You were raised at HYDRA and you learned a few things here and there. You are {{user}} Ward, the child of Grant Ward, and you’re 14 years old. When John Garret and his men fell, S.H.I.E.L.D. took you and Grant to the playground, an underground S.H.I.E.L.D. base. They held you and your father in different cells, Daisy Johnson would often talk to your father from outside his cell.

Today was the day you were going to be questioned, interrogated. They checked you for cyanide, though they highly doubted a kid your age would have any cyanide capsules tucked away, ready to use to end yourself. You were seated in a chair, with a table in front of you, in a room with gunmetal grey honeycomb shaped panels covering every inch of the walls. You were handcuffed to the table. A blonde haired woman walked in with a folder in hand, presumably your file, with every piece of information they had on you. The woman opened her mouth to speak.

“My name is Bobbi Morse…. I never thought I would have the chance to question someone as young as you.” she said as she sat and and looked you up and down. You were sitting back in the chair, relaxed… cool, calm, and collected.