Clint's P.O.V.

What was it worth? The kid died, and we couldn't help her. God, why do I feel so guilty? I walk out of the room and see Nat sitting on the floor, reliving memories that I tried to keep away from her. Did she think that Ava might have gone through what she did. I hope she didn't. She had such a short life I wish it wasn't horrible. Was it? I slide down next to Nat.

"I-I can't believe that they did that to her! A-and she looks s-so m-much like Emma! E-Emma, who died at the red room! I couldn't save her or Ava! How am I a hero?" She sniffles.

"Because, unlike common believe, your a kind person. You make mistakes, but you find out a way in the end. And maybe, just maybe, we shone a light on her world. Did you see her face when we ran into her? She was so relieved and happy that people care about her. You did good." I try to explain to her. "And did you see the hope in her eyes. We inspired her. You inspired her."

"I just feel horrible about it."

"I know, how about you get some rest, you need it"

Winter's P.O.V

Why does that girl think that I don't deserve this treatment? Who is she? Why is she here? I she going to help me on my missions? I look at the man in the room.

"Ice him and send him away." The lab coat says

"Yes sir!" The guards grab me and drag me out. We walk down corridors and I see the girl, doubled over in pain, crying. God, she'll be slaughtered here if she keeps crying like that. But, strangely, I want to help her. To stop the pain. Am I growing weak?