Hermione doesn't know when they'll call her for interrogation, but she can guess that it's the next day. She knows they'll give her times to get some rest, especially that she's not fully healed from her wounds yet. Even though she cannot move that much but she's happy for being pushed by Steve Rogers across the room, and fell on the ground with bruises and fractured bones and hard bump on her head. Because, even though she'd prepared for this, but she still needs time.

When morning comes, Hermione didn't expect it to be that fast. After singing with the boys last night with guitar and their melodious voices, she gets a peaceful sleep with Harry Styles by her side. She doesn't know why he's doing it -- maybe to accompany her rather than sleeping alone. Whatever the reasons are, she cannot let too much thoughts get into her mind because Harry and the boys will leave soon. So she wakes up with a big smile on her face like a little sunshine.

She hops out of bed, limping towards the attached washroom. Her legs are not hurt anymore but she still has to be careful. She realises that her hand is healed, no more feeling as if it's been screwed when she moves her hand. Although she still has a little trouble to breathe with her torso but she's happy that she can now move as much as she wants to. She doesn't need a wheelchair anymore. And by the time she's fully healed, she can organise an escape plan herself.

About time.

When she exits the washroom, finished doing her morning rituals, the door slides open and enters someone. She's tall, quite skinny, her hair is neatly put into a bun and has fine jaws. A wireless headphone sticks on her ear.

Agent Hill.

"Good morning, Hermione," she wishes. A wheelchair in front of her.

"Yeah, don't have to be so nice to me. Just tell straight to the point," Hermione replies as she limps back to her bed.

Agent Hill looks at Hermione for a few seconds, smiles to herself when she sees the resemblance between her and Tony Stark. Not just physically.

"Very well," Agent Hill says. "First of all, today, you'll have a medical check-up with our doctor. After that you'll get changed and you'll have to follow me for your next interrogation," she explains the schedule. "We've kept you too long here. Director Fury thinks it's time to questions you and all."

"Sounds like a good plan," Hermione replies with a shrug. "I'm dying staying here."

"That's good then." Agent Hill nods. "You-"

"What about these boys?" Hermione looks at each one of them, who are sleeping soundly. Her heart melts looking at those innocent faces, who'd been captured by Director Fury without any reasons.

"You don't have to worry about the boys," Agent Hills assures. "They'll be staying here safe and sound. Meanwhile you follow me to another room."

Hermione raises an eyebrow. "Why can't they just come here and check up on me here?"

"The boys are here. They're sleeping as you can see. Plus, it's an order."

Hermione scoffs. "I don't take orders."

"But you're an assassin."

"Not from someone like you," quickly Hermione remarks back. Her eyes glitter like a demon and her lips smirk.

Agent Hill takes a deep breath and sighs. "You're wasting the time, Hermione. Let's get going."

Hermione stares back at Agent Hill, before agreeing. "Fine." She hops out of her bed once again and limps towards Agent Hill and sits on the wheelchair to follow the woman out of the room, to the hallway.

Hermione didn't speak. She takes her time sitting on the wheelchair looking through every nook of the hallway in the headquarter. Apart from steel floor and protected rooms and narrow hallway, she doesn't get much. She won't know how to escape because there's no easy access to it. The roof above her head seems obstacle-proof. If there's a way, she has to know where to go in the desserted hallway.

Agents pass by after this turn and that turn. No one looks at her. From afar from the straight hallway, she catches a glimpse of someone familiar in the shadow but to her luck, only when she enters another hospital room the shadow appears, showing Tony's face.

~

"Hermione," Director Fury greets the girl as they gather in a typical interrogation room with a table in the middle of the room and a fluorescent light glowing above, "long time no see you. I hope you're getting better."

Quickly from the friendly gesture, Hermione snorts. "Physically, I can't tell you how good I feel," she replies as she glares at the director with a smirk. "But mentally... I can't explain how strong I want to get out of here."

Director and Natasha, who's also in the room, glance at Tony, who sits at the edge of the table, on Hermione's left. That man can't do anything else, except rolling his eyes and shrugs.

"Either way I am glad to hear it," Fury turns back to Hermione. "But I am sorry to say, Miss Hermione that we cannot let you go."

"Aw, that should be bad, isn't it?" Hermione leans back to her chair, bringing her shackled hands down to her laps.

Fury, Natasha and Tony gets quiet, do not know what to reply -- or do not dare to reply. Neither of them wants to risk their temper talking to Hermione when they haven't started the interrogation yet. The young assassin is hard to handle. Her father didn't deny it even.

"Alright, well," Fury lets out a heavy sigh and he moves from a wall and takes a seat in front of Hermione. "Let's start, shall we? Wouldn't want to waste any more time," he says as he opens the file that lays on the table hopelessly.

Hermione glances at Tony as if telling him, "You better erased what I told you to" before she replies, "Sure," to Fury. She leans forward to the table, resting her hands on the table.

She's ready.

"Okay, first of the first," the director begins. He's calm and collected. It doesn't have to do that he's handling an 18-year-old. "What's your real name?"

"Hermione?"

"It's not what I heard," Fury states as he glances at Tony.

"Oh, so he'd already told you," the girl says in sarcastically. She doesn't look afraid at all, nor does she look intimidated by Director Fury and everyone around her.

"Let's start again, Miss Hermione," Fury says. "What is your real name?"

"Helen Joanna Stark," Hermione answers. "Named after my mother's mother. Joanna."

"What do you do for your life?"

"Killing people. I get a lot of money with that."

"Why did you choose to be an assassin?"

"Why's that so important to you?" Hermione asks in real confusion.

"Someone requests me to ask you." Fury gives Hermione a knowing look.

The chocolate-eyed girl glances at the man who sits beside her under her eyelashes.

She sighs. "Because," she starts with a mumble, "we only kill businessmen," she answers as she looks up at the director. "When it's the time, I want to kill the right businessman." Her voice sounds so passionate.

The room becomes suddenly tense with Hermione's answer.

Around her, Hermione can feel Fury goes speechless. He looks so startled with her unexpected answer. He doesn't have a child but he can imagine how Tony must be possibly feeling -- hurt, broken. He can see it in Tony's face though Tony's not one to show his emotion to his colleague. Natasha, who can feel Tony's feeling, strides towards him and squeezes his shoulder.

"Helen," Tony calls, turning to his daughter.

"I don't want to talk to you!" she quickly warns the man.

"But, Helen-"

"Hold on, Stark," Natasha tries to calms her friend. "This is not your interrogation. It's hers."

Stark let out a heavy sighs while closing his eyes. His two fingers pinching his temple. He nods.

"Which one do you prefer to call?" Fury asks after a few seconds after making sure Tony has cooled down. "Helen or Hermione?"

"Hermione," she answers before Fury finishes his question.

Tony grimaces.

"Okay, then." He nods his head. "What did you do at the concert?"

"To have fun."

Fury raises his eyebrows. "You weren't on your mission?"

"Did you collect any devices?" Hermione asks confidently.

"Yes, we did, but it seems clear from any calls." Calls. Fury means the mission.

"It's because it is my personal phone," Hermione tells him. "Why should I bring any stuffs related to my job when I'm having fun?" She laughs. "I have my own life."

"So you're telling us that you do not have any connection with the person you're working with when you're not working?"

Hermione nods. "That's exactly what I am telling you," she says firmly.

"So you do not know what happens in your base when you're out, lounging?"

"Villa," Hermione corrects Fury with the word 'base.' "Yes."

Fury nods his head understood while standing up and backs away and looks up at the red-haired woman. "Natasha?" he calls, a sign for her to continue the interrogation.

Natasha nods and rounds Tony, taking Fury's seat as Hermione watches her. "Hey, Hermione," Natasha greets the girl in her raspy friendly voice.

"Hi," Hermione replies lowly. Her heart pumps fast in her rib cage, anxious to face the Black Widow.

"Hmm, do you want to make a deal?" she asks Hermione with a smirk. Hermione reminds her of herself.

Hermione's heart pumps even faster, it makes her breath shaking. "Sure," she answers as calm as possible, doesn't want to let her guard down.

"You don't want to hear it first?"

Hermione rolls her eyes and smirks. "You think I care what the deals are?"

"Oh, be careful with your own words, Hermione. Don't want to loose anything, do you?"

"I don't have anything to loose," Hermione replies coldly.

Natasha hears Tony sighs heavily. "Don't you? What about the man beside you? You rather loose him than telling is where's your base?"

"Villa," Hermione quickly corrects Natasha. One word doesn't give her a risk, does it? "I'd be happy to do it myself though."

"HELEN!" Tony looses his temper with Hermione's answer, punching the table loudly that it sounded like a bomb. His chair flies far backwards.

Hermione and Natasha jump on their seats. Each of them looks at Tony in surprise and fear. Meanwhile Fury at the wall almost fell. He feels his heart as if falls out of its place.

"That's too much, Helen! That's too much!"

"What too much?!" Hermione yells back. "You think I can forget what you did to my mother and myself? Mom was pregnant when she killed herself, Mr. Stark, did you know that? I was about to have a younger sibling that I'd been wanting so bad."

Tony's eyes sting as he listens to Hermione and in no time his tears fall like heavy rain, doesn't care if Fury sees him or if Natasha sees him or Helen sees him. He can't hold what's left anymore. As much as how Helen cannot keep her secrets anymore.

"Helen, I am sorry, I didn't know."

"Keep that. It's not just my mom that you've killed," Hermione speaks with struggle as she, too, is holding herself from crying. "But my younger sibling."

"Helen-"

"When the police came, they took me straight away to an orphanage," she begins opening up with her old life story for Tony but telling Widow. "They signed up my name and told me that it was the right place for me. Mother died. Father didn't claim me. And then only a few months after that a man came and took me. Arnold Rooster. He took care of me like a father would. He trained me how to defend myself, and hold a gun for emergency use. But I became accustom to it. When I should be playing dolls, the gun was my toy.

When I knew it was actually an assassination programme, I told him I wanted to be one. See. He didn't force me into the assassination like I was forced by someone to watch my own mother killed herself with my own eyes. I wanted to. Because I feel joy killing people, imagining killing the person that caused the deaths of my mom and younger sibling."

"Where did Arnold Rooster take you? Do you still live there now?"

"No!" Hermione screams. "I won't tell you any of it! I didn't protect my mom and my younger sibling well enough. So I am protecting what I have now."

"And it's not, Tony?" someone is being a flint.

"NO!"

"Helen-"

A sudden push of the door by someone they're very familiar with stops their interrogation. As he enters the room with a worried expression, everybody turns to look at Steve with a questioning look.

"Captain, what-"

"Nick, I am sorry," he says as he enters the room with his hands up in the air.

As if on cue, a few fully dressed teenage boys enter the room harshly, yelling, "Hands up! Hands up!" to every adult in the interrogation room. Every boy puts the adults down on the floor, as one of them reaches Hermione and takes her go without glancing back.

Good, Hermione thought. She didn't have to plan an escape plan.

"Helen!" Tony screams. "HELEN!"

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