"Not possible. Nope. Nope. Nope." Tony swiped through the evidence, eyes scanning the page as if the words would disappear before he could finish for the 10th time. "You must have done something wrong."

"I've already run through everything five times, Tony." Bruce sighed, looking at his own copy in disbelief, "Beginning to end. As impossible as it seems… here it is." He put the tablet down and started to pace, scrubbing at his chin, "It was just a hunch! I didn't think anything would actually come of it!"

"What the hell are we supposed to do with this information?"

"Say something?"

"No shit, Sherlock!"

"Then stop asking stupid questions!"

Both scientists fell silent at the unspoken question. How on earth did they say something like that?

--

It was time to pull it together. She had let them see her losing it for long enough. Now to calm and go into some form of shell shock. Conveniently enough, that's what they would be expecting. This was vastly different from what they had trained her for. Show nothing and laugh it off if you can. Yet here she was, allowing herself to be seen having a mental breakdown.

Three settled into a sitting position with her knees tucked to her chest and stared, unblinking, at the wall in front of her. The picture of exhaustion evident on her features. Though, the opposite was true.

How easy would it be to escape this place? If need be. With the doors closed, it would likely be rather difficult. They more than likely had a lockdown protocol or something. When the door opened would be when she would have to take her chance. Not that it was the plan to escape. That was a secondary plan.

This current plan had better work. That was the worst force of emotions she had ever felt. Even after going through the mental conditioning they put her through every two months. They had all been simulations. This had felt so real. The man had really been her husband. The boy was her son. It felt as if she had lived her older self's life already. To see them killed so cruelly had been more than gut wrenching. They had been killed with her own trained signature execution technique and everything. That woman had brought up exactly what would shake her to her core. If it had been memories of her past or what could have been, it would have been fine. But this? It had been a fear she wouldn't even confront herself. A fear not even Hydra knew of.

Back to the mission. No more complaining. It was game time. More like waiting time really.

She wasn't here… she was on the beaches of Maine, the touch of cold, nipping air, and the smell of the sea. Ice cream.

--

The young girl, Subject Three hadn't moved from her corner, hadn't moved a muscle for the past hour. That blank stare across the room, head resting on the wall with her arms crossed around her torso. After having a minor meltdown, she had gone into this state of barely moving before stopping completely. Steve couldn't help but pray that Wanda hadn't done too much damage to her. Who knew what had happened to her already?

"We can and will have to take her into our custody." Agent Hill was saying yet again. This game of going around and around in circles was getting to all of them at this point.

"Just wait for a little while, Hill." Natasha tried to placate the woman, "Tony and Bruce are checking out the lab results and sifting through the salvaged data. Transporting her could be dangerous as we don't know what we would be handing over to you. Best we keep her here until there's a clear understanding."

"So you're just going to keep her there?" Agent Maria gestured to the screens, "She isn't some fish in a bowl, Romanoff." She took a breath, "Look, we have the equipment that we could transport her safely and keep her in a secure place. There's no -"

Tony burst into the room, king of his palace and walking like he knew it, "Sorry, Agent Tightass, no can do. We can't hand Junior Lab Rat here over to your fine services." Bruce was close on his heels with his arms stretched out as if to stop him before shrinking back when he realized it was no use now.

The billionaire went to the drinks cabinet he kept stashed in the corner for after a stressful meeting or in celebration. He meandered over to it, taking in all the eyes on him. Bruce stayed by the door, shaking his head.

"And what excuse do you have that they haven't already made?" The agent barely contained an eye roll. These superheroes and their complexes…

"Well, first of all, I'd like to congratulate Mr. Steven Grant Rogers and Miss Natasha Romanoff." Tony raised his glass, ever the one for dramatics, "You're parents!"

~ A/N ~ Sorry this one was so short! I'll probably update tomorrow, though. Would love to hear everyone's thoughts!