And we all know that having parents means little in this day and age. Surrogates are a common place, but I guess the only thing going for you is that her parents died a long time ago according to her. And you don't look identical, so you can't be a clone. [It was ruling out a lot of the relations specifically to make it clear that no matter what she was, who had made her or how, she'd still just be Ava to him: that skinny little red-head with a lobsided Yankees ball cap on.] Sounds like your mom was a gem though. Least they handed you off to more responsible people with better parental skills. [STRIKE was hardly that, but they took care of her better than experimentation.

For him, childhood just happened to be one of those humps that everyone had to go through in order to come out the other side the wonderfully damaged individuals that they would be. Some had it worse than others. And none of it mattered here and now in a world where everything they had known was long gone, and it was all about how adaptable one was. Least they were out of the blizzard and the cave was warming with the fire crackling merrily.]

All you had to say was: he ran the Red Room and I already know what kind of guy he is. [Though many of the KGB went into hiding after the regime and slowly made their way back into power from what he knew. The whole crimes against humanity thing was still frowned upon after all.] There's another guy in Stasis to watch out for; he goes by the name Kilgrave, and he's on SHIELD's kill-on-sight sniper list. I'll show you him next time we're up there.

[He offered her a sour look. What a sassy woman she'd become! He was completely blaming everyone else for that.] We clearly should have washed your mouth out with soap more often, you sassy thing. Rollins always had a soft spot for you, so pretty certain he'd tolerate you being around.