"Boss, the prisoner is moving."

Tony cringed at the wording but finished off his spiked coffee and started down the halls toward the common room, "What's she doing? Oh, and tell Cap and the Spy to get over here. Might as well tell the others too." Technically speaking, she was a prisoner. It just wasn't pleasant to think of it like that. Especially now that he knew it was Cap's kid.

"She appears to be approaching Mister Barton."

"WHAT?" Tony sped up to the common room, pulling up the feed. There was the man himself in the lion's den. Alone. And with so many sandwiches he could feed a small army. "Damn it, Barton, what are you doing?" He muttered to himself.

"Water board you?" The damned petulant archer asked, his eyebrow quirked, "Now why would we do that to someone like you?" What was this about waterboarding? Why did that come up?

The kid shrugged, standing she towered over Clint much like her own father often did, "Not sure." She didn't advance towards him beyond the step out of her corner.

"Well, believe me," Legolas smirked, "You may know who we are but you don't know us very well if you think we would resort to waterboarding or taunting you with food." He shuffled his arms a bit, looking at the sandwiches, "We've got vegetarian, ham and cheese, turkey and cheese, steak and cheese, meat and veg, just meat. I got a bit of everything since I didn't know what you liked. Which do you want?"

The kid scrunched up her eyebrows, confused, "Which I… like?" Her head tilted a bit to the side, that look (now that he knew what to look for) so similar to her mother's.

"Yeah," Clint shifted the sandwiches again, "Which ones do you prefer? These aren't the lightest things in the world so I'm about to pick and just give you the rest if you don't."

"Food is meant to be nutrition." She got a bit closer to him, "Not to have preferences for."

"Guess you're not a foodie." Clint snagged the ham and cheese in his hand and offered up the rest. "Here, take 'em."

"What is he doing?" Wanda asked as a good portion of the team filtered into the common room. Vis phased through the kitchen wall, Capsicle and Nat walked around the corner from the elevator.

"We forgot that prisoners have to eat too." Tony answered, not taking his eyes off the pair on the screen.

Steve turned towards the elevator again, "I'll be by the entrance. Let me know if I need to go in."

The billionaire only nodded. The kid had taken another step toward the archer and grabbed one of the sandwiches.

Clint, the damned idiot, proceeded to sit down and let the rest of the sandwiches roll off his arms. What the hell was he thinking?

Three sat cautiously with the little man as he unwrapped the packaging on his meal. What was his game? There was no reason to feed her. From the haphazard way he came into the room she supposed he had come without permission or even asking. But why? What did he want?

"All I want is you to have a decent meal." The man answered as if he read her thoughts, "I'm not some psycho." He munched heedlessly into his sandwich before saying around a mouthful, "Eat up, kid."

Well, if it was poison then her abilities might protect her. If they didn't, then at least she died with a full stomach. If this was a way to get information out of her they were going to be disappointed sooner or later. She unwrapped her sandwich and inhaled. Bread, turkey, cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, and mayonnaise. No trace of any drug that could be smelled. Heaven. How long had it been since she'd had more than the nutrition packs they gave her nearly everyday? New York probably. She set to her sandwich without further hesitation.

"Why are you not like the others I've seen?" She asked between bites of her second sandwich. They had eaten together in silence. Another mystery. Silence was reserved for isolation punishments or being alone in her cell. Not… whatever this was. "They've all come in pairs and look at me as though I'm going to explode."

"They have their reasons." Sandwiches shrugged, "But I figured, since you could have at least made a go at Nat or Wanda and if you wanted to be violent you would have been so by now." He continued to munch on his third sandwich. "Plus, I'm pretty sure you know it's not in your favor to kill the guy coming to give you food. I mean, you'd still get the sandwiches but you probably wouldn't be received as nicely as you have been so far."

The man, Sandwiches as he now would be known as, didn't seem like any of the superhumans on the Avengers' team and she couldn't place who this one was. She only knew of Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, and Wanda Maximoff as the new recruit. There were others as well but those were the ones she had read on. Sandwiches here didn't seem like he had any particular talent. Maybe he was the janitor or clean up crew after they did their dirty work. No. Men like that generally had a characteristic that this one didn't. He smelled of her home base, dirty clothes, and an unwashed body. So he'd been there in the attack. Evidently, he hadn't thought it necessary to bathe himself all that well either.

He began brushing the crumbs away from his hoodie, muttering barely understandable words through a sandwich, "I mean, your Steve and Nat's kid-" He started to cough on a piece of sandwich to stop himself as if that would undo what he said. Sandwiches was an interesting one. It'd be a shame if she had to kill him.

Hydra had lied. No surprise there. It was unlikely these people would lie about that sort of thing. Her being biologically related to them helped them in no way. If anything it would make it worse for them. What else would they discover? At least it was this first and not anything else.

"Mister Barton, the team asks that you come to the meeting room." An eerily human-like voice came through the speaker system.

"Why?" Barton, as his name was apparently, called out into the room.

There was a pause before an answer came. "To discuss topics of importance."

Sandwiches rolled his eyes as he brought himself up, grabbing another package. "Have at the rest, kid. Someone will be back to talk to you soon enough." The door slid open, revealing the man who had replaced the Witch earlier - Captain America was the moniker - waiting on the other side. The door slid closed and she was alone again.

Seven sandwiches left. To make them last? Or to satiate the constant hunger that never seemed to leave? The nutrition packs only did so much and three sandwiches were somewhat filling. Not nearly enough. They may take the food away. A little 'good cop' and 'bad cop' methods. Best to eat them now as there was nowhere to hide the food.

Clint lounged against the table as the team reamed him out for doing what he did. Finally, he gave a yawn, "Look, I didn't die and the kid needed food. So it's fine." He looked to Tony, "Did you get that information?"

Not one person had mentioned his slip up. He had been saying it around a sandwich so it was unlikely that they or the girl had heard. Maybe. Just maybe he'd get away with it.

"Yes, Legolas." Tony took a swig of some form of flammable liquid. "It's all ready to go. Just waiting for the surprise parents to go say something."

Steve shuffled a bit before looking at Natasha, "Ready when you are."

"Ready as I'll ever be. "