Cassian and Jyn exchanged a glance, both of them were not sure what to make of the interview. They could acknowledge that it would probably have been illuminating if not useful to Dacia, but at the moment they weren't sure how what they could only describe as a massive waste of time, could be in any form useful. Looking at one another and shrugging, they had both realised a long time ago that Dacia could be a lot smarter than them. At least when it came to things like strategy, or reading between the lines, something which Cassian for one had had some experience with doing, but he wasn't as patient as their Jedi friend to continue doing it. Not to such a degree that he felt that he could rely upon to a similar degree as Dacia.
It would no doubt take them a long time to struggle through some of the things that she normally found so easy to deal with, or at least practised the art of making if look easy. Dacia was flicking through some of the screens on the monitor, with what looked like a semi-permanent frown on her face. Glancing at each other in consternation, they wondered how long this discussion would take. Cassian darted around the far end of the nodule, and when he turned around to face them. Folding his arms across his chest, as he tried to work out how he wanted this discussion to take place.
"So, what is the verdict you have of that interview Dacia?" Cassian asked, tightly.
"It seems as if we aren't going to be able to get much sense out of the man, at least that was what I thought." Dacia started, leaning back, chewing her lips.
"So, it seems as if the man wasn't able to give us much more to go on, but there has to be something baked into that useless waffle? I was too busy in there, watching the man's reactions, asking him the questions, but did you hear anything in there Cassian?" Jyn asked the man.
"No, I didn't think so, not at first, but then I was doing the same thing as you. I was watching the man's reactions. What struck me, was that he seemed to genuinely believe what he was saying in there. That's what troubles me; he seems as if he was genuinely confused. If what he was saying is right, I don't think much of Designation (Former): Captain America's leadership skills. He seems to think a lot of withholding potentially vital information. On the one hand, I can understand this on Designation (Former): Captain America's inclination, he didn't expect for anyone to be more useful to him, but talk about cold on the part of the man." Cassian mused, sharing his thoughts, with the two what he had managed to glean from the interview he had just stood threateningly in.
"Interesting, we can't both agree on what may or may not have happened, but the one thing we can agree on is that is pretty unlikely that the guy knows anything. Eugh, this is such a mess, I've got to tell you, I don't trust that this guy knew enough to make it worth our while. Cassian do you have anymore more ideas on how we can go about this next part? Anything that you can think of that we may have overlooked Jyn? Now don't be shy, it's an all hands on deck type situation, we have on our hands here!" Dacia goaded her two friends into speaking.
"No, but if we interview Designation: Hawkeye, it's possible that he might know more about this problem. Or at the very least he might know more about what was diving Designation (Former): Captain America's intentions. At one stage he might have been part of the guy's inner circle. It's a bit of a long shot, but we might be able to find something else if we simply find the right questions to ask." Jyn told the two thoughtfully.
"You're right, at one stage he might have been part of Designation (Former): Captain America inner circle. They did after all have the same former employer, do you think he might have had some inclination on what the guy was thinking or on what his end goals were." Dacia allowed the man, nodding her head in answer.
"Okay, well at one point they shared the same employer, can we point out any instances where the two of them may have shared missions separate from the Avengers? Don't forget that the guy stepped back from the Avengers after the Sokovia mess, so anything he could give us might (and probably) is outdated." Cassian pointed out, not willing to want for the girls to begin building their hopes up to something, that may simply be a longshot.
"At this point, it's the only chance we've got. Jyn have you gotten any further in scrubbing that video? The first one I mean?" Dacia sighed.
"Yes, I have, but as per always, there are plusses and minuses to the whole thing. We can't be sure whether or not Designation (Former): Captain America shared that intel with anyone else. Until we can interview Designation: Falcon, we won't know if he ever shared with him. When will we be interviewing him again?" Jyn angrily summarised for the other two.
"We still have a few more to do before we get to him. I figured that I could set up in order of the people who may or may not have been taken into the man's inner circle. Though, I imagine that it will be fairly unlikely that we can get any answers until we can question the man himself." Dacia told the man, having glanced down at her notes.
"It is still up in the air, as to whether or not we can trust anything that the man gives us. You've been how compartmentalised the man seems to operate; everything is kept on a strictly need to know basis. And right now, it doesn't seem as if we need to know." Jyn sighed, still not sure how she should go about the next few days.
Saw Guerra hadn't spared much time ensuring that the woman knew proper interrogation methods. Or at least the ones that he had thought to impart, where either outright illegal or very unethical, with the highly suspect operating procedure. Jyn was aware that Cassian seemed to have it in his head that Jyn was a frightened lamb, and who was she to show his beliefs to be false. Cassian might have worked within the Resistance, but he wasn't completely familiar with some of the underhanded methods that Jyn reckoned worked quite well for her.
Jyn didn't like having to tap into those lessons, not while she had any other option, another choice, because if there was one thing that she was sure off, it was that there was usually a choice. At least that was what Dacia was fond of protesting, was that there was always a choice. Jyn wasn't sure if she had ever been able to say that there would always be a choice, she tended to walk on a bit of a darker path in life too often for her to be comfortable pretending that everything was black and white. It might be a depressing thing for her to admit that was comfortable walking in shades of grey. She felt that Cassian was more likely to understand this unique facet of her personality. She wasn't comfortable getting into it with the man; she wasn't sure how easy it would be for her to tell the man some of what she was already working with. Her demons were her own; they weren't the man's, nobody else could deal with them but her.
"Do you think there will chance that we manage to apprehend Designation: Black Widow anytime, she would probably know more about what was going through the man's head. At least, if she is as good at her job as she likes to think, somehow I don't think she's that good." Cassian started in frustration.
"How do you mean Cassian?" Dacia asked prodding the man for further answered.
"Well, from reading some of the, for want of a better term, the lore surrounding the infamous Black Widow spies, we know that they were exceptionally good at their jobs and feared by adversaries. What if Romanova spent too much believing in her hype to realise that a muscle that isn't used, or challenged it can atrophy. My analogy got away from me a bit there, sorry about that. But I'd need to look more at how Romanova came onto S.H.I.E. ' radar, though dollars to doughnuts I'm going to guess that there might have been something more going on beneath the surface. We've read portions from her observation of Dr Stark, back where they first met, the results of that analysis were seriously flawed."
"Okay, well we can work with this right? Jyn are you closer to pulling the noose around Designation: Black Widow's hiding place?" Dacia asked, turning to face Jyn.
"Not a lot of luck so far, I have managed to drop some listening programs on various spy agencies across the world. I have managed to get into contact with some European Agencies, which should tell you that some suspicions are that the woman could be found in Europe. Though I would like the caution you that I can't say with any degree of certainty where the woman is. I have been working with them to find her, which I can say with utmost certainty that we will find her. I don't give up easily." Jyn told the two with a funny look on her face.
"Oh dear, this has become personal to you hasn't?" Cassian laughed.
"Afraid so. You know as well as I do that quitting isn't in my repertoire, at least not while Saw was around to oversee me growing up. I mean for pities sake if I was able to just throw in the towel from time to time, I very likely wouldn't have made it this far." Jyn joked back, with a thunderous look on her face.
"No, no, that's fine, but for now I think we need to be aware that we will still have a lot of work to do. For now, though, we need to get on with the rest of the interviews. Who is taking Designation: Hawkeye?" Cassian laughed, his mood turning quickly serious as he turned to face Dacia.
"Well, I've met him before as Darcy, and perhaps for myself, I want to know whether or not he remembers me." Dacia frowned.
"You know that's it's fairly unlikely that he remember you? He might just remember who his targets were, if you kept yourself to the sidelines as much as you've told us, he might not have spared you much of a second glance." Cassian gently reminded the woman.
"Call it professional curiosity, if you will, but I want to know if someone suspected me of being capable of more than I let on! We might have received information from Hill that they didn't suspect me, something which pleases me, but at the same time disappoints me. I'm left to believe that it was no wonder that HYDRA had a foothold in S.H.I.E.L.D if they didn't recognise when the wool was being pulled over their eyes!" Dacia protested.
"Very well, but don't forget that you are very good at what you do. We all worked together to make that identity watertight; they probably didn't notice. Do you want one of us in as security?" Cassian tried to reign in a rising temper.
"Yeah, it might hurt my deep in my feminist soul, but Cassian would you mind standing at the back, to at least provide the illusion of tightened security. While I could probably take him down if I needed to, I don't want to overplay our hand. They might be on this spaceship, but for at least now, they will have no idea who we are and why we have them." Dacia sighed, fidgeting with her hands as she spoke.
"Sure, will we go now?" Cassian nodded his head in assent.
"Certainly, I've got a feeling that this may take us longer than the Designation: Ant-Man interview, after you!" Dacia started for the exit to the room.
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Both Cassian and Dacia were quiet as they made their way through the corridors of the spaceship, both were lost in their thoughts as they wrestled with getting their thoughts together on which questions they wanted to ask. Neither of them was concerned that the man would be able to hide anything, they both knew how to ask the right questions and trip the man up, to the point where they would only need to worry about the man wasting their time. Dacia for one was aware that it would be all too easy for her to torture the man, but she didn't think that she would get particularly trustworthy answers from the man. Glancing briefly at Cassian, she felt a sudden surge of relief flowing through her, knowing that the man would at least have her back and would be able to spot anything that Dacia had missed.
"You ready for this?" Cassian asked, his voice cutting through the silence like a bullet.
"Are we ever truly ready for what we have to do?" Dacia rhetorically asked.
"Fair enough, but you know what you have to ask him right? We might not have a lot of opportunities if we screw this up after all. We can always question him again, but the one thing that we can't get back is the element of surprise." Cassian reasoned in a calm tone of voice.
"Yeah, I will be ready, I know what to ask him, and even if he does no verbally tell us what we need to know, his body language might just give us a hint of what is happening. At the very least though, we need be able to get to the bottom of things and try to understand what may have been driving at Designation (Former): Captain America. Even if he can't tell us that, he might be able to give us some indication of why he came out of retirement."
"You know, I doubt that he was ever truly retired. Take it from a spy, and an assassin all rolled into one but what I can tell you, is that it would take trauma to step back. What I mean is that it could take something massive to make him step back. The guy took a very big risk in coming out and taking Designation: Scarlet Witch from the Compound. There is something about how this guy operated that doesn't strike me as a right; we need to get to the bottom of this, it doesn't all add up to me." Cassian grumbled.
"I have heard this theory before, but right now we have a chance to play around with your theory. We need to work this man over, now come on, I don't want to waste this chance." Dacia laughed before she hurried away from the man.
Looking back over her shoulder at the man, Dacia momentarily waited for the man to catch up with her before entering into the prison cells. Nodding to one another briefly, they both pulled up their cloaks, wanting to make sure that they at least prested a united front.
As one, the two of them entered the room together, and without even having to glance at each other, they knew what they had come here to do. Cassian glanced over at the cell that contained Designation: Ant-Man and had to hide an eye roll. He wasn't sure whether or not he could claim to feel any guilt or sympathy for the man, because whoever went out to fight without understanding what they were fighting (and potentially dying) for?!
Looking down at the computer in front of him, Cassian briefly glanced at the keys in front of him; he sometimes felt like he had zoned out when he was deep in thought. Looking over to where Dacia was slowly making her way over to Designation: Hawkeye's cell, he frowned in confusion when he noticed the woman slowing down her steps.
Dacia looked briefly into the cell, where she could easily see the agitated man pacing back and forth. Realising that she wouldn't even be able to use her surprise appearance against the guy, she could see that the man had seen her. Faltering in her steps, Dacia thought to herself quickly. She knew that she would get that best chance to nail this guy against the wall if Cassian went in to get the guy. He at least would be able to use his bulk to surprise the man and take him out to the interview room.
Making her way over to Cassian, she gestured the man to lean down and quietly whispered in his ears.
"He's agitated in there; it might be better if you grab him and we can walk him down to the interrogation interview room."
Cassian paused and looked at Dacia, considering her carefully before choosing which action he should take next. Nodding his head once, he smoothly made his way over to the correct cell. Glancing over his shoulder at Dacia, he checked that she was still standing in his previous spot over by the central computer console. Side-stepping a little so that he could reach the small panel alongside the cell doors. Flicking through the functions, he listened for the telltale clicking of the locks. When he heard the noise of the other doors clicking shut, he manipulated the lock to Designation: Hawkeye's doors. Flicking the digital toggle over to open, Cassian shifted his weight from one foot to another, when he saw the word OPEN printed, he stepped in front of the door, wanting to block the exit with his body. He didn't want to see what would happen if Designation: Hawkeye should decide to bum rush him.
Stepping through the door to the cell, Cassian wrenched the man's wrists behind his back and cuffed them together. Feeling like he looked as if he was frog-marching the guy from the small cell. Nodding over to Dacia as he passed her, she nodded and peeled away from her spot standing at the computer. The trio must have made a strange sight as they made their way through the spaceship, Dacia glanced up at one of the security cameras swivelling round to face the small group, she smirked a little wondering if Jyn was also being amused watching them.
Dacia wondered idly to herself if Designation: Hawkeye realised that no one was listening to his inane threats. Dacia had to roll her eyes at some of the threats; she wasn't even sure how they were possible, never mind that the guy was currently tied up. Even if he weren't, Dacia was sure that a few of them would be difficult to perform. Never mind how unsanitary they could be! Dacia wasn't sure if she should feel like she had to hide the eye rolls, she might not be looking at Cassian, but she knew that the guy was probably also struggling to hide his eye rolling.
Yanked from her thoughts, with a slightly violent twinge, Dacia realised that they had arrived at the small room which she hoped that she wouldn't have to spend any longer than completely necessary. Making her way through the sliding door after Cassian and Designation: Hawkeye, she idly watched as the Cassian securely cuffed the man to the desk.
When Cassian felt like he could be comfortable enough with how tightly fastened he had the man, secured from both his ankles and wrists, he nodded at Dacia. She peered back at the man and stepped forward to take her seat in the metallic seat opposite the man. Folding her hands together on the table in front of her, Dacia looked at the man, trying to get the measure of him before she spoke to him. Dacia wanted to build up the pressure and possibly throw the man from his comfort zone. Choosing to put the man out of his misery she began to speak in a low and measured tone.
"So, tell me Designation: Hawkeye, this situation arose when you were lifted from the R.A.F.T prison, just so we can get this interview off to the most productive start, can you tell me that you know why you are here?" Dacia started, peering across at the man.
"No, what the hell is going on here? This is all Stark's fault! I wouldn't be in this situation if that guy didn't decide to get involved with something that he didn't understand. It was none of his business; he didn't have to do any of this!" Designation: Hawkeye started to protest.
His words inspired a snort from Cassian; he could easily see an irony in the man protesting that someone else did not understand something. It was mildly amusing that the man, who had walked out of safety and retirement to fight in a situation that didn't need to bother him at all.
"That is funny that you should say that. After all, you didn't need to get involved, you were supposed to be retired, so forgive me for the stupid question; but how was the Accords going to affect you? You had stepped back from the Avengers after the Sokovia disaster, so you weren't likely to have to use your abilities, at least not unless you were planning to march into another country. You weren't were you?" Dacia lightly asked.
"No! Of course, not, but I got the call from Steve that Stark was keeping Wanda captive in the Compound. I had to go in and rescue her; she is just a kid!" Designation: Hawkeye cried out confused.
"Sir, Ms Maximoff is not a kid, she is in her early twenties, on what planet does that make her a kid! But we will go into her background, or at least what we know about it later, first we have to understand what led you to get involved." Dacia shot back, not even bothering to look up.
Cassian, however, felt like he had to wonder what exactly was going through the man's head. He wondered briefly if the man was aware of how much he was beginning to sound like a broken record. He wondered idly to himself whether or not he should begin to feel concerned for the man's sanity. Deciding to himself that he would prefer to simply listen to the man, he shifted his weight and continued to listen to the man.
"Okay, going back a little, can you please explain to us what happened to you when S.H.I.E.L.D? Where you called in then? Where were you when those Helicarriers came down in the Potomac?"
"I heard later that S.H.I.E.L.D had been infiltrated by HYDRA, but I was on a simple milk run of a mission. Even if they had called me in, I wouldn't have been able to get back in time to help them. I still don't completely understand why Nat had to dump all of those files; it put so many people in danger, it put me in danger!" Designation: Hawkeye protested, only becoming stymied when he couldn't cross his arms due to the cuffs around his wrists.
"Okay, but what makes you decide that your life is more important than others. Do you know if a lot of agents exposed were HYDRA members?" Dacia rhetorically asked before she held up a hand before she continued "I'll tell you there was less than a third who were HYDRA. But do you know how many lost their lives due to that quite frankly immature and irresponsible action cost the agents? That, of course, is regardless of where their loyalties. But maybe you figure that the only good HYDRA agent is a dead HYDRA agent? I don't entirely disagree with this thinking; goodness knows that I have done this thinking before in the past, I didn't particularly enjoy it. I will share with you that about fifty-five percent of agents, were killed. Do you by any chance support the actions of the woman?"
"No, but that's got to be a mistake, why would it have been labelled as an infestation if they were that few among the numbers who were HYDRA agents. Nat is supposed to be so good at everything why would she make such an amateur mistake?"
"We can't begin to fathom her actions, I don't think that anyone can, and any chance that we might have had to understand her actions were well and truly scuppered when she arrogantly told Congress to take a hike. She told them that she was too good, too indispensable to be arrested. Now, I've got to say we faced that arrogance in our Home Universe because we aren't from here you know, but to get back to my point and to cut a long story short it wasn't good. Do you know that a lot or even any of the forty-five percent were saved? Or did you keep yourself separate from those in S.H.I.E.L.D. who weren't Avengers? Who you saw as below you because they hadn't attained that level?"
"That sounds like not a lot was saved, are you sure about that number? But I'm sure that you are going to tell me some lies about how those people were saved. The members of S.H.I.E.L.D never forgave me for my actions on the Helicarrier, even though I was brainwashed. They would have sooner added more petrol to my body if I was on fire, rather than help me because they could only see it as my hands had killed their friends and partners on that Helicarrier." Designation: Hawkeye asked, beginning to affect a confused look.
"That's right; I am going to tell you, it was Dr Stark and his efforts that saved so many agents. You can, of course, argue that he still lost too many, I'm not going to stop you from arguing this. I do wonder though why Dr. Stark wasn't called in? Hadn't Dr Stark stepped in to stop it from becoming too uncomfortable and dangerous for you, giving you home until you could trust yourself enough to go home? Not that you told him where that home was. But anyway she didn't just release files of the agents, but rather everything, this includes medical information, current whereabouts, possible extraction plans, also information about families. She also released sensitive information such as the current living arrangements of some of those who were in witness protection programmes, due to S.H.I.E.L.D. involvement and activities. But hey that was skin off her nose, she could protect herself, right? What was more, was that very little, if anything, was filtered, everything was leaked. If she had called in Dr Stark, from the get-go, then so much information could have been saved. I still wonder why she didn't call him in."
"She told me later that she didn't know who she could trust. I'm speaking hyperbolically here, but that her faith in the organisation that she had worked for after she had defected, she didn't want to reach out to a bad actor so to speak. I'm not sure what made her decide to make that call, Stark until that point had been a solid allie, he wouldn't have betrayed us THEN without good reason."
"But why did she feel like she couldn't trust Dr Stark, they fought together, as you did during New York, did she tell you why she felt like she couldn't trust him?"
"She told me that she didn't feel as if she could trust the man, based on his initial report."
"You realise that she wrote the report? It was a flawed report, she went in with preconceived notions, ready to judge the man. I'm not sure how you would term that in intelligence circles, but on an investigatory basis, that's a bad thing. She wasn't going with an open mind, so anything that she saw about the man, she was going to make sure that it backed up her previously held judgements. Furthermore, she went in while S.H.I.E.L.D. knew that he was dying, so anything that she observed would not have shown the man in a normal mind frame. He was dying, and normally when people are dying, they tend to act out a bit. So, I'll ask you again did the woman have any reason for her not to trust and reach out to Dr Stark?"
"Look, you didn't hear it from me, but Nat wasn't acting like her usual cold self whenever I had a chance to interact with her. Look, we both know that I love the woman like a sister, but she frustrates me a lot sometimes. Especially with some of her typical lines such as 'love belongs to children' I don't agree with her there. She sounded like a damaged mark when she said that, it sounded as if it ripped from something she forced herself to believe, rather than actually wanted to believe."
"You mean that you suspect that the woman could have had something going on with someone? I will tell you some of what we suspect about the woman, shall I?" Dacia lightly asked.
"Hell, I gave up trying to understand that woman years ago. Be my guest." Designation: Hawkeye tried to gesture to Dacia to continue.
"Have you ever heard the phrase 'the lady doth protest'? I'm sure I'm butchering that phrase, there are probably English Literature students out there crying over my words. See, what we think is that the woman was beginning to feel something for Rogers, she allowed that to manifest into a blindside. She didn't know what to do with the new emotions that grew up within her towards the man, so she listened to him, and she put his judgement and orders before hers. We can't even pretend that the woman's judgement was completely sound if you are confused to think back on some of what we said."
"But she always said that love was for children. She couldn't have felt anything for the guy, at least not anything romantic. How can you even say that about the woman?" Designation: Hawkeye shot back starting to sound like a broken record.
"We don't think a lot of someones that gets themselves into situations where they begin to question their every move, simply because they fall for a pair of baby blue eyes. We've seen that and it leads to a dark place, we have no desire to go back to that place. Heck, I was almost in that very position myself! So, did she share with you any intel about what she may have found during that time?"
"No, that woman is like a closed book, if she doesn't want to you to know something, you can bet your sweet ass that you won't find out about it. At least not easily, everything with her is like pulling teeth. Why do you ask?" Designation: Hawkeye shifted as much in his seat as he could uncomfortably.
"Some of the things set in motion at just that time may have had a considerable amount of impact to some of the things that still bother us today. We'll talk more about that later, right not it's not the most pressing concern. At least, not right at this second it isn't. She didn't tell you anything more about what she found; she wants to attempt to clear up how much she knew. We also need to know more about the potential motives of Rogers, after all, we can get any answers until we can question the man himself." Dacia told the man, having glanced down at her notes.
"What do you mean, what happened to Stark, he was fine when we last saw him. What do you mean? TELL ME WHAT YOU MEAN BY THAT!"
"Oh, nothing but that guy hasn't woken up yet from whatever your pal, your friend Rogers decided to do to the guy. Right now though I want to ask you more about why you didn't simply stay retired after Sokovia. What happened to you to make you go against your better judgement. As far as we can tell you didn't know Maximoff before then, or maybe you did across the field of battle, care to shed a little light on that?"
"I already told you everything you asked, why are you still so fascinated with that girl!?"
"Look, I'll tell you some of what we suspect about the Witch. We suspect that woman has her powers under better control than she lets on. See, right now we're concerned that she may have had her hands in your head. After all, you can't even become a top operator for HYDRA unless you were particularly psychopathic and an expert at using your own unique skill set. So, tell me at what point did you decide that Dr Stark was a bad guy? I've got to tell you, that doesn't seem to add up with some of what we know about how you saw the guy before you decided to retire you seemed to be on good terms. After all, the two of you seemed like you were friends. So what we don't understand I guess is how you thought of the man changed so drastically?"
"It isn't something that I can easily put the finger on, but all that I can remember was that after ULTRON I was messed up in the head, I had seen what had become of us. I couldn't forgive Stark for creating that thing. He had cost that country; he had obliterated a city from the map, how was I supposed to trust him again?"
"Except in your service with S.H.I.E.L.D. and earlier with the army, you had done so much worse, hadn't you? Not that I'm saying that ULTRON was excusable because it wasn't, but it wasn't his fault, not entirely. At least not entirely, there was a whole internal review, and the review and audit found some interesting things. It was also the work of the Scarlet Witch having played with his mind. I have gone through some of the records of that period and found that the man had tried to tell you guys that, but as per usual you didn't, maybe we can't blame you, after all, you were supposed to be away from the Avengers."
"Stark was never hit by Wanda's powers, she got everyone but the two of us in South Africa, when would she have even found an opening to attack the man?"
"Sokovia and in case you think I'm lying the recordings from the suit told us, but more importantly the numerous inquests of his actions showed this. You see when the man entered the castle he was away from all of you; he left the relative safety of his suit. When he was in there, I can tell you that the suit and JARVIS were able to monitor his brainwaves. What Dr Stark had written off as a vision or another PTSD laden panic attack, but Scarlet Witch had played into his fears. He was given a vision of all of you guys dead, and with his lasts words the supposedly righteous Captain America blamed him."
"He never told us that, why didn't he tell us that?"
"I'm just assuming here, but I'm going to guess that he knew that you guys wouldn't have listened to him. You were already dismissive of his panic attacks and when he spoke to you about what he saw on the other side of that wormhole. What reason would he have to believe that you would listen to him about this? He studied the Sceptre fulling intending to send it off to Thor the next day; the ULTRON programme had already been shelved. But when you lot decided that playing with Thor's hammer was a marvellous idea, ULTRON was in a sense born. During this time, JARVIS, which was Dr Stark's finest, most encompassing AI, which he also thought of like a mix between his son and butler and modelled after a father figure, was the first casualty. JARVIS was killed trying to stop the ULTRON program from taking over. You never even tried to empathise with the guy, after did you?"
"No, I didn't, but JARVIS was nothing more than a computer program. Yes, he was good at what he did, but we never saw anything to suggest that the guy thought anything more about that programme, would it even have mattered whether or not we asked him after. The guy was also a closed book; we never knew if he was lying to us or even telling us everything. He could be boasting about some of what useless rubbish his company had managed to do and at the same time could be telling absolutely nothing at all."
"Okay, well some of your points were exceptionally far off the mark, but I would still like to thank you for talking to me. Another thing we want you to think about is how far you were willing to go to for Scarlet Witch. After all, there's a lot of people in the world that are pissed off with the Avengers but what about her made you decided to go against the man you had once been? Was she spreading her legs for you? Because newsflash, she is no innocent and has killed a lot of people over her short time on Earth, in particular during her service to HYDRA. An organisation which she joined of her own free will and was already a good operative of before she received the experimentation that allowed her to unlock her powers. Just as a matter of interest, do you recognise me?" Dacia asked politely peering over at the man.
"Not really, have we met?" Designation: Hawkeye looked confused by the sudden change in topic.
"That's disappointing, we met back when Thor initially crashed down. Maybe you remember me as Darcy Lewis, Dr Foster's spacy intern?" Dacia prodded for answers, knowing that she would want to take any answers she could get.
"I remember the name, but you weren't considered completely important or even relevant back then." Designation: Hawkeye tried to apologise.
"That's fine, turns out that you aren't as good at your former job as you thought you were. Disappointing. Oh well, up you get." Dacia gestured to the man to get up.
Taking his wrists, she locked them behind his wrist and gently led the man back to his cell. Dacia knew that at this point, Designation: Hawkeye would have plenty of time to think to himself about some of what he had learned and she wanted to make sure that she didn't overload him with too much information.
Walking the man back to the cell's was a quiet walk. Dacia glanced at the man and knew that he probably felt like his mind was swimming with all of the information that he had been told. Maybe now the man would definitely be able to see the 'light' so to speak and begin to think for himself again.
WHOOSH
When he made his way into the small room that he now had the feeling he could call BS on the whole purpose he was out here. He was now able to guess beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Scott had been in one of the interviews the day before, and he had more than likely been told something that he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Clint felt like he had to wonder what exactly Scott had been told, judging by some of what he had been told had been hard to believe. What's more is Clint had been there for some of it, he had to question how good his eyesight was if he had missed some of the things that should have been so clear.
Clint had to wonder what had gone on after he had left the Avengers, what the hell had happened there. Clint also thought of his young family back home, could he look them in the eyes and teach them to be polite, to say please and thank you, if he had indeed forgotten to do that himself? He didn't understand what had possessed him to think it was a good idea to leave them behind. He was supposed to be out of this life, wasn't he?
Looking over at a panicked Steve's cell, the man was constantly bleating questions before Clint lost his temper.
"What the hell are we doing here? Who gave you the bright idea to get us all involved in your mess? Why did I come out, when I was out? WHAT DID YOU DO TO STARK? WHAT DID YOU DO TO THIS TEAM?"
Clint watched as the man opened his mouth as if he was ready to say something to defend himself. He also watched as the man closed his mouth, unable to find anything to say.
"You disgust me, hell I disappoint myself" Clint whispered before turning from the glass cell door. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know if Rogers had caught what he had said, but he knew that he couldn't look at the man for much longer without becoming sick to his stomach.