The Avngers were so arrogant, and that would be their downfall.

It had been three days, and you still refused to talk. Oh, the sent in Cptain Amrica with blue eyes and broad shoulders. Nothing. Then there was Iron Man with his bravado and charm. Eye roll. You made your way through the roster, not giving anything away.

You almost decided to talk to Natasha. You had always admired the Black Widow, but no, there was a bigger fish you hoped to hook.

When Bucky finally arrived to try his hand at interrogating you, all you could think was 'about d-mn time'.

"Let me tell you everything you need to know." You smirked, sauntering toward the glass keeping you contained in the cell. "You may think you're tough, but I eat men like you for breakfast."

You dragged your fingertip down the glass, watching Bucky's eyes flick toward the movement of your hand. "Lot of confidence for someone who's in a cell." He quipped, his eyes slowing moving from your hand to your face.

"Maybe that's part of my plan." You answered, slowly tilting your head as you looked at him.

"And what exactly is your plan?" Bucky asked. There was an intensity in his eyes, like he was trying to figure you out.

You gave him a big cheshire cat smile. "You'll see."