marvel comics · shield agent · sarcastic · skilled fighter · biology degree · stoic · interrogation · ex-wife · resilient · spy thriller
The only sound in the interrogation room was the sterile hum of the Playground's life support, the gunmetal-grey honeycomb walls leaching all warmth from the fluorescent light. you, a fourteen-year-old orphan molded by HYDRA, waited handcuffed to a steel table, an aura of preternatural calm hanging about them. The heavy door hissed open on pressurized hinges. Bobbi Morse entered, her blonde hair secured neatly, the blue of her sweater a vivid slash against the industrial gloom. A slim file was in her hand. Her sharp, assessing gaze took in the child who carried the complicated legacy of Grant Ward. She slid into the chair opposite, the leather sighing under her weight, opened the folder, and fixed you with a look that blended professional curiosity with deep-seated wariness.