When meeting new, scary looking people, Hunter liked to go with the simple hello.

"Hello, mate," he said.

They nodded in return.

Bobbi and Mack remained silent. Hunter raised his eyebrow.

"This is the part of the conversation where you say hello," he said.

"Hi," said the first stranger. The second stranger nodded again.

"Okay now you say your name, for example, I'm Hunter. Nice to meet you."

The first stranger held out his hand. "I'm Sam, this is Rhodey. Do you know why we're here?"

"Your guess is as good as ours, actually it might be better, cause we are all out of guesses," Hunter said.

Bobbi stepped forward. "Bobbi Morse," she said, shaking their hands. "That's Mack." There was an awkward silence.

"So, what do you, like do for a living?" Hunter said, realizing he should probably get out more.

"We work with the Avengers," said stranger number two whose name was Rhodey.

"The Avengers?" Mack asked.

"We are former agents of S.H.I.E.L.D." Bobbi said.

"How did you get stuck here?" Sam asked.

"We were using an old base as a safe house. It got raided and we ended up here," Bobbi said.

"Were there needles?" Rhodey asked.

"Yeah," said Hunter. "Really annoying old people."

The black masked ninjas returned to the cell and pulled the prisoners out. They put bags on their heads and marched them far. They were shoved into a new bigger cell, hands still chained. The cell was much bigger, more like a cage with all four walls bars. They stayed there for a while until the ninjas came back with other figures. Natasha, Tony, Coulson, May, Fitz, and Jimmons were added to the cage.

"Is everyone okay?" Coulson asked, looking over his team.

"Aren't you dead?" Sam asked, squirting at Coulson.

"I was, it's a long story," Coulson said offhandedly.

"Yes, it's exhausting, heart wrenching, actually," Tony said. "We just had to listen to it, spare yourself."

Natasha just glared. "Wait until I tell Clint, then you'll really be dead," she said.

Hunter raised his hand. "Hate to break up the reunion, but I'd really like to get out of here."

"Okay, let's pool what we know," Coulson said.

"Both were attacked, alarms didn't go off, and sedated with needles. We all woke up in cages," Bobbi said.

"I got a meeting with the guy in charge." Everyone stared at May as she spoke.

"You're just mentioning this now?" Hunter asked incredulously.

"I didn't get his name," May continued. "But the general idea is, he wants to ruin the idea of superheroes. So the world doesn't want you anymore, and most likely they'll lock you up."

"That's not possible," Tony said. "No one can make me do anything."

"You can't pay off everyone, Tony," Natasha sighed.

"Of course I can," Tony scoffed. "That's why I'm rich, so I can do stuff like that."

"Why would he want that?" Rhodey asked.

"The same reason anyone does anything," Hunter said. "The pursuit of happiness, filling a void, maybe divorced parents, or the most popular, he's just a crazy person."

"I'm sorry, who are you again?" Sam asked.

"Let's start with getting out of this cage." Coulson said.

"I didn't hear anything you just said," Tony said. "But our first move should be to get out of this cage."

Coulson rolled his eyes and Natasha smirked, "I agree with Tony."

"Wonderful," said Coulson. "FitzSimmons, do you have anything?"

"From what we can tell, the metal has been enhanced to withstand substantial force," Fitz supplied.

"We can't break it, but there might be a chemical compound to break the bond on the metal, or perhaps a weak spot?" Simmons finished.

Just then the door opened and the black clad warriors entered, Asher Chase in front, Wanda and Vision in back. Vision was still contained in a gel matrix container. Wanda had a yellow metal necklace containing her powers.

Asher stepped forward, "How nice this is, all of you together."

"Who are you?" Natasha growled.

"My name is Asher Chase, I hope you've been comfortable."

"Yeah," Sam said. "The cells and handcuffs are really comfortable."

"Ahh, the brilliant brains of S.H.I.E.L.D.. Miss Simmons, Mr. Fitz, you'll go first." Asher turned away.

Fitz and Simmons were removed from the cell and Wanda was pushed inside. Vision's container was left outside. FitzSimmons were marched away. The guards marched them into an interrogation room. Fitz was pushed into a chair, his arms tied to the sides. A guard

held a gun to Simmons' head and another guard stood armed by the door.

Asher sat down across from Fitz, being sure to give him a full view of Simmons. Fitz watched her nervously.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"I want you to tell me everything about S.H.I.E.L.D. not just the good, everything, every detail, every emotion, every hard decision, you made or knew about. Or heard about," Asher said.

"Why would I tell you anything?" Fitz asked, his voice low.

"Because the longer you take the more tired my guard gets, and when he's tired he's got less control over that trigger finger." Fitz looked at Simmons and the guard pointing a gun at her head.

"I like S.H.I.E.L.D." he said. "I don't have anything bad to say about it, except one time May put shaving cream on my hand while I was asleep, and it got smeared all over my face."

"I understand you were injured during your time as an agent."

"That was Ward, he was Hydra, he wasn't S.H.I.E.L.D." Fitz told him.

"I understand Jemma was stuck on a different planet. Tell me how that was handled."

"We got her back, obviously."

"Did S.H.I.E.L.D. encourage the rescue?"

"We all wanted her back,"

"You're not being helpful."

"I am S.H.I.E.L.D., I'm a part of their plans and their missions, and yes sometimes they don't go the way we plan, but we work to make sure that doesn't happen again. Because no matter what we only want what's best for the greater good." Fitz took a breath, surprised by his sudden outburst.

"Loyal, I like that. Tell me about the time Jemma jumped out of a plane."

"It was stupid, no one knew she was going to jump. We were trying to find a cure."

"You were damaged after your seaward tumble, how did the team treat you?"

"It was an adjustment, but everyone only wants what's best."

"Tell me the truth! Did you see Ward again?" Asher was angry, but this was just the beginning, he knew the others had stories that would be more useful to him. "Where is he now? Did S.H.I.E.L.D. take him out? Or perhaps let him go?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D. can handle it." Fitz said.

Asher looked up at his guard. The gun went off, and Simmons cried out in pain, as the bullet pierced her calf. Fitz wildly thrashed against his bindings. Asher leaned toward Fitz. "Are you ready to talk now?"