A/N: I'm back with a fresh new chapter. Ok so quick warning, lot's of dialogue in this one but trust me it's worth it because you get some extra info on everyone's favourite psychopath, Phoenix. Plus you won't want to miss this ending. Read, review and enjoy as always you awesome readers.

"I'm going to ask you one more time," Natasha faced her across the table. "Where is Doctor Blake?"

Phoenix sat stoic in her seat with her gaze fixated on Natasha. She'd been amusing herself for the past half hour by copying her exact movements down to the second. Every time Natasha blinked, sighed, shifted in her seat or pushed hair out of her face, Phoenix would be doing the same thing.

Clint watched from the other side of the two way mirror as the girls simultaneously blinked and folded their arms. It was almost like they were tuned to the same mindset. Natasha kept her cool for which Clint was amazed and proud of her for. Any other agent would've cracked within the first five minutes.

"How are they doing in there?" Director Fury practically appeared out of nowhere and stood next to Clint.

"The kid won't budge, she's making a game out of copying Agent Romanoff and she won't answer any questions," Clint informed him. "Agent Romanoff is keeping her cool and not acknowledging the copycat gestures. I think they're good for now sir."

"Hmm," the Director mused over the situation and watched Phoenix cross her legs exactly in time with Agent Romanoff. "Why aren't you in there?"

"Agent Romanoff wanted to interrogate the prisoner by herself first, but if she needs assistance I'm ready," Clint answered automatically.

"Carry on," he nodded and exited the room just as swiftly as he'd entered.

Clint went back to observing Natasha's attempts at interrogation. Phoenix obviously knew what to do in situations like this and barely ever opened her mouth, only ever to mime Natasha's facial expressions. Not a word passed across her lips which Clint thought was odd because according to Natasha, yesterday she had been more than glad to chat with them.

"Whatever it is that Doctor Blake's planning he won't get away with it," Natasha attempted a different approach and Clint picked up what she was doing practically straight away. She was playing a risky game if she was going to do what he thought she was going to do.

Phoenix glanced up and finally stopped her copycat act. It was clear that she was finally taking note of Natasha's words. So Natasha continued, seeing a prime opportunity. "If Doctor Blake is all that you put him up to be then why did we manage to capture him in the first place? If he thinks he will be able to outsmart us he's wrong."

Phoenix threw back her head and laughed. "You really think that SHIELD will be able to win against us. The only real competition you've ever had is a maniac who just happened to have an army of easily killable alien soldiers at his disposal. We are better in every possible way."

"Care to elaborate on that?"

"Clearly you seem to have forgotten that we have abilities that far trump the skills of anyone in your little band of superheroes," Phoenix scoffed and leaned bag in her chair smugly. "Our abilities are natural, in fact the only one of you with any form of superpower would be the Hulk but he was a lab accident gone wrong anyway. Captain America is a great man but even his skills are hatched from a test tube."

Natasha narrowed her eyes. "Do you think that you were born like this Phoenix?" This raised many more questions about Phoenix. It made her wonder what else Doctor Blake was hiding. "I've read his files, he calls you Test Subject 7. If anything you're the one with abilities hatched out of a test tube. Doctor Blake is lying to you."

Phoenix's reaction was instantaneous and unexpected. Phoenix stood up and slammed her handcuffed wrists onto the table angrily. She leaned forward and stared Natasha down, never breaking contact from her eyes. Clint shifted but remained where he stood.

"You're the liars!" she practically screeched. "All of you! My Master would never lie to me. SHIELD is poison, nothing but a disease. My Master saved me. He took me in and taught me everything about your sick ways. Mark, Josh, Bella, Sam, Heather, it's the same with them. My Master found them and he watched over them until the time would come for them to help heal our broken world. A world that you and your precious SHIELD crushed into dust."

She furiously banged on the table as best as she could without separating her hands too much due to the metal that held her wrists together. Slowly she sat back down in her seat, never breaking eye contact with Natasha, who remained stoic through Phoenix's raging. When she finally sat in the chair, she broke contact with Natasha and looked down. "You will all burn," she muttered before falling silent once again.

Natasha signalled to Clint that she was coming out of the interrogation room and proceeded to do so after one last look down at Phoenix who was still staring wordlessly at the ground. Clint knew that Natasha had taken Phoenix's reaction as calmly as possible but even she would have to be a little shaken up by it. He certainly was.

How dare she.

How dare she even suggest such a thing. Natasha Romanoff had no right to say anything about the Doctor. It was making its way the past the point of pure irritation. Everywhere Phoenix went there would always be the Black Widow. Every interrogation, she was there, asking questions and analysing her.

Phoenix didn't look up, but she heard soft footfalls and the noise of a door opening and closing. Finally she had left the room, leaving Phoenix to sit alone. Although she could no longer be seen or heard Phoenix still sensed Natasha's presence lurking around in the adjoining room.

This was fun. Playing with their minds and making them fear her. She already knew that The Black Widow was shaken up, even if she didn't show it. For someone who was supposed to be the world's best assassin she really was showing too much sympathy. Phoenix was almost eager to find out why and uncover the mystery.

She had no idea why, but there was a clock on the opposite way above the two way mirror. Maybe it was there to let prisoners know how long they'd been in there. Phoenix smiled at the position of the hands. Almost time.

She still had time left to have a little more fun.

"I've gotta try another angle," Natasha grabbed the files off Clint and was about to go back in when she saw Phoenix through the two way mirror.

She sat there emotionless with her eyes closed. It was odd how still and quiet this girl could be, especially after Natasha had seen the footage that morning of her slaughtering an entire hallway of Agents and then walking over their dead bodies and painting red onto the walls. The remanets of what she'd done in one of the labs was even worse.

"I don't even know if I'm doing the right thing here," Natasha sighed.

"Just keep doing what you're doing Nat," Clint stood next to her. "I trust you, and I know that if anyone can do this, it's you."

Natasha fought back a smile as her heart fluttered in her chest, demanding that she get closer to Clint. She ignored it and faced the scene in front of her. This was getting to be nearly intolerable. After last night with Pepper things had gotten worse, her head was now a recreation of World War 1 with severe battles happening daily. She knew for a fact that it wasn't World War 2 because Steve wasn't in her head throwing a shield around.

"Wish me luck," she clutched the file and walked into the room, refusing to show any signs of emotional compromise. Phoenix remained in the same positions and didn't even acknowledge Natasha's entry. "Hello again."

Still no reaction as Natasha sat across from Phoenix and dropping the file onto the table in front of her. "Do you know what this is?" Natasha tapped the file, directing her question at the stoic girl in front of her. Phoenix rolled her head up and looked at Natasha.

The reaction was only a short lived triumph but it was still progress. So Natasha continued, gouging more from Phoenix who seemed intent on only ever speaking when she felt like it. "This is a collection of autopsy reports and pictures of people that are deceased. Their deaths all have one similarity."

Phoenix tiled her head to the side and the lines around her mouth wrinkled as she smiled in amusement. Clearly the whole thing was a joke to her but Natasha was focused on changing that. She pulled a photograph from the folder and placed it in front of Phoenix. "This is Sam Baldwin," Natasha pointed to the picture of a man in his 30s with dark hair and a generic look. Phoenix looked up at Natasha, bored and demanding answers silently. "He was at Navy Pier with his wife inside one of the buildings, when a flaming Ferris Wheel collapsed on top of him and crushed him to death."

Phoenix looked from the photo of the man up to Natasha again. She shrugged, proving her point that she didn't care. So Natasha tried another person. Someone she knew that Phoenix would react to. Whether it would be a positive or a negative action was still to be decided.

"This is Alexandra Jones," Natasha put another picture in front of Phoenix and her reaction was instantaneous. Phoenix sat up and put a hand on the photo, looking at the picture of the five year old girl with long blonde hair and green eyes. Phoenix actually picked up the picture and held in front of her face, she lowered her hand but still get a grip on the photograph. She then closed her eyes for a second and then whispered something under her breath.

"How did she die?" Phoenix asked, opening her eyes.

"She was on the Ferris Wheel and drowned when she fell into the water," Natasha told her. "Do you feel shame now? Do you feel regret?"

"Sadness yes, but not shame or regret," Phoenix answered. "I truly am I sorry that she died, but at the same time I am glad she got to leave this world before she was brainwashed into society and lost her innocence. She died in honour Agent Romanoff and I hope she received an equally honourable farewell."

Natasha thought she had been confused enough with the way Phoenix acted, but this more or less blew things out of the water. To think that her views on honour and respect were this twisted by Doctor Blake. Natasha was beyond furious, not only was she going to save Phoenix, but now she was just as determined to make Doctor Blake pay for what he'd done.

"Can I keep this?" the question from Phoenix came as such a surprise that Natasha answered yes automatically. Phoenix did not smile as she awkwardly folded the picture with her handcuffed wrists and then slipped it into her pocket.

"What do you believe Phoenix?" Natasha was curious and couldn't help herself from asking the question. "Have you got any independent ideals, or do you just follow everything Doctor Blake says?"

"Christianity," Phoenix answered simply as she looked up at her with a smirk and leaned back in her seat. "You thought I was a Satanist?" she joked. "Not surprising."

"What exactly is your view on Christianity?" this was surreal. Natasha knew what Christianity was, and Phoenix certainly was not following those beliefs. Though as Phoenix talked, she spoke casually, like she was addressing basic conversation. It was a faint glimmer of hope that all wasn't lost for Phoenix. Somewhere inside of her there was a small shred of normality, and Natasha was determined to bring it to the surface.

"God is my Teacher but the Doctor is my Master," Phoenix answered. "It's more or less a motto as you would say."

"Unusually simple for someone so complicated," Natasha leaned forward.

"I don't see what's so complicated," Phoenix shrugged. "I have my beliefs and I fight for them. It makes me no different from any of you, except I'm fighting on the other side of the line. I have my orders and I follow them. It's not hard to understand at all."

"So does that make you a soldier now?"

"I guess you could say that."

Natasha noted how Phoenix was relaxed with her words, meaning that what she was saying wasn't rehearsed for once. It was a good sign but Natasha wasn't ready to get too cocky. This was not going to be over until Phoenix was saved. She almost missed the exchange of Phoenix glancing at the clock on the wall behind her quickly.

Natasha tensed. There was only one explanation as to why Phoenix would do that. She was waiting for something, and whatever she was waiting for would occur at a specific time. There was no way that whatever Phoenix had planned was going to be good. She felt stupid for having thought that Phoenix could be helped that easily.

Natasha kept it to herself, not wanting to let Phoenix know that she suspected. She decided to carefully monitor Phoenix and observe and mentally record whenever she looked at the clock.

"So I assume that the other teenagers helped you free Doctor Blake?" It was time for a change in subject. Phoenix didn't take it well thought.

"What's it to you? You've already dragged one of us over to your side haven't you?" Phoenix demanded defensively. "I know that you're working with Heather."

"Heather came and talked to us once and then told us that she didn't want to be dragged back into this freak show ever again," Natasha answered coolly. "She doesn't seem to be on anybody's side.

Phoenix scoffed angrily, folding her arms. "Heather is a coward and a traitor. She betrayed us, so she is nothing to me."

"What about the other four?" Natasha wanted answers to her original question and she refused to let Phoenix keep sidestepping.

"They are still cowards but at least they do what they're told," Phoenix answered dryly, then looked at Natasha closer and leaned forward with a smirk. "I bet you want to know what they can do so you can catalogue them in your little SHIELD database. Well I'm not going to tell you."

Yet again Phoenix glanced up at the clock, barely missing it, Natasha reacted by sitting up straighter in her seat and putting a hand to her gun. But she still kept her reaction hidden.

"We already know that you are pyrokinetic and that Heather can move things with her mind and can identify what people are thinking," Natasha answered. "I have no idea what it is that the other four have but I'm going to guess that they have equally powerful abilities. Actually," Natasha stopped and pulled out another file from within the file she was showing Phoenix earlier. "We do have a vague idea of what their powers are. Seeing as we caught them on camera when they broke in the other night."

"The girl Bella, she was creating a black mist in the foyer that our Agents found very hard to see through. Kind of obvious that one. For Josh, that took more deciphering, but we figured it out after we caught him on infra red. Invisibility huh? Impressive. Your buddy Sam, still not quite sure what he's got but we assume it has something to do we electricity seeing as how the licks flicked on and off in every corridor he was in and we couldn't find any hints of physical sabotage in our security systems. This indicates that he switched them off remotely. Mark was also kind of obvious as well. I'm assuming super speed is how you and he were able to escape Navy Pier so quickly,"

Natasha finished throwing photos in front of Phoenix that shoved clear evidence of the four teenagers demonstrating their powers. Phoenix looked pissed off for only a second and then looked back up at Natasha. Her face was blank. "You would've found out sooner or later," her voice pitch dropped to a monotone sounding sound, with no emotion behind it.

Phoenix glanced up at the clock again but this time she didn't look back quickly to avoid detection. Instead, her gaze fixated on the clock and she smirked. Natasha drew her gun and held it out in front of her, aiming it directly at Phoenix and standing up to prepare for an attack.

Phoenix jumped to her feet as well, mirroring Natasha reaction. The door was kicked open with a flash and Clint came barging in with his bow and arrow at the ready. "Make your move," he threatened. "You're handcuffed, so good luck setting anything on fire."

Phoenix bit her bottom lip as she smirked and slowly swivelled her head around to face Natasha. "Do you remember when we first met Agent Romanoff?" Phoenix asked in an eerie voice. "When I set that room on fire. Remember that?"

Natasha still held her gun at the ready but refused to say anything. Whatever she was saying was just another odd speech in her games. But even so, Natasha still thought back to the first time she saw Phoenix. It seemed so long ago that she thought that Phoenix was just a scared girl.

"Remember how I defeated you without moving a finger," the words struck in Natasha's head like a gong as everything that happened next went like a blur.

She felt the heat of the fire before she saw it and rolled across the small floor of the interrogation room to avoid it. A familiar stringing sound came from her right above her head and she recognised the sound as Clint firing arrows. Phoenix easily dodged the arrows and, with her hands still handcuffed, she kicked Clint backwards with such a force that he fell back through the door.

Natasha was running before she could even think about what her next move was. Within seconds she and Phoenix were face to face and Natasha managed to punch her in the face before Phoenix could react properly. She had a slower reaction time which Natasha could use to her advantage.

Phoenix didn't seem to even feel the punch and with blood dripping from her nose, Phoenix grabbed Natasha with two handcuffed wrists and tossed her across the room. A feat Natasha new was impossible for any ordinary teenager. It was the one thing Natasha hadn't been expecting, Phoenix's abnormal strength.

Thankfully she landed near her gun and picked it up, firing a bullet at Phoenix. It was a perfect shot and would've hit Phoenix's right leg if the girl hadn't used a chair as a shield. She wasn't surprised really when her gun caught alight and she had to drop it to the ground to stop her hand from burning.

Weaponless, and backed into a corner, Natasha and Phoenix stared at each other for a second. Clint regained consciousness just in time to see Phoenix summon a wall of fire that surrounded her in a circle of flames. Then the fire gathered itself up into a sphere that hovered in front of Phoenix for a second before it shot forward.

The fiery sphere collided with Natasha in an explosion of raw heat and she vanished into the clutches of the violent flame.