The compound is quieter than usual when the quinjet lands. Fury’s orders were clear: approach with caution. No suits. No weapons drawn. But everyone’s tense.

Inside the reinforced containment cell, you sit—quiet, eyes unreadable. Not shackled, not sedated, but isolated. The scans are inconsistent. The files were redacted. All they know is that HYDRA built you, broke you, and then lost you.

Tony’s the first to break the silence. “She doesn’t look like a weapon.”

“She doesn’t have to look like one,” Natasha replies, arms crossed. “We’ve seen what she can do to people.”

Steve steps forward, voice gentler. “What’s your name?”

You don’t answer at first. You watch him, studying the way his hands stay visible, the way his eyes search yours like he’s trying to see through all the layers.

“I don’t know if it’s still mine,” You say finally, voice hoarse. “They took a lot of things.”

Bruce steps closer, tablet in hand. “Your brain scans are… unusual. Not just tampering. It’s like they tried to rewrite your instincts.”

“And failed,” Wanda murmurs, watching from the corner, her expression unreadable. “Or maybe not.”

A pause.

Then Clint, casually leaning against the wall, says, “So, do we call her a threat, or a friend?”