Guinevere Stark
Guin raised an eyebrow at Lance. She remembered it all in perfect detail and she didn't understand why he didn't seem to - unless he meant it as a rhetorical question. Her body felt awful, though, like an intense cleanse had just been done on it. It reminded her of some of the so called therapeutic diets they forced them to adhere to in rehab. "Why don't you remember?" she asked him bluntly. "And you agreed to intern for him - as well as steal documents from your father and meet with him daily so he could keep up your control..."
"Whatever you agreed to, you aren't doing it. Period," Banner said sternly. "Agreements made under mind control won't hold up in court." He also didn't want Lance going anywhere near these people again. He knew there were sick bastards in the world, but he never wanted them to do anything to his kid. Lance was the only good thing he'd ever brought into the world and he didn't want to lose him. Lance was supposed to be his legacy.
"Hammer wanted me to build him a prototype for Project Ultron and deliver it to him - and for Lance to steal files. He's working with Kilgrave - gave him some flash drive....I remember all of it," she then explained. "It's kinda like Kilgrave couldn't control all of my mind...Like half of it went rogue against him..." She was looking a little green. Kilgrave's control was messing with her sobriety.