Turns out that landing in the airport of JFK doesn't go as planned. As I was getting off the plane and texting my mom where to meet me I ended up getting stopped by the police almost Immediately. I was walking away from the gate I got off when I was arrested. I knew this would be a possibility. Steve Rogers probably got a better look at me than I thought and could have found me in the Hydra database. What I don't know is how they knew I'd be here specifically considering I didn't fly in through Sokovia.

I ended up in custody so quickly that I didn't have time to even process it before I was hauled through the airport and into the back of a cop car. Now I'm sitting in an interrogation room by myself waiting for someone to talk to me. This is a bigger nightmare than when Wanda voodoo's her way into my brain.

I'm not sure how long I'm here for but for a while I just sit here silently. I'm wondering where they went off too and this of course panics me. It panics me not only because I'm stuck in a police station but because this is exactly what Strucker did to us when we first got to their compound, and then again when he put me in the hole. The hole was meant to make someone insane by being isolated and tortured, and this feels exactly like that part of my life and I absolutely do not like it.

I take a breath and try to relax myself. I close my eyes, setting my head onto my arms that are resting on the table where my cuffed hands are in front of me. I try to think of happy memories, my family, friends, the people I love and things I like to do. The more I think of them the more Archie pops into my head and it just makes me want to scream and hit something for failing him. But then the more I think of this the more tired I get and in almost an instant I somehow manage to fall asleep. Other than when Wanda helped me sleep I've been practically running on no sleep for two days and I just finally passed out.

My sleep isn't pleasant as I dream of my life from the past months there in Sokovia. I dream of the day we got kidnapped and being at the HYDRA base for days of torture, meeting the twins, being in the hole and brainwashed into thinking I'm someone I'm not, and of course seeing Archie die. Then a flash of yellow seems to fog my dream, a laughter that I don't recognize with an image of seeing myself laying on the floor bound and gagged. I can't see her face while the woman is speaking to me in that British accent that I've heard before. Then the image switches to me seeing through my own eyes just as an orb of yellow light comes towards my face.

I gasp as I pop my head up and my eyes shoot open, panting in fear before I realize that I'm sitting in the chair in the same place that I had fallen asleep in an interrogation room. I blink and shake my head, searching around as I try to catch my breath and then I remember how I got here. That's when my eyes land on the two way mirror across from me, seeing my face is still messed up and I know that I didn't dream that.

Taking a few more breaths I notice that someone is standing nearby from the corner of my eye and I slowly turn my head towards them to see that it's a man wearing a dark suit with a shaped beard and what looks like a million dollar haircut. I stare at him for a while, because I know this man. But I'm confused as to why he's just standing there.

"Madison James." he says matter of factly.

I slowly nod, "Y-Yes."

"I'm Tony Stark."

My mouth slowly opens because that's obviously why I know who he is. The rich man himself Iron Man is here. He's literally here in the flesh.

"I have to admit. I'm surprised you landed in our laps. Sokovia is a long way from New York."

I press my lips together softly, not liking the start of this conversation. "I..I live here."

"I'm aware. But considering you're working for the wrong side it seems a little odd for you to willingly come home."

I shake my head frantically, "I'm not working for anyone."

"Oh really?"

I nod, "I swear."

His expression doesn't change, walking towards me now and then sits in the seat across from me. He has a tablet in his hand as he presses something on it before setting it on the table in front of me. I watch him for a few seconds before I shift my gaze and stare down at the device in front of me while he reaches over and touches the play button. When he does this a video starts to play from the security cameras at the Hydra base. It's me running around with Strucker heading through the halls of the compound, then my battle with Archie before it ends with me running off with Wanda when Captain America walks in.

My eyes water when I see Archie laying there when I take off, seeing how he's suffering while Captain America hits Strucker almost effortlessly with his shield and knocks him out. It seems like he is talking to someone as he sets his hand to his ear the way agents do on coms before he runs over to Archie. He checks on Archie, talking to him and then picks him up. Once he has my best friend in his arms he runs off and leaves the sight of the camera. The tablet pauses and I just stare at it for a while.

"Not working for anyone." his voice is stern, "You sure about that?"

I press my lips together, not answering that question. Instead I say, "Is he dead?" in a choking tone because I'm trying not to cry. I know the answer already but I need the clarification.

Now I stare back at the man in front of me, tears spilling down my cheeks and see that he's watching me with curiosity. There's not much emotion on his face, like he's studying me or something. But then he shifts a bit and he slowly nods. "He died before Steve was able to get him to our jet."

I close my eyes and place my head in my cuffed hands, this can't be real. Then I take a breath and I shake my head. The throbbing is still there and hurts so bad, but I need to figure all this out. So I take another breath before looking back at him, "I didn't know who they were when I met them. Me and Archie went for vacation, but then we met two kids like us...with powers." I kept my eyes on him the whole time because not many people believe in magic, but him being part of the Avengers in the flesh I know he wouldn't bat an eye. "All we wanted was to learn from them."

He narrows his eyes at me, leaning back in his chair with the table. "So if that's Archie." He points to the frozen image when he rewound the video, seeming to assume that's who I was talking about. "Why were you fighting him if he's your friend?"

"That man." I point to Strucker collapsed on the ground, "When me and Archie found out who they were we tried to escape. Archie made it out, I didn't. Strucker he...he tortured me and implanted false memories of my life." I think back to my dreams of that man he talked to about keeping us in check, and a faint memory of a woman with yellow powers. "But my other friend, she brought me back from it." Calling her a friend doesn't feel right considering she's more than that to me.

"Wanda Maximoff."

I gulp when he mentions her name, but I nod. "Yes. She has powers too. She helped me remember."

He keeps his eyes on me for a moment longer before speaking again, "So let me get this straight. You have certain abilities and met the Maximoff twins." he says matter of factly.

I slowly nod at him, realizing that if he knows who the twins are then that means that they are looking for them too.

"Then what?" he makes a gesture with his hands as if not understanding, "They just asked you to join Hydra?"

"No. I TOLD you. We found out they had powers and they offered to help us broaden ours."

"By joining a crusade?"

Now getting frustrated I rub my forehead, the cuffs making noise as I move my wrists. "By knowing that Strucker helped them with their abilities and they thought he'd do the same for us. Neither of the twins, myself or Archie knew who these people really were until recently. We thought they were Sokovian soldiers." I point to the video again to indicate Strucker, "They wore their uniforms and ACTED like soldiers. They never told us secrets. We just learned to control our magic and...we just took it from there. ALL of us were in the dark."

"So you had no idea they had Loki's scepter?"

I blink so hard that I see dots. Loki is Thor's brother, another God from Asgard and the one who helped the aliens invade New York. "W-What?"

He just nods and stands, "I'll take that as a no." He walks over to the door, "If your story checks out you'll be let go. But for now you'll have to come with us."

"U-Us?"

He opens the door and in walks Black Widow, one of the Avengers and former agent of S.H.I.E.L.D since the agency went dark from being taken over by HYDRA about a year ago, ironically enough. "Miss Romanoff."

My mouth drops a bit from seeing her, dreams coming true to meet people as important as her and Mr. Stark. Unfortunately in this situation it's not the best way to impress them.

She nods at him with a slight smirk as if they are having an inside joke, her wavy shoulder-length dark brownish-red hair moving as she does. "Stark." She's wearing a full body black spandex suit that would zip up at the top of her neck if she didn't have it open at the chest. At her waist she has a couple guns strapped to her belt and what looks like a baton that cops use also attached with her other weapons.

"But…" they both look at me, "My parents. They are waiting for me."

His face seems to get just a hint of alarm, seeming he forgot to mention something. "We knew who you were before you contacted your parents. So we went to see them."

My face slowly drops, knowing what he means. "They...turned me in?"

"We explained the situation and they agreed to help." He says this as if it was obvious.

I scoff a little and I shake my head before looking back at the table. "Great. My parents think I'm the bad guy." Sadly this doesn't fully surprise me because I'm slightly used to it. One day my dad hates me and the next I'm his favorite person. But during the times we do fight he has always expressed his resentment towards me for being born with telepathy knowing that it's for the more advanced witch or wizard. But my mom? She's always been on my side and it barely makes any sense to me.

"Pictures say a thousand words, kid."

I look back at him as he says this, slight anger in my eyes now. But I try not to let my temper get too bad, otherwise my eyes will turn blue. "Well this time it's wrong."

"We'll see about that." He nods to Black Widow and then walks out.

I stare down at my hands as I stay seated, pure anger at everyone now. How did my life turn to such shit?

Then I feel eyes on me and I look back up, seeing Black Widow's blue eyes are narrowed a bit. "You're just a kid." Her voice is actually sympathetic.

I suck on my lip a bit and the anger gets a little less as I nod, "I'm 19." I shift my eyes a bit, losing my nerve to speak because I don't know what else to say. I'm in serious trouble here.

I hear her sigh before she walks to me, "Come on." She tells me gently as she grabs my arm and ushers me to my feet.

All I want to do is scream when she does this, not only because my ribs are sore, but because I hate how I'm being treated like a criminal. I don't argue though as I keep my eyes down to the floor and follow her lead when she walks towards the door. The whole walk is quiet, neither of us say a word but I can hear her mind racing for a second with the fact that I'm barely an adult and need help before I shut my brain off from that power because I promised myself and Wanda that I wouldn't use my powers without a good reason. I may be in trouble but I don't need to make things worse.

By the time we get outside there's a black car with a man standing by it. He's wearing all black what seems to be leather pants and a tank top with a quiver and bow attached to his back. It's Hawkeye, or better known as Clint Barton. "This her?" He says in a bored voice, but looks confused.

Black Widow, aka Natash Romanoff gives a head tilt like she's in just as much disbelief as him. "Apparently."

He gives her a look and then stares at me, "You don't look old enough to be taking over the world." he opens the back door and waits for me to get inside.

"Because I'm not trying to." I suck on my lip, looking up at her now, "Where are we going?" I say kind of scared, the anger completely subsided.

She gives me a small smile, "Headquarters."