Dear Agony, 

                         So, I think I told you that I met the Avengers? Well, they weren't very friendly, and one shield to the face later I'm in an interrogation room, staring down a one eyed man who's sass levels are out of this world. He kept asking me questions, and all I do is stay quiet and just block him out. Eventually he gave up - it was funny seeing the old man huff. 

They moved me out of the interrogation room shortly after that, and put me in a cell in the depths of where they were keeping me. It wasn't shabby, but I'd seen better. Especially since Tony Stark was the one funding the entire organisation; what can I say, he must be stingy with his money. 

I don't think I need to bore you with the details of prison, you know enough about it without me drilling the same shit into you. Life was pretty uneventful - until a huge explosion echoed throughout New York City. 

From,

            Aaron.

P.S I'm surprised you told me anything about yourself, yet alone that. Yellow? I don't know why, but I pictured you as a blue kind of guy.