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After Carson screamed for a good five minutes, I knew he understood how far I was willing to go.

"Well, it's a good thing I pulled out that fake tooth before I knocked you out yesterday. Wouldn't want you biting on cyanide now would we? That's a little old school for you guys." I chuckled, Wanda watched me from the other side of the glass. I told her it wasn't something she needed to see, but she was curious.

"You're not going to live this one down, Siren. Even if you leave me alive, I've got friends in high places. We will come after you and your brats."

My face remained calm as I wondered how they knew of the twins, and I dug the bamboo spikes deeper under his fingernails.

"Well, like I told my young operative that picked you up, the Geneva Convention doesn't apply to Hydra."

"You are no worse than Ward."

"Here's the problem with that statement. Grant Ward was a backstabbing double agent that turned out to be a psychopath with a slight case of dissociative identity disorder. I, on the other hand, am a wife, a mother, and a very pissed off granddaughter. There's a big difference to being a terrorist, than to being human."

"Now, I have two choices for you. You can either give me the information I require or I will take it by force. Believe me, I would choose the first option."

"Go to hell." He groaned.

"Bad choice my friend." I chuckled, standing in front of him and rubbing my emerald. Looking into his eyes, I asked him, "Whose is head of Hydra?"

"Disbanded. Each leader is…" He groaned out in pain as I concentrated on his pain receptors.

"I know your lying to me. I can smell the deceit rolling off of you."

"No set head," he panted as I lessened the pain slightly.

"How many leaders?" I asked, pushing at the receptors in his hands. His pitiful whimpers showed me how close he was to breaking.

"Two," He spat.

"Names?" I asked sweetly.

"Mitchell Carson, and…Gideon Malick." He said, body sagging in defeat.

"Advisor to the President's staff, Gideon Malick?"

"Yes."

"Did you order the Winter Soldier to kill Howard and Maria Stark?" I questioned clearly.

"Yes," He yelled.

"Why did you order that hit?"

"He learned too much. He caught several lies we fed him and dug up Hydra intel. We put him down to keep up our cover. We hadn't discovered how to…"

"How. To. What?" I growled out.

"How to bring someone back from the other side of the Monolith."

"Where does it go?" I said, realizing he meant it was a portal.

"We are not sure."

"How long has Hydra known about the Monolith?"

"Give or take 1000 years." He said, robotically. I was breaking him, and I just about celebrated my victory before I clued in.

"How long has Hyrda been alive?"

"Give or take 1000 years." His words made me sit back in my seat, and take about 30 seconds to process this new information.

"Who are they trying to bring back?"

"The first Inhuman. We are his servants."

"Well, it's a good thing we've destroyed it." I said, probing his mind.

"If the larger Monolith is destroyed, the Von Strucker family vaults have the remaining pieces."

"Pieces?"

"Several smaller pieces were cut from the original stone. Large rectangular holes covered the rock. No matter the size, it creates a portal to another world. We've sent a sacrifice in every 10 years, until we could figure out how to keep it open, to bring him back."

"And why steal the Pym particle?"

"Even if we bring him over, we still need to help him defeat the earth. The Avengers, SHIELD, mutants, and enhanced are all over the world. It would level the playing field to take them out first."

"Didn't count on me, did you?"

"No. You were an unforeseen complication."

"No longer a complication," I said, rising to my feet and standing behind him.

"You see, while part of this session was a bit graphic, I've had my partner record all of this confession. It's going to help serve as evidence for your trial. While I cannot be judge jury and executioner, I can however be your prosecutor. You along with Malick."

"Wait, he'll kill me." Carson said terrified.

"He can try. No I'm sure they will put you onto death row for this. A few weeks in jail, a psych evaluation to ensure you're not a raving lunatic and then straight to the electric chair. I'm sure that most of Hydra was in the dark about their real mission, just the front you gave to get your dirty work done."

"I want a deal."

"Like another Hydra moron said, "We don't negotiate with terrorists."" I said, putting the gag back in his mouth, ripping out the bamboo slivers, tying the blindfold again as he thrashed, and shoving the headphones on his head.

Walking out, I grabbed the closest thing that resembled a towel and wiped my face free of any blood.

"That was… intense."

"It's not something I wanted you to see. It's not a side of myself I like." I sighed, leaning over a water fountain in the hallway.

"Is that who you were before?" She said, studying me.

"Who I was before…. She's not exactly a nice person." I sighed.

8 years earlier

I felt the blow to my cheek, and I smirked. It didn't hurt as much as the broken rib I now had. Getting to my feet, I swung my leg up and kicked his face so hard; he fell to the ground unconscious.

"It's a KO! The lovely and deadly, Sera, undefeated once again." The referee said before going to check on the other guy. I stepped out of the makeshift arena, trying not to wince.

"Your winnings are in your bag." My guy Kyle said to me. He wasn't quite a manager, but you can't have anything official in an underground fight club.

"Is there a reason you are quitting?" He asked.

"My mom needs me, and I need to finish my schooling. This was enough to pay the bills until I'm out of school. I don't need this anymore." I said, as he followed me.

"I'm just saying you could make more in real fights."

"Not interested Kyle. Thanks for sticking with me," I said, shaking his hand.

"Go knock em dead out there, hey?" He chuckled. After showering and changing, I made my way to the library. My mom wasn't doing too hot today, but she didn't want to see me.

I just kept diving straight into my love of history. There was a story about Midnight Oil I had uncovered that was used in WWII on Russian soldiers. I was determined to find everything I could on the subject, but I kept finding redacted government files. I was going to dig a little deeper, hacking if needed because it was just too tempting.

"Miss Kalashnikov, you are looking for trouble." A tall man in a black trench coat and eye patch said, standing in my path.

"Yeah I know, underground fight club? Bad. I'm out anyways." I joked, not showing him fear. I had no idea who he was, and I wanted to figure out how he knew my name.

"You've got a fighters spirit. That's good." Another man said, coming to stand beside him. He wore a suit with a plain black tie, carrying a folder.

"Well, we've established that you know me. Can I know your names?" I smirked.

"This is Agent Coulson. And I am Director Fury of the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division."

"Yikes. Do you have a card so I can keep that straight?" I jested as I continued to walk around them.

"You are set to graduate top of your class in four very specific majors. Doctorate in Psychology, your degree in Law, Masters in Mechanical Engineering and your MBA/MS." This Agent Coulson said.

"I couldn't decide." I deadpanned.

"Unless you're searching for something in particular." Director Fury said.

"I was gonna become a doctor, but by the time I did, my mother would be dead. At least with these, I can make something of myself when she's gone." I said, as I readjusted my duffle bag.

"How about a job? One where you get training, the latest in tech, and the chance to be apart of something bigger." The Director asked.

"Bigger than what?" I said, taking his bait.

"Bigger than what you know of this world."

"Do I still get to knock a few heads?" I challenged.

"Plenty. You'd be trained in more martial arts than you'll know what to do with, weapons training, interrogations and the opportunity for advancement in our Engineering department. Designing tech toys for our agents in the field."

"Sounds like fun. And a lot like the FBI, CIA, MIB," I smirked.

"Closer to Men in Black than CIA these days." The Director chuckled, "We protect the world from a much weirder one. Agent Coulson would be your Supervising Officer once you got out. And I have a very specific job in mind once you've graduated."

"Technically I could graduate any day. I just wanted school and this fight club as an escape." I sighed.

"How about you do just that, and we can get you set up with basic training?" He suggested firmly.

"Okay. And I get answers to my questions? Midnight Oil, what really happened between 1942 and now?"

"All of that and more, once we've determined you've earned it."

"I'll do more than earn it." I said, as he held out his hand, to which I took his saying, "I'd be anything you need."

"I was hoping you'd say that." The Director smirked.

"Two days after that, my mom died. I jumped into basic training after her funeral. I kept my head down, worked my ass off. People called me a Specialist, but I wasn't too sure of what it was until they had me start on interrogations. I had been developing my own method, close to the one used on my grandfather by Dr. Fenhoff. It worked, until I discovered who I was, who my father was."

"And then you pulled back?"

"Not exactly."

"Agent Nash, pull back." Coulson screamed in my ear. I had been angry. Angrier than I had ever been in my life, after learning who my father was, and everything about both sides of my family. I didn't know who I was anymore.

"He's going to confess, I can feel it."

"You're breaking him. You and I both know that his mind will snap and we will lose our entire trail."

"I can get it."

"Siren, stop!"

"Don't call me that. I don't…" I paused, finally realizing I was becoming my worst nightmare. I didn't want to be the one that pulled men to their breaking point and destroyed who they were. I was the siren of mythology, luring men to their deaths.

"What's wrong?" Phil asked, noticing I had not moved since my revelation.

"I broke him." I said, noticing the blank look in the man's face.

"No, you did just what I knew you could." Fury's voice came through my comm.

"Now, ask what we need to know," He ordered. Putting my pendant between my fingers once more, I continued the interrogation.

"It wasn't their intention to use me like that. But I knew then I had to take a different approach. Until today."

"You see Wanda, while my father created weapons that hurt people, I made myself into one on purpose. I am the monster of the family." I said as I heard two sets of footsteps coming down the hallway.

"Thank you Sera. Now we can get to the root of Hydra and kill it once an for all." Coulson said, as May stood beside him.

"Now, I believe I can go home to my husbands and little ones." I smiled through my pain. My head was pounding from that session, as it hadn't been that intense in years.

"Thank your husbands for letting you assist Dr. Pym and Mr. Lang."

"I will, but I imagine they aren't going to be happy when this comes out."

"Tough cookies, we needed this." May said, quirking an eyebrow.

"Tell that to them." I chuckled. We said our goodbyes and I ducked back into the room to land on good punch on Carson before he went away.

"Please tell me we aren't heading back right away." I said to Trip.

"Nope. I know you girl. You want to check in with your Pops."

"Damn straight." I laughed as we all got settled in. I let Daisy take the co-pilots seat and stayed in the back with Wanda.

"You're not a monster for trying to protect your family." Wanda said after we had taken off.

"No, I'm a monster for what it took to find my family. All the good I did in SHIELD does not outweigh the bad I did in their name. I lied, killed, tricked, manipulated and tortured, all because I thought the organization I thought was good had the right reasons. They turned out to be Hydra. I did that work for Hydra and much as I did SHIELD. No matter what, they were still my employer at the end of the day."

"But this, helping people, being an Avenger, that is your job now." She said, taking my hand.

"Yes, it's my life. I would never give this up, unless Steve and Bucky walked away from it."

"Why did you come here though?"

"Because no matter how much I love my Dad and love Steve, Bucky, my children or my job, a friend needed me. A friend I like to think of being my foster Dad. He took me under his wing even when I had no idea what SHIELD even was or that I was a Stark. He said he saw something in me that was greater than what I though of myself. It's what I saw in you and your brother."

"That is why you asked us to stay."

"Wanda, you and I both know, that is not the reason I asked you guys to stay with us. You are part of our team, part of our family now. I look at you and Pietro, and see the siblings I could have had if my Dad had gone after my Mom. You, Maria, Natasha, Daisy, Jemma, Darcy, Jane, Laura, Hope and Bobby; you are all my sisters. I know in my heart of hearts that I would step in front of a bullet for any one of you. Same goes for my brothers."

"I haven't had a family in a long time," Wanda said, voice trembling with emotion.

"You and your brother know you're not ever gonna get rid of us. We are your family. You are my sister, and I know you are going to bring out the best side of me." I said, pulling her in for a hug. She clung to me crying, while I did so silently.

"I should be comforting you," She teased, as we realized how backwards this was.

"I don't need comfort. I need justice. The right kind," I winked at Daisy. She had been against me killing him; I didn't need to use my powers to tell that. But she understood why. Whitehall killed her mother, only for her father to go crazy, and then put her mother together again. And then her mother tried to kill her. She and I could both agree, tragic backstories were the key to any superhero or anyone having powers.


A/N: One more for tonight :)