weakness. It was like the ultimate chess game and she had come out on top as the winner.

She briefly wondered where it was that she was going. Emma didn't think that they would just dump her at any location and she would be on her own. No, she knew they wouldn't let her aimlessly wander around the world. President Ellis had allowed her to be released because he thought that she was a helpless child that was caught up in someone else's war. It was the furthest thing from the truth but Emma wasn't about to argue. Emma thought he might place her under the government's care or something similar. She was sort of hoping that he would because she knew that it would be quite easy for her to escape if he did. It wouldn't be long before she would be reunited with Steve and her father. Perhaps then she could help Steve devise a plan to help rescue the others. She had been inside the Raft Prison after all and observed quite a lot while being there. There was only the question of where Steve and her father could possibly be.

Emma's hopes, however, were crushed the moment she walked outside and onto the landing pad of the prison. Emma saw the last person she ever wanted to see standing there, leaning against a helicopter. She could practically feel all her plans crumbling the moment she set foot outside. Tony Stark stood there with a welcoming smile on his face and Emma wanted nothing more than to go over there to slap the silly grin off his face. It was pouring down rain on the landing pad and Emma could smell the sea water with her enhanced sense of smell. The ocean waves were crashing against the Raft Prison and if Emma had been a more normal human, she might've been sea sick.

"Mini Cap!" Tony greeted happily but the smile didn't quite reach his eyes. She assessed his appearance and immediately noticed that he looked like shit. Cuts littered his face, he had a huge black eye, and he even had his arm in a sling. The guy looked like he had gotten the shit beat out of him and she was a little smug to realize that it was probably Steve and her father's doing. Serves him right.

"What are you doing here?" She asked suddenly, not bothering with formalities. Emma honestly had a sneaking suspicion as to why Stark was there but she wanted to be proven wrong.

"I'm here to take you home, kid." Stark told her causing Emma to raise her eyebrow.

"Home?" She questioned and Stark just looked at her like she was stupid.

"You know… The compound." Emma suddenly felt sick to her stomach. No, none of her plans were going to work out if she was going back to that place. She shook her head.

"I'm not going back there." Emma told him firmly.

"And where would you go?" Tony questioned. "I already know that you don't know where Steve and Barnes are. I also know that all the others are too locked up in their cells to help you in anyway. You don't have anywhere else to go." He told her and Emma shook her head.

"I've been alone before. I can survive on my own, I don't need you or anybody else." She sneered. "What makes you think that I would even want to be near you after what happened. You disgust me, Stark." Tony took a deep breath before exhaling, trying to surpress any angry feelings he had.

"You're coming with me." He told her, the friendly smile completely gone. "Not because I'm giving you a choice but because I said so." Emma glared at him.

"You're not my father." Emma retorted. "I don't have to listen to you."

"No, but your only guardian is a war criminal now and so is the man you would actually call your father." He replied, his tone beyond frustrated with her. Tony had dealt with a lot in the past twenty fours hours and he most certainly didn't need to deal with this too. "I'm all you've got left, kid. Ellis allowed for your release but that doesn't mean he wants you walking the streets unsupervised. There's conditions to your release and one of them is being released into my custody." Emma bit the inside of her cheek so hard that she began tasting blood. This wasn't going how she thought it would. She thought she would easily be able to escape where ever the government put her but Emma knew she wouldn't be able to escape the compound… not with Tony's security system and Vision standing in her way.

"You better get in the chopper because you can't stay here either." He finally told her. Emma weighed her options and realized that he was right. It wasn't like she could just run away from him right there and then. She was in the middle of the ocean for crying aloud. She couldn't fly away either. Emma would never be able to see through all the rain even with her enhanced vision. She'd probably crash into something. Emma would have no choice but to leave with Stark. She sighed as she looked up at him.

"Fine, I'll cooperate." Emma relented and Tony nodded, seeming relieved.

"I'm glad to hear that." He then motioned for her to climb into the helicopter. Emma gave him a look of distrust as she climbed in. Tony rolled his eyes at her reaction. Emma could really be stubborn sometimes. The billionaire then climbed in after her, immediately taking the seat across from her. Emma looked around the inside of the helicopter cautiously as she took in her surroundings. She immediately noticed that it was an auto-pilot helicopter. Yeah, that really didn't make her any less distrustful. The Helicopter began to lift off into the air the second they both got in, leaving Emma and Tony to stare at each other. It seemed as if Emma had won their staring contest as Tony quickly looked away, creeped out by her silent staring.

"How are you so good at that?" He questioned as he looked away uncomfortably. Emma just shrugged casually.

"Years and years of practice." She replied and something about her tone of voice chilled him right to the bone. Tony just shook his head as he glanced back at her.

"How did you even get Ross to finally release you? I've been trying to get him to let you go for hours now." Tony said but by the cold look on her face, he decided that he probably didn't want to know anyways. Tony awkwardly cleared his throat as he moved on from the question."You're not going to make this easy on me, are you?" He asked, changing the subject. "I've never had to be a parent, you know. I don't have any experience with being a parent."

"I don't want you to be my parent." Emma told him pointedly. "I already have my father and Steve." Tony looked out the window uncomfortably when she said that. She noticed the way his jaw clenched and immediately knew that something was up. "What happened out there?"

"What are you talking about?" Tony asked in a confusion state as he momentarily looked back at her. Emma just gave him a doubtful look.

"Well, you look like you got the shit beaten out of you and I also know that Zemo got arrested." Emma explained. "So tell me… what happened?" Tony then looked directly at Emma. Brown meeting blue as he tried to search her eyes for something.

"Did you know?" He asked suddenly. Emma furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she processed the odd and random question he had just asked her.

"Know what?" Emma asked confused.

"That he killed my parents." Tony finally said and Emma stared at him in surprise, her blue eyes wide and curious. She could only assume he meant her father. They must've sat there in silence for a good couple of minutes as Emma's mind processed that information. She didn't think she had been expecting to hear that when she asked Stark about what happened.

"I always wondered how Hydra got their hands on your father's serum." Emma said, breaking her and Stark's long stretch of silence. Tony watched her carefully, thirsty for any information she might be able to provide him. "I suspected that Hydra might've had a hand in their death but I never knew for sure… it happened a long time before I was even born. But to answer your question… No, I never knew." Tony looked slightly doubtful at her answer, not sure that he could take her word for it.

"Steve never told you?" Tony pressed.

"Steve didn't tell me a lot of things… not if he thought that it would protect me in the long run." Emma answered honestly. "Stark, I've lied to you a lot in the past but I don't have any reason to right now. I didn't know my father had a hand in their death although I don't think I'm entirely surprised." She glanced back in his direction, looking him directly in the eyes. "That's what happened, isn't it? This was Zemo's plan all along."

"He had already killed the other super soldiers by the time we arrived." Tony informed her. Emma raised her eyebrows when he told her that piece of information. She had to admit that Zemo's plans were a lot more different than your average super villain. So it must not have been world domination that he wanted if he killed all the super soldiers. No… But what could it be? The thought suddenly hit Emma. A thought she knew a little too well. Revenge.

"He didn't want world domination. It was revenge, wasn't it?" Emma asked him although she thought she already knew the answer. Tony looked up at her in surprise. Sometimes it really creeped him out how she already knew so much. She only needed to be told a few details before she could get the summary of the whole story.

"His family had been killed in Sokovia." Tony admitted before continuing. "I arrived there to help Steve and Barnes out when I found out that you guys had been right all along. Zemo showed us a video… It was of the Winter Soldier murdering my parents." Tony looked down at his hands and Emma stared at him curiously. She felt some sympathy for Stark in that moment. Emma knew how it felt watching your parents being murdered in front of you… she knew how it felt being so helpless because there was nothing you could possibly do.

"I take it things didn't go well after that?" Emma inquired and Tony shook his head.

"No, they didn't." He didn't elaborate but he didn't need to because Emma already knew the basics of what happened. She wasn't stupid. "They got away in the end."

"I understand, you know." Emma said suddenly, causing Tony to look up at her in surprise. "Wanting to kill him… to make him suffer like you suffered all those years you had to live without them… your parents I mean. I feel the same way about someone who stole my parents from me all those years ago."

"Rumlow?" Tony questioned and Emma nodded solemnly.

"I promised myself a long time ago that I would make him suffer like he made me suffer… that he would pay the price for what he had done to me." Emma told him. "I was glad when he escaped from Steve because it meant that I could still have my chance to fulfill that promise."

"T'Challa said that I shouldn't let my vengence consume me." Tony spoke quietly and Emma raised an eyebrow.

"What does he know? He's a Prince." Emma retorted. Tony smiled a small smile before Emma spoke again and the smile fell off his face when he heard what she said. "This is why you came for me, isn't it? You're using me to get to my father."

"What?" Tony asked incredulously but Emma just had a look of nonchalance as she shrugged.

"I'm not stupid, Stark. You think that if you have me that my father will come running to get me and you'll have your chance to get your revenge." She told him. "I don't blame you for that. I would do the same thing if I had the chance."

"You would?" Tony asked although he probably already knew the answer. She nodded before the expression of her face quickly darkened as she leaned in towards him.

"Just understand this, Stark. You can try and kill my father out of the revenge if you want." Emma said, her tone dark and dangerous. "You're in a position of power right now where you could accomplish such a thing and there would be little that I could do to stop you. However, if you do kill my father I will then be forced to kill you in return."

"Are you threatening me, Mini Cap, because I-"

"Yes, I am." Emma told him without missing a beat, interupting him in the process. He stared at her with wide eyes. "If you take my father from me then I won't have any other choice. I've killed for him before and I'm not afraid to do it again. I really wouldn't like doing it, Stark, I'm somewhat fond of you. I like our banter but you wouldn't be giving me a choice."

"You can't just threaten me like that." Tony told her seriously but Emma just glared at him.

"I don't care who you are, Stark. I don't care that you're a billionaire or an Avenger." She told him honestly. "They could throw me in a prison where I would rot for the remainder of my existence or they could kill me… It wouldn't make a difference to me. I don't have anything to lose." Emma and Tony sat there in the helicopter continuing to stare at each other. Tony mostly stared at her in disbelief while Emma held his gaze, daring him to challenge her. Tony finally broke their staring contest, shaking his head as he stared out the window. Emma leaned back in her seat, satisfied by the reaction she had gotten out of Tony. Little did she knew that Tony was actually starting to develop an idea involving her… something that would be for her own good. As Tony continued to think about this idea, he was interupted in his thoughts as Emma spoke up once more.

"It looks like Zemo achieved what Ultron never could." Tony silently looked back at her but Emma wasn't looking at him anymore. She was staring out at the crashing waves of the ocean below them as they flew away. "He tore the Avengers apart."