Instead of an interrogation room I'm now sitting in a cell at the headquarters of the Avengers. I feel drained out, ready to pass out as I'm leaning back against the wall from where I am on the bed, legs up to my chest and my chin on my knee while staring blankly at the ground. I'm no longer wearing handcuffs but being in this prison is just as bad. It's basically a box made of glass and I know I'm in this particular prison because I have powers and they don't want me using it on them. The worst part besides feeling like I was betrayed by my own family is that I have no way to tell Wanda what happened. She gave me the burner phone numbers they got so that I could let them know when I was safe back at home, but I clearly haven't been able to call them.

I close my eyes and try to concentrate, wishing my powers could reach them in Sokovia because one I'm scared, and two I miss the hell out of her. I miss our talks, how we'd sneak into each other's room after lights out if it wasn't a movie night. I miss her comfort when I'd have a bad day, and believe me this is 1000% a bad day. She's the only one who understands me when my powers would spiral and the only person who's able to calm me down. Well...now that Archie isn't around anymore.

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear the sound of a door and I open my eyes again, lifting my head up and I stare straight forward to the door. Right away I feel an immediate build up of anger, because they have some nerve being here.

My parents just walked into the room across from my cell. The glass wall keeps me away from anyone who enters. My mom looks a bit scared, while dad seems disappointed. They really should be scared though, because they made me out to be someone I'm not by turning me in when I called. I'm their kid, who does that?

"Hey, sweetheart." My mom says in a soft voice with her hand in my dads.

I stare at both of them without saying a word, angry and wanting answers. I see the concern in my mom's dark brown eyes but my dad's gray ones look cautious when I don't reply, almost like they don't know what to expect. "Oh, I'm sweetheart now? Really?" I say in a nasty tone.

Both of their faces drop a bit, mouths open as if lost for words. But then my dad gives me a look, "Don't talk to your mother like that." He says in the same tone as mine.

I glare at him, tilting my head. "You turned me in."

"Honey, you've been gone for months. We had no idea what was going on all that time."

"I told you what we were doing."

"You didn't tell us everything. We found that out from the Avengers."

"Because I didn't know!" I set my legs down from my chest now and let them hang off the bed as I lean forward a bit, "We had no idea that they weren't soldiers."

"Then explain to us why you were fighting Archie for them and then let them kill him!" Dad yells at me now, making me jump.

It's like my heart sinks into my stomach and it hurts so bad that I hold onto it with tears building in my eyes. My own father just accused me of killing my best friend, a boy I've known since I was born. "It wasn't my fault. I told Mr. Stark what the leader of Hydra did to me."

"You're going to use brainwashing as an excuse?" He snarls at me, "Because Macy is not going to go for that one, Madison."

"Sweetheart." Mom says to him, seeing that she's trying to hold back her emotions and sets a hand to his stomach for a second.

I stare at both of them, realizing that not only can my powers not leave this cell, but I can't absorb anything from outside of it either. I can't feel their emotions and I can't read their minds. I'm not sure if I'm relieved to finally get some peace and quiet from not having to worry about accidentally hearing someone in my head, or if that scares me considering that the Avengers could decide to toss me into jail or kill me without knowing ahead of time.

Once mom calms him down she slowly lets go of his hand and starts to get closer to the glass, her face dropping more when she stands in front of it. "Oh my God. Madison, what happened to your face?"

I slowly get to my feet and walk to the front of my cell to stand in front of her. My ribs scream when I move and my face is no better when I make expressions, but I keep a straight face with a hint of anger behind my eyes. "My consequence for betraying the people I thought were helping me."

"Hydra did this to you?" She asks gently, setting a hand onto the wall of my prison.

I stare at her hand as she presses it to the glass, grinding my teeth because I can't believe she's acting like the loving mother when she helped put me here. But I nod, continuing to stare at her hand. "Me and Arch found out who they were and we ran." I look at her eyes now, "He escaped and I didn't. This was my prize for trying to leave."

Her eyes water, pressing her hand harder to the glass as if she wants me to do it back or to comfort me. "How could this happen?"

"She let her guard down. That's how." Dad says from behind her.

My eyes slowly set above her head and onto him now, my anger building as I feel the heat rising in my body. He always tests my patience with his judgement and disappointed looks. "I was learning how to use my powers."

"You let them control you."

"They taught me more than you did!" I scream at him, my eyes getting more angry as they tint blue now. "You kept me cooped up in our damn house with books and I never got to figure out how to use my telepathy properly."

Now he gets angry and he walks closer to me, allowing me to notice the light blue in his eyes as his powers become visible. This is where I get my temper from...him. "Being a telepath doesn't make you more special than the rest of us."

I feel my powers building up in my hands now, sparks of blue seeping out as I smile a bit at him. "Jealous?"

He scoffs at me and laughs, "They did more than brainwash you to kill Archie." He practically spits the words out, "You're not even my daughter anymore."

"Matthew!" Mom yells at him as she whirls around to stare at him better.

Those words hit me like a bus, my eyes go back to normal and my hands stay limp to my sides as the flames dissolve. My mouth slightly opens in shock that he'd say that but I keep myself calm. "Is that so?"

"No, honey, he didn't mean that."

"The hell I didn't, Samantha." He shoves his finger towards me while his eyes are still on her, "This isn't our child. She's a murderer and a Nazi. She isn't loyal to us anymore."

I feel sick to my stomach as he says this and I blink, a flash of memories swarm my brain. Me being in the hole seeps into my mind as I see Strucker telling me that he's my family now and no one else. Then I see him kicking and punching me, repeating that I'm loyal to him. My brain feels like it's on fire as I groan to myself from the pain, clenching my jaw and my hands go into fists because not only does my head hurt now but because he has triggered something in me. "G-Get out."

They both turn their heads to me and their faces drop from the cold way I said it. There was venom in my voice as I spoke those words, because I can feel a build up of hate towards them. He's never understood me from having a different power than him, he never cared to help me, and if I complained how much this power affected me he wouldn't listen and say I was ungrateful.

"Maddie…" mom says gently, the look of hurt in her eyes. I'm not sure if it's from me kicking them out or from dad being mean.

"I said get out!"

Mom's face goes slack, heartbroken even, but dad looks satisfied. It's as if he doesn't care. Typical of him really. "You definitely don't get that attitude from me."

"I get a lot of things from you, dad. You just don't like to see it smack you in the face."

He laughs and shakes his head, "I hope you rot in here."

My eyes turn blue again, rage coursing through me and I toss a ball of fire at him from anger. Obviously with the glass in the way that didn't do much more than have him back away from the cell, "Get the fuck out!"

He smirks and then walks away, mom staring at me with tears streaming down her face. "I love you, baby."

I pant heavily as I watch her leave and then collapse onto my hands and knees on the floor once the door closes behind them. I punch the floor and scream from anger, being scared even. Then I close my eyes and ball my eyes out. "Wanda…"

...

Strucker is in a prison cell, staring down at a book while he's laying on his bed and it feels like I'm actually in the cell with him. Then his head goes upward, staring off to the side as if someone is there and sits up. I'm a little confused of course because I'm watching him currently from when he got caught and put in jail in Sokovia. He shouldn't have anyone in his cell.

"Do you still have her?" He asks whoever is beside him.

"Barely. She's back in America." A woman's British accent talks to him, recognizing it from when she was in my head and while in the hole.

He shakes his head lightly, seeming annoyed, "Her loyalty has always been divided. We can't let her go."

"She's a child. You set your hopes too high on these kids."

"I had them."

"Past tense. Two are on the run, one is back home and the other is dead."

I can slightly feel myself boiling in anger as she mentions Archie, but then I get confused because I can't seem to see who he's talking to.

"Wait…"

"What is it?" he asks her in concern, shifting himself to hang his legs over the bed.

"Her powers are growing." The woman says, "I can sense her."

"From a different country?"

"Her magic is traveling while she sleeps. She's here."

He searches for me, as if expecting me to be standing in his cell. "Here in what way?"

"Dream leaping. Her mind is here as if floating, not quite mastering astral projecting yet."

"So she can see us but we can't see her?"

"Exactly."

He smirks, his eyes still on her but doesn't hesitate to say. "Who are you loyal to?" His voice echoes into my ears, his eyes calm but his voice is firm.

My eyes open and I sit up in my bed, looking around to see I'm in the glass cell at the Avengers headquarters. "The family." My voice goes monotone and my eyes turn blue.

"What about your family?"

I blink and my eyes shift to the side, seeing Natasha Romanoff sitting on a chair in front of my cell. "Miss Romanoff." I say with a smirk, not seeming myself.

She tilts her head a bit, seeming to notice something off. "Bad dream?"

I purse my lips with some confidence and shake my head, "Not this time."

"You were fidgety."

I smile a little bit, "I'm fine." In reality I feel like something is off, but right now I'm more concerned with what she's doing and escaping this place to get back to Strucker.

She eyes me for a second, not seeming convinced as she says. "We have more questions to ask you."

"Is that so?" I swing my legs over the edge of my bed now and stare straight into her eyes, mine still blue. "Trying to figure me out?"

"Your eyes are glowing."

"Tends to happen when I'm angry or annoyed."

"And what would make your emotions that high?"

I click my tongue slightly and then smile again, "Being in this cage, obviously."

She scrunches her eyebrows in confusion, "You seem more cocky than this morning."

"You've known me for like five minutes."

"I've studied you in those few minutes."

I half laugh before I stand up now and stretch. "I'm just more well rested is all."

Her eyes scan me, reading me even. She is the world's greatest spy after all so I know It'll be hard to get anything past her. "Brainwashing does have it's after effects."

My face slightly drops, not expecting her to say that so calmly. "Loyalty goes a long way."

"And who are you loyal to?" She asks, leaning forward in the chair.

I smirk slightly, but my mind is a little scattered as if I'm not sure how to answer that. "My family."

Her eyes seem to be digging for answers, because she heard me say this earlier. "Does that include Archard Arias?"

My face drops again from my smirk. This woman is pushing all the right buttons because my eyes fade back into their normal gray color. "He's my best friend." I bite the inside of my cheek and shift my eyes downward, "He was."

"There she is." She says to me in a confident voice now, "Something pulled you away for a second before so I had to bring you back."

Now I bite on the inside of my lip and stare back at her, feeling a lot better. The fact I can tell the difference now is progress as I rub my head. "How did you know?"

She gives me a soft smile, "When someone as long as me has been doing interrogations for a while it gets easier to know the good from the bad."

I half smile and sit back down onto the bed. Then I take a breath and rest my arms to my legs and lock my fingers between each other into a tight grip with my head hanging a bit. "I don't feel like a good person anymore."

"That's not your fault, Madison."

I shake my head as I keep my eyes to the ground, "Tell that to Archie's mom...to my dad."

She gives a soft sigh, "I saw the footage from when your parents were here. He was very harsh."

I half laugh, "He's always harsh, but this was different."

It's quiet for a few long seconds before I see her stand up and I shift my eyes back to her. I stare at her for a while as she looks back at me, then she walks away from the chair and back to the door. "The others want to talk to you, I'll get you some food."

I smile a bit, realizing what she did. "You were here to see my mindset."

She gives me a smile back, "Makes our jobs easier."

Once she leaves I take a breath and press the palms of my hands to my eyes. I got controlled again for a few minutes because of a dream leap. I need to get that under control before I get more people killed. Then I hear the door open again and I look at it to see that Tony Stark walks through with his buddies Clint Barton and Steve Rogers. None of them say anything as they head towards my cell and Tony sits in the chair that Natasha was just sitting in.

For a while he just glares at me, as if waiting for something to happen. When he notices that I'm not talking or doing anything specific he says, "So let's go over this again." He says in an untrustworthy tone, "You went to Sokovia for a vacation." He sounds like he's recapping what I've already told him.

I shift my eyes a bit to the other's to see if I can sense them, but I can't. All I'm getting is stern looks from Clint and Steve, then I notice Natasha walk in with a plate of food and a water bottle as I sigh and nod at him. "Yes."

"And somehow that turned into you joining Hydra."

I press my lips together, because I want to knock him out. "Technically, yes. But it wasn't by choice."

"So they forced you?" He says sarcastically, obviously knowing that's not what I said earlier.

Natasha opens up the slot of my cell that allows items to be slid through and sets the plate onto the ledge before closing it back up. She has a soft smile on her face as she walks back to the others and stands with them.

"They forced us without knowing. We thought they were Sokovian soldiers."

"And there were never any clues to notice the difference?" Steve asks me now, having me stare at him instead.

I smile in my own head because I remember when he saved me a few years ago, but I know he wouldn't remember who I am. "No. They seemed normal and they helped us with our gifts."

"Your powers."

I nod now, "Yes."

"Any relations to the Maximoff twins because of these abilities?" He asks gently and my heart slightly sinks.

I lick my lips a bit and shake my head, "We aren't blood related if that's what you're asking."

"Then elaborate your relationship." Tony hops back in now and he sounds a little angry, which confuses me. "Because Wanda Maximoff did some type of wiggly woo in my head and I'm not too happy about it."

I press my lips together because now I want to laugh at his attempt to describe my girlfriend's power. Then I take a breath, "We met officially at the compound when who we thought was the military got spooked that me and Archie were following them for intel and took us."

"And were you?" Steve asks now.

I shake my head, "Just two kids on vacation who saw the Maximoffs on the street one day talking about their magic. So naturally we got curious." I rub my forehand, "That got us into trouble because they kidnapped us and then that girl walked into my room one day and offered to help us understand our powers better."

"Naturally you said yes." Tony practically spits these words out now and I hate the way he sounds like my dad. Disappointed and arrogant. "They took you hostage and you agreed to do their handywork."

I glare at him, getting angry. "I wanted to do more with my life than sit at home on my ass learning from a book."

"Landing in the base of Hydra sounds like doing something more with your life."

I scoff now and stand up, walking to the front of my cell. "I lost my best friend and was almost beaten to death! You think I'd do anything like this on purpose?"

He smirks at me and stands as well. "I think you're playing us."

"And I think you're full of yourself. But we can't all win, can we?"

A soft snort from behind Tony distracts me to realize that it was Clint who made the noise. Then he clears his throat and looks away from us just as Natasha looks at me and winks, letting me know that I got their attention.

"Well, Miss James." Tony says now, his eyes glaring with hate. "Until we get to the bottom of this you're not going anywhere."

My face drops, blinking at him slowly. "But...you can't do that!"

"I can because you have a serious case against you right now."

"I didn't do anything!"

"You helped a dangerous organization who killed your friend and almost killed Clint in the process."

My mouth drops and I shake my head, this is like being taken by Hydra all over again. "I can't believe I have to keep repeating myself."

"Tony, she's just a kid." Steve says to him now, pointing at me.

"Kids turn on their elders."

Steve shakes his head, staring at me for a second before shifting his head back to him. "We already have proof that she wasn't in her right mind when she did this."

"She's been through enough, Tony." Natasha gets into the conversation.

Tony glares at Steve and her, pointing at me with some force. "She has powers we don't understand and we saw what she can do with them. We have no idea if she can keep them in check if she is being controlled."

"And you think leaving her in a cage is the best option?" She asks him.

"It's the only option." He shoots back.

"You're acting just like them by keeping me in here." I say angrily.

He looks at me and raises an eyebrow, "They wanted to control you for evil, we want to make sure you're safe to be out in public."

I press my indexing finger to the glass and point to him, "I'm no different than your fancy inventions!"

He watches me carefully now, "Really?"

I stare at him with more anger and I nod, "Yes."

"So being controlled to use your powers is the same as my Iron Man suit?"

I lick my lips in a bit of annoyance, "I have full control of my powers. Your suits on the other hand were hacked for the world to see in the flesh."

"Whoa, shots fire." Clint says with a straight face, but he sounds amused.

Tony snarls and walks off, yelling behind him that I'm not to be let out as the door slams behind him. Seeing him angry kind of makes me feel great as I press my lips together and then stare at the other Avengers. They all have their eyes on me with curiosity.

I give them all a small smile as I set my hands to my sides and back away from the cell a bit, "I think he likes me." I say with a shrug.

They all smile back at me, seeming to like my sarcastic personality. "He'll warm up." Steve says gently.

"Unless you know...he doesn't."

He gives me a lopsided smile and walks closer to the cage, "Listen kid. I've seen first hand what Hydra can do with mine control."

"I've lived it." Clint says now, talking to me for the first time. "Not a fan."

I half smile at them as Steve adds, "What we saw in that video at their base and in the evaluation with Natasha, it's easy to see that you're the victim."

I take a soft breath and walk to the plate of food that she brought in to me, grabbing the water bottle first. "I appreciated the confidence." I rub the back of my neck a bit, "I just wish I was able to have that much in myself right now."

"Hang in there, kid " Clint says with a nod, "We'll help you."

I chew on my lip slightly as I stare at them all in turn, "What about the Maximoffs?" I shift my eyes a little bit as I feel they won't like what I'll say, "They mean a lot to me."

It's silent for a second, "Well.." Steve starts.

"That all depends on how they react if they ever see us again." Natasha finishes.

I press my lips together and then bite the top one a bit, "They don't trust Americans. And if they find out you have me they'll be more on their toes."

"They must care about you a lot." she says gently.

I half smile and shift my eyes, "We spent half a year together. Had to rely on each other."

They all nod at me softly, then Steve says. "Eat and rest up. We'll see if Bruce can run some tests to prove to Tony that you're okay."

I tilt my head a bit, "Bruce as in Banner?" They nod and I add, "Like the Hulk himself?"

Now they laugh softly and nod again, "One in the same." Clint says with a smile, "For the most part."

I press my lips together and slightly smile, glad they are giving me some type of conversation other than hating me. Then they all give me nods and goodbyes before heading to the door and leave me alone in my cell. This is going to be a long experience.