She didn't want to listen to this garbage, this snivelling attempt at psychological torture. The Winter Soldier had been party to far worse than this man's pathetic trial to win her over. She was cursing at how strong he was despite the wound and desperately tried to reach for the handle of her gun to finish her mission and go back. Did she want to go back?
Mother? She did falter at that word and something flashed behind her eyes finally. It was longing, not recognition; an empty place inside her wanting to be noticed and fulfilled. "I have no mother..." She raged against his fingers at her mask and glared up at him as he saw her face.
Her skin was pale and bare, cheeks and eyes hollow; they fed her enough to keep her fuelled but lean and strong. She had not an ounce of anything extraneous to keep her muscles from their potential. "You want to play this game? I have survived far worse than you could ever imagine."