CHAPTER 2
The four agents stared at the one way mirror.
"What the fuck are they doing?" said Clint, arms crossed. "Do they know the door is locked?"
"The pressure they're exerting on the door is unlike the estimated strength of kids their age," said Maria, tapping a tablet with the statistics of the holding cell as the others stared at the two girls trying to shove the door open.
"Well, we were kinda expecting that. One of them did blow up a cafe," said Colson.
"The other just snapped a pair of high-grade handcuffs in half," added Clint.
"We were expecting them not to be normal, remember. When they were brought in they looked almost as surprised as we did," Coulson shrugged.
"They still might know something," said Maria.
The girls had stopped shoving at the door and were sitting on the ground and seemed to be having a heated conversation.
"Why don't we just turn on the mics?" said Natasha.
"Fury would skin us alive if we tried to talk to them. He told us just to observe. If any of us are going to talk to them we need to go in, and do it face to face," said Maria
"I didn't say we should talk to them I just think we should listen," said Natasha.
"I agree with Natasha, they could be saying something that could help us figure out who they are, or why they're here." stated Clint.
Maria nodded, and tapped the tablet. Two voices filled the room.
"Jesus Christ, Mr. Pittman is going to kill us," sighed Kat, tapping her fingers in a steady rhythm on the floor.
"We are so, so dead. I'm so never gonna be section leader, ever," Snorted Maxy.
"Oh my god! We're going to miss the competition. And now we're locked in a prison cell," snarled Kat.
Albeit it was a nice prison cell. The floor and walls were smooth concrete with a dark mirror on the top half of the wall opposite from the door, and the ceiling seemed to be sound dampening.
"Yeah in a Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division prison cell. You know in the M.C.U.," said Maxy.
"What? You have got to be fucking kidding me! This is just great. We are separated from our friends, you blew up a coffee shop, and now you're saying we are stuck in the M.C.U?" raged Kat.
"He looked just like Samuel L. Jackson," Maxy hissed.
"So what your saying is we have been kidnapped by S.H.I.E.L.D? In the M.C.U.?"
"That seems to be the case, I mean dude. We just saw. Stark. Tower. Where were you expecting to be?"
"Well to be honest, not really here. So... Say we are in the M.C.U, where Devin, Justin, Becca, and Jeremy? They weren't with us when we woke up."
"Who knows? I suspect all of this happened because of… uh, the T-Word? Where else did it affect other than N.Y.C during the M.C.U timeline so far?"
"The 'T-Word' would have affected Asgard. They handle stuff like it often. I think."
Maxy face palmed, letting out a frustrated sigh, "Fuck."
"Fuck is right, it also could have affected the-"
"We're not supposed to know about Asgard, Kat."
Kat let out a frustrated breath and proceeded to punch the metal table from where she was sitting. Causing it to bend in half under the force. "This is all that damned Loki's fault; he just had to fuck with the damn T-word!"
"You might as well say Tesseract now that you've spilled the beans," said Maxy, eyeing the table.
"Right, but how are we going to get out of here if the Tesseract brought us here?" snapped Kat.
"We get the tesseract to take us back!"
"How?!"
Maxy scrunched up her face in thought and put her head in her hands.
Kat leaned back and looked up at the ceiling. This whole ordeal was becoming less dream-like by the second. She touched the tips her too-long hair. It lay on the floor from where she was sitting, but it was lighter in weight and color than it ever had been. 3 hours ago, it had been short- not as short as Max's had been- cut and layered at her shoulders, almost black brown and thick enough to still feel weighted even with the short style. Her nails (and toenails) had been longer than five inches when she arrived in New York, and still would be if she didn't carry a pocket knife everywhere she was allowed to take it. Max had them as well, and her hair was almost as long. It looked strange on her, the longest Kat had ever seen her best friend's hair was down to her mid back, and that was in eighth grade. We all make bad choices in eighth grade. But it wasn't important. Not right now.
And she didn't forget the super strength! Looking down at herself she saw more muscle than ever, which was strange, considering she had been practically made of it before. She just broke a table with a single punch. That couldn't be normal even as completely ripped as she felt. If they were in the Marvel Cinematic Universe then that last year of kickboxing lessons were worth a lot more now.
The strangest feeling though, was the fact that she felt older. There wasn't much change other the hair growth and the muscle physically, but mentally she felt older. But it might just be her growing stress levels.
Her best friend had blown up a Starbucks, with Kat-didn't-know-what. Electricity? Tesseract stuff? It was blue- she knew that. The same bright color as the light in the forest. Kat wondered if she could do it to. It was worth a shot to try! Kat tried to will something to happen. She tried to imagine Maxy's blue energy doing something.
"How in gods name do two destructive teenage girls know what the Tesseract is?" said Clint.
"They knew about Loki. Do you think they hacked into our system? Someone get a technician on that," said Coulson.
"I don't think that the shortest one could hacked our system, and I doubt that the other did as well. They're talking so openly about they Tesseract. Which means they still haven't figured out that they're being recorded," said Maria.
"They were avoiding the word at first, remember?" said Colson
"Yes, but if they were professional then they would've come up with a decent keyword beforehand," Natasha stated.
"True enough, Nat, but from what we've seen they aren't professional. And they aren't exactly normal either. Are none of us going to address the fact that the little one smashed the table with her bare hands?" said Clint.
"Do you think they're working for someone?" asked Maria.
"It is possible, but the thing is, that even with how much S.H.I.E.L.D knows about the world's threats- as far as I know ,we've never heard of a Pittman," Said Phil.
"Run the two new faces and names through the program, search for a Pittman in the Threats Database," said Maria into an earpiece.
"We can run the faces, but we don't know their names. Fury never asked for them. He got fed up left before he got them. The short one calls the taller one Maxy though." said Natasha.
"The short one was called Peter P.," Barton interrupted.
"I don't think that's her name," Natasha said dryly.
"Run both of those, just in case," Phil stated before exiting the room to report to Fury.
She sat there, eyes closed and face screwed with growing frustration until she felt something and concentrated harder yanking on that little string of thought in the back of her mind.
"-at. Kat. KAT!"
Kat's head jerked up and her eyes snapped open. "What?!" She asked with wide eyes. "What happened?!"
Maxy's face softened from a pinched worried expression, though her back stayed ramrod straight and her hand on Kat's shoulder.
"Your hands were pink and grew… bigger, muscley-er," said Maxy, pulling her hand back.
"Really? Huh…" said Kat, rubbing her hands together.
"Huh what?" said Maxy.
"I was trying to do what you did."
"What I did? Wait! You mean blowing up the cafe?!" half-screeched Max as she leaned forward.
"Not blowing it up! Just the blue stuff!" Countered Kat.
Max harumphed.
"They don't even seem to know their own powers,"
"If they didn't understand their powers shouldn't they be freaking out more?"
"The- Maxy, seems to be in some sort of shock. And her friend's name is Kat. Run that," Said Maria.
"Already did, nothing came up. It's like they were wiped from the databases, there is nothing on either of them," Clint thought out loud.
"Search the cloud for any pictures of their faces," said Natasha into her earpiece.
"We need a plan if nothing comes up on them," Maria said.
"Something has to," said Natasha.
Barton looked at them after he gets finished listening to his earpiece and says," They just finished the search and it came up negative. We have nothing on them."
End Chapter
AN/ Hello valued readers of this shitty fanfic! How was this wonderfully unbetad chapter?
Reviews are valuable, if only pointing out a grammar, spelling, or OOC moments. Thanks! And will be updating next week maybe sooner.
Sorry for all of the dialogue in these chapters I swear it'll get better.
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