Color scheme | Pietro Maximoff

Chapter 4

     Eventually, what the Avengers refer to at the 'Quinjet' (as Elizabeth had picked up from the flight) landed on Stark Tower.

     "So who is going to be the one to move her to the prison room? I know it sure won't be me," Sam asks the group.

     "So you're just going to throw me in a cell? I guess that's to be expected."

     "Hopefully it's temporary," Steve informs her, "If you could manage to be less aggressive."

     "I guess I'm staying in there forever then," Natasha raised her gun to face Elizabeth after that comment.

     "Don't make this harder than it has to be. We're moving you to your cell, if you make any attempt to attack us we won't hesitate to shoot you," demands Natasha.

     "Yeah, yeah. Whatever," Elizabeth replies as Steve undoes her chains, but still leaves her handcuffs on. He grabs her arm firmly, but not painfully, and leads her into Stark Tower.

     "Cool place," She mutters as she is guided through the tower.

     "Thanks, designed it myself," Tony brags.

     ~~••Time skip••~~

     Elizabeth and the Avengers finally made their way to her cell.

     "It's not as bad as I thought it would be," she  mumbled as she looked around the room. The first thing she spotted was a camera, great. The cell had a small bathroom in the left corner with walls up for privacy, in which the Avengers warned her that if she spent too long in there they would come investigate. Just to be sure she wasn't doing anything suspicious. In the right corner was a small nightstand next to a very comfy looking bed. But maybe that's just because she's used to her mattress at HYDRA, which was practically a mat with a thin layer of cotton stuffed inside.

     "Check the nightstand, we put some spare battle suits inside the drawer. That way you don't have to wear the same dirty outfit every day," Natasha informed her.

     "...Thanks."

     "Well, we'll leave you alone for now. We have a meeting to attend to," Steve informs her while removing her handcuffs. The Avengers shut her cell door and left, all except for Pietro. He stood on the outside of her cell, reading her face with crossed arms. She looked away uncomfortably, then looked back at him.

     "What?" She finally asked.

     "Well, you know all of our names," he began, "But we don't know yours. I would like to know."

     "It's Neuronica, I'm sure you already knew that considering you planned to kidnap me."

     "Not that name. I want to know your real name."

     "What- no. That's classified," instead of taking her seriously, Pietro only smirked while rolling his eyes.

     "Most of your information is classified, yes?"

"You aren't getting anything from me. So you might as well leave."

"Fine. Keep your secrets," Pietro sighed as he dashed off.

     Elizabeth fell onto her bed and screamed into her pillow. She hates them. She wants to get back to HYDRA where she belongs. She had a pattern to live by, and now that sense of direction is gone.

     Perspective change!

     "Well that could have gone better," Rhodey sighed.

     "It could have gone worse too," countered Steve, "Did you see how amazed she was when she saw color? We can use that to our advantage. If she sees that life outside of HYDRA is better than her life before, she might come to our side."

     "And if she doesn't?" Asks Natasha.

     "We'll figure that out later. We have to at least make an effort to win her over instead of just throwing her away."

     "HYDRA can really mess a person up. I understand if she needs a while before she can trust us," states Bucky.

     "Does she even have to tell us? Can't Wanda just read her thoughts? That would give us quick information," said Sam.

     "I have already tried that. She is being very careful with her thoughts around me."

     "Looks like we will have to get our information the slow way," says Steve, "We gain her trust, help her realize that HYDRA is a terrible organization, and maybe she'll help us. Right now is just a waiting game."

     "But how is she supposed to trust us when she is locked in a cell?" Pietro questions.

     "We give her something she likes. Tony, do you think you can wipe a phone to where it only has youtube? It obviously wouldn't be safe giving her access to the internet, but just youtube won't hurt. That way she has music and other forms of entertainment."

     "It'll be more like an IPod, but yeah. I can do that."

     ~~{Time skip}~~

     Elizabeth was lost in her thoughts when she heard frantic footsteps treading down the hall. In a second, Pietro was standing right in front of her cell.

     "Oh. It's you again," she rolled her eyes.

     "Nice to see you again too," the roadrunner joked.

     "What do you want this time?"

     "Nothing. But I have something for you," he extended his arm through the small gap between the bars, holding a small rectangle with dangling wires connected to it. Elizabeth quickly slipped on her heeled boots and approached him cautiously.

     "Why did you put on your shoes? There was no reason to-"

     "Never mind that," she interrupted him as she inspected the device, slowly taking it from him. "What is this?"

     "It is a phone with earbuds. You have never had a phone before?" She shook her head in response. He sighed and showed her every aspect of the phone he could think of, which wasn't too complicated considering there was only youtube.

     "So what's this for?"

     "For music. When the earbuds are connected to the phone, you just put them in your ears and listen to music. Everyone deserves to enjoy color, and since you can only enjoy color with music, it is the least we can do," she stared at him with a baffled face, as she had never received this treatment from HYDRA.

     "Uh- thank... thank you."

     "It is no problem, enjoy your music. Though there is not much color down here, it still must be better than no color at all. Goodbye, возлюбленная," before she had time to respond, he sprinted off.

     Instead of getting aggravated like the last time he called her sweetheart, Elizabeth found a small smile forming across her face as she looked down at her phone.

     "Bye."