The room is spartan: a metal table, two chairs, and gray walls. On one side, Calista, with an unwavering, quiet expression. On the other, Nick Fury with his hands folded on the table, and Maria Hill beside him. Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, and Thor are standing or leaning against the walls.
Nick: You're wasting our time. And yours. Look around, girl. The Avengers are all here. What does that tell you?
Once again, the girl looks away and falls silent. The group sighs; Calista was difficult to deal with.
Maria: It tells you that what you know is important. Vital.
*The captain approaches Calista, standing in front of her, the table separating them. He'd already given many lectures at schools for rebellious teenagers; Calista must have been just another one.
Steve: Calista, no one here wants to hurt you. But what Ultron was planning... we need to know. Innocent people have already been hurt because of him. You have a chance to prevent more from suffering.
Natasha: We saw the footage, Calista. You weren't being coerced. You were... helping. Why?
Tony takes a step forward, his tone more incisive.
Tony: Come on, Cinderella. Did the psychopathic giant robot give you a scooter? A glow-up? Because the only thing Ultron dispenses is chaos. What did he promise you that would make you betray your own planet?
Her voice soft, but thick with experience, she was once a girl like Calista.
Wanda: I know what it's like to be used. The pain. The void he fills with lies. If it was out of fear, we can help. But you must speak.
Thor: Our realms are bound by the peace we fight to maintain. Ultron knows no peace, only destruction. Silence is a weapon that serves him. Break that silence. Honor the life he seeks to extinguish.