yeah, you took the easy way out with me. and that's what you always do; instead of facing the music, instead of having to roll up your sleeves and work, you run away like a coward. [she knows that none of that has really anything to do with her either. as always, it involves her aunt or the avengers, never her. the metal of the handcuffs bounding her hands clink and clank, as she moves.]

let's get one thing straight, rogers; my hatred for you before was natural and, frankly, baseless. i hated you because you broke my aunt's heart; because she placed her trust and faith in you and you threw it in her face. i loved my aunt and you hurt her. of course, i'd hate you. what you did to me only intensified and justified it.