It had been a month. Tony hadn't slept well since they started looking. Well, to be honest, he didn't sleep well before that, but it was worse now.

They didn't have much to go on. The twins didn't give much information to go on.

"We don't know much about her, to be honest." Wanda said. "Between the experiments and the training, there wasn't much time for socializing."

There was something suspicious, or perhaps just frustrating, about how little they knew. Plus, they seemed uncomfortable talking about it. Yet, maybe they weren't keen on talking about their time in Hydra in general.

The information they did have came from Hydra's files.

Amara Stark

Father: Tony Stark

Mother: Bethany Callop

Age: 20

Birthdate: Feb 20th, 1993

Place of Origin: Latveria

That was it. It wasn't much to go on. We needed to find someone who knew more, but with Strucker dead, it was only low-level agents left.

Speaking of low-level agents, Fury had tried to entice some of the agents that were captured to talk and he was lucky enough to get a bite.

Fury and Natasha went into the cell holding a low-level Hydra agent. They took a seat at the table across from a blond haired agent. Fury started the conversation, "So, we heard you had some information on a girl named Amara Stark."

"Only in exchange for a reduced sentence. I want it in writing." He said, sternly.

Fury gave a small nod to Natasha. She took out a piece of paper, and place it on the table. "Here is the deal." She said.

The man looked it over and then leaned back in his chair. "Amara Stark." He said in a long breath. "What do you want to know about her?"

"How did she get involved with Strucker's experiments?"

"Hydra had known about her for a while. Kept tabs on her and her mother, but never interfered. Even when Amara's mother died and she ended up in an orphanage in Latveria at the age of 13. A year later, Hydra stepped in- a kind Samaritan willing to help her out."

He continued. "You know, there's not many options for a young girl in such a hostile country. Hydra offered her training under the supervision of Dr. Strucker, knowing that one day, when she was older, she would go under experimentation. At the time, it was assumed she would be under the realm of super-solider serum, but then everything happened with the scepter, and the rest is history."

Fury asked, "Do you know where she would have went after Strucker's death?"

"It's hard to say for sure. Those loyal would have gone to a different Hydra base, others would try to escape."

"And where is the nearest Hydra base?" Fury asked.

"It's in—"

Suddenly the alarms start to go off, red lights flash, even in the cell. Fury looks at Natasha- a silent message passes between them.

They both get up and exit the cell.

Fury goes to the computer and tries to get in touch with the other floor, but all he hears is static. "Whatever caused the sirens, must have cut comm lines."

"Let's go upstairs, see if we can't find out what's going on." Natasha said, careful to survey the area.

Fury nods and they leave.

Back in the cell….

The blond haired agent sat impatiently in the cell. He wasn't concerned by the sirens, it wasn't his problem. That was until he could see some kind of gas entering through the vent.

He didn't panic at first, then a thought occurred to him. If Hydra knew he was giving up information- any information- they would kill him.

But they couldn't get through SHIELD's security. Except SHIELD was HYDRA. His heartrate started to increase as the gas started to fill the room.

Then he started to choke, and it felt like he couldn't breathe.

Dammit he thought as he realized he was going to die.