A/N: Chapter two now redone, several mistakes removed which made me embarrassed no-one told me I called Fury a 'her' *facepalm* I must have not been paying much attention when I first wrote this.

Since that first brief- and intimidating- meeting with Fury, I'd been called into that room several times and questioned on the same matter. Who was I, who was I working for, what was my purpose in coming here- the usual assortment of questions. Most of the time it was Fury, sometimes Coulson would be involved in the standard 'good cop, bad cop' routine, sometimes it was Coulson on his own (And he could be quite intimidating as well as it turned out) and once I'd even had Agent Hill sit in, whom I'd taken an immediate disliking too. Not to say that I liked her in the film. Speaking of film, I was surprised at how easily I'd excepted and was dealing with the fact that I had gone through a portal and ended up in the Avengers Assemble movie. I would have doubted my own sanity were it not for the tests I'd gone through to determine that already.

The next time I was called out to the interrogation room, i was surprised to see that the one who would be questioning me was none other than Clint Barton AKA Hawkeye. My inner fangirl was pleased by this whilst the more fearful part of my mind hoped i didn't end up pinned to a target. It would also be a chance to see how he actually is in this world seeing as for most of the time in the film he was a mindless zombie, that and my inner fangirl wanted to compare him to comic Hawkeye.

"So we're a movie where you come from," he said, more of a statement than a question and more than enough to throw me off completely. "What's it about?"

My first thought was does he really believe me? Quickly followed by they're trying to find out how much I know and then off me. Plus why had they even sent him in here in the first place? He didn't seem like the interrogating type. My guess was that he was here to cure his boredom or something, questioning the crazy girl who thought she lived in a movie. There was no way that anyone on this floating scrapheap believed a single word I said, as evidenced by the fact they were still continuously questioning me and had yet to mention anything about letting me go

"It's a collection of films," I replied cautiously, watching him for any signs that he was just doing this to amuse himself and embarrass me- which wasn't that hard, trust me. I avoided mentioning that they were also comic book characters just to avoid even more difficulty and because I wasn't sure if I had mentioned that before."Why do you want to know?"

"Curious," he said simply, shrugging slightly and leaning back on his chair in a way that would be more suited to a meeting of friends at a café or something. This was less like an interrogation and more like a friendly chat than anything else. "I'm going to guess Tony Stark has his own move."

"Yes, and Thor Odinson, Bruce Banner and Steve Rogers." He didn't seem bothered by the fact I knew their names, and I guessed that was because I'd already mentioned I knew about the Avengers Initiative. "Then there's Avengers Assemble- the latest film."

"And what happens in this film?"

"I can't tell you," I replied immediately, and he raised an eyebrow. "It hasn't happened yet."

"And how do you know that?" He seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say, even though he most likely still didn't believe a word I was saying.

I thought about it, because I couldn't tell him that was because Coulson was still alive and that was even though I didn't want him to die. There were numerous things I could tell them, but they all boiled down to one fact and even that I wasn't sure to tell Thinking about it, I decided that is was the closest event to the start and they probably wouldn't be able to change it without details which I would not give;

"You still have the Tesseract."

That definitely caught his attention and he leant forward on his chair now a more serious subject had arisen.

"It gets taken?" he asked, and I nodded. "By who?"

There I hesitated- I couldn't very well tell him that Loki was going to come marching into town and steal their glow cube, which meant I also couldn't tell him they'd get it back but then Thor would take it back with him to Asgard. Especially since if I told him then Loki would find out when he made Barton his 'slave' and that would mean that this could take a turn for the worse. So the options were either I didn't tell him, which wouldn't change anything and probably land me in a nuthouse or tell him and risk Loki finding out and then changing things so he would come out on top. To be honest though neither option seemed pleasant, especially as the former also carried the risk of me being offed and that made the latter all the more appealing. I mean I could tell them of Loki's arrival and have Barton kept away so he wouldn't turn, but who was to say they'd believe me? As far as they were concerned I was loco, and a possible enemy. What I told them could be a trap, so they wouldn't take any chances- and there was a chance that even if they did believe me that I couldn't change anything, although I'd probably never find that out.

"I can't really tell you," I replied hesitantly and he sat back in his chair with a hard look on his face. To be honest it was kind of hard not to confess just there and then, but Barton was a security risk and even though I wasn't with these guys I sure as hell wasn't going to let them blame me when Loki took over the world. "Besides you don't actually believe me."

"No, I don't," he agreed. "But your ideas are certainly quite interesting."

"So is talking to me your version of daytime television?" I asked, slightly sarcastically and congratulating myself at not flinching at the resumed hard look. "So if you don't believe me then do you think I'm crazy?"

"Maybe," he said vaguely, which didn't console me at all.

"Do you normally have your enemies coming up with such lies?" I questioned, trying to hint that if I was going to lie then this was a bit too extreme a lie and obviously so fake- which is why they didn't believe me of course.

"No- but then again we've never had a situation like this," he pointed out, and I guessed he meant random person appearing via Tesseract- well he didn't have long until it happened again. Then he could play slave to the drama queen Loki, only to be saved by getting hit on the head by Romanoff and then show off his awesome skills when fighting the Chitauri. I mean I wish I could hit something without looking, but generally the only times that happens is by accident and leaves me embarrassed rather than proud. "But until we figure out how you got the Tesseract to send you here we can't exclude the idea that you might actually be a threat to this country."

He said that like it was the stupidest idea in the world- which was true but also hurt and made me want to hand him over to the Sheriff of Nottingham.

"Why? Do I look like some kind of super genius who knows how to work your magic cube?" I asked, trying to phrase it in a way that didn't indicate that I was an idiot but still pointed out the fact that I had no idea how to work that thing- not that they'd believe me. "What do I have to do to make you guys believe me?"

"Well you could tell us something that's going to happen, and if it does come true we might then give your answers some credibility," replied Barton, and I considered what I could actually tell them- it would have to be something soon if I wanted a chance of going home. But it would also have to be something that I couldn't possibly know about- by their standards- and something that Loki couldn't use.

"Someone else is going to come through, willingly though and he will actually be a threat," I said as I figured it out, hoping that this wouldn't lead to Loki's immediate capture- not that I'd complain, but the Chitauri were something to worry about and I had no idea what that army would do if that happened.

"And who is this someone?" asked Barton, predictably.

"I can't tell you," I replied, hoping my face didn't read 'I'm allied with said someone' and instead something more positive. "Not to you at least."

Now even if they did believe I was allied with Loki, they couldn't expect me to know that Barton was going to be turned over to the dark side and turn from Robin Hood to Storm Shadow. It was probably the only time I would have a chance to prove to them that i was not a total nutjob and was in fact telling the truth.

"So what do you reckon that was about?" asked Barton as he and Fury watched through the tapes. "Is she trying to turn us against one another?"

"I don't think there's any point in trying to figure out what's going on in her head," the Director replied, frowning as he studied her body language- she seemed to believe what she was saying, even if no-one else did. He would have just called her crazy and had done with it were it not for the psych evaluation. "We can't believe anything she says even if she does- the only reason we haven't carted her off to an insane asylum is because we don't know how or why she's here."

"And there's a chance that if this is true she could hold some valuable information," guessed the archer and Fury turned to him with a stern look on his face.

"A lot of strange things have happened in this world, but they at least can be made sense of," he said. "But if you're trying to get me to believe that there is another world out there were we are fictional characters to whom our future is known then that is asking me too much. Fictional works are just that- fictional, and until Darth Vader shows up in his Death Star I will continue to believe that this girl is insane."

He paused for a moment before sighing and rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"I'm going to transfer you along with Coulson," he finally said. "Keep a close eye on the Tesseract and make sure no-one else comes through."