Avengers:The life of Morgan stark

Chapter25- A whole new world

As the jet touched down at the Avengers Tower, Morgan's heart raced with a mixture of relief and apprehension. Stepping onto the familiar ground of the hangar, she was met with the stern gaze of Nick Fury, his eyes ablaze with determination.

"Morgan Stark," Fury barked, his voice commanding attention. "You're to be placed in isolation until further notice. Natasha will question you."

Morgan's stomach churned with unease at the prospect of facing Natasha not as her aunt, but as an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. She knew that this interrogation would be different—that Natasha would be probing for information, searching for any clues that could lead them to their enemies.

Alone in her cell, Morgan's thoughts raced as she awaited Natasha's arrival. The silence of the room was punctuated only by the faint hum of the air conditioning, a stark contrast to the tumultuous storm of emotions raging within her.

As she sat in solitude, her ears strained to catch any sound from beyond the one-way glass that separated her from the outside world. And then, faintly at first, she heard the muffled voices of her family members drifting through the air.

"...need to tread carefully with her," she heard Natasha's voice, low and measured, tinged with concern.

"She's been through a lot," came Steve's reply, his tone gentle yet resolute. "We need to handle this delicately."

Morgan's heart swelled with a mixture of gratitude and apprehension at their words. Despite everything that had happened, despite the secrets and the lies that had torn them apart, her family was still standing by her side, ready to fight for her, to protect her at all costs.

As the door to the interrogation room swung open, Natasha Romanoff entered with a measured stride, her expression unreadable. Morgan met her aunt's gaze with a mixture of apprehension and determination, steeling herself for the probing questions to come.

"Sit," Natasha instructed, gesturing to the chair opposite her. Morgan obeyed, taking a seat and trying to steady her nerves as Natasha settled across from her.

The room was bathed in a harsh fluorescent light, casting stark shadows across their faces as Natasha began the interrogation.

"Morgan," Natasha began, her voice firm but not unkind. "I need you to tell me everything you know about the Red Room. About your time there, about their operations, about their plans."

Morgan's throat tightened at the mention of the Red Room, memories of her captivity flooding back with painful clarity. She took a deep breath, steeling herself before she spoke.

"I... I don't remember much," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "They... they took everything from me. My memories, my identity... I don't even know who I am anymore."

Natasha's gaze softened with sympathy, but she pressed on, her tone gentle yet unwavering. "Try to remember, Morgan. Anything you can tell us could be crucial in stopping them, in bringing justice for all those they've hurt."

Morgan closed her eyes, struggling to piece together fragmented memories, to push through the haze of confusion that clouded her mind. Slowly, haltingly, she began to speak, recounting snippets of her time in captivity, the faces of her captors, the horrors she had endured.

As Natasha listened intently, her expression a mix of concern and determination, Morgan felt a flicker of hope stir within her. Maybe, just maybe, with Natasha's help, she could unlock the secrets buried deep within her mind.

Morgan's words hung heavy in the air as she revealed the harrowing truth of her ordeal to Natasha. The gravity of her revelation weighed heavily on both of them, the implications of Hydra's involvement sending a shiver down Natasha's spine.