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The soldier had been sitting in this exact chair for hours. He had no choice. After their commercial flight had landed in LAX, Natalia had injected him with a drug to knock him out. It hit fast, making his memory of what happened right after blurry. She had said something to him, maybe an apology? An apology for what? Betraying him? Betraying Russia? She was working for the Americans...no, worse than that; she was working for S.H.I.E.L.D.. Why would he ever accept an apology from a traitor? But after that...he tapped his fingers on the stainless steal table, trying to jog his memory. He had never fully passed out; he could vaguely remember the events that unfolded.
Natalia feigned as if he’d simply passed out, pleaing for help from the individuals around them. It gets fuzzy for a moment until his eye lids are being pushed back as a paramedic...no, a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent shines a light in his eyes to test the contraction of his pupils. The next moment of consciousness he can remember is several scientist figuring out how to remove his cybernetic arm and then he woke up here, his right wrist handcuffed to the table as the asked his round after round of questions expecting to get something different from him. And that’s when she walked in.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent occupying the chair got up and left the room, leaving him alone with Natalia.
“Are they assuming that you’ll actually get me to talk?” he asked, leaning back in chair to prepare for another couple hours of interrogation.
