A/N: Hey all, I hope you liked last chapter! Thanks for your nice comments! The rest of the Avengers are going to be more prevalent from now on, I just kinda had to set the tone for everything! Anyway, this chapter the rest of the team, and Nick Fury, meet the computer analysts. And to say that everyone is as pleased as Tony, well… it would be lying. And just FYI my tonsils were removed, so if there are any mistakes I apologize, the pain meds are taking it's toll.

Disclaimer: I don't own Avengers or X-Men only my OC.

Avengers: Rise of Alliance

Chapter 2: Interrogations

Clint was getting a bit annoyed. Fury had been on his ass to find out where Tony was seeing as he hadn't checked in since he had left to find the people to help with the computer problem. Steve had smartly gone to one of the training rooms for some exercise, along with Thor. And since Natasha had somehow disappeared (he internally cursed the redhead) and Bruce was in his lab, Fury's… well fury... was directed at him.

Clint started searching for Banner, hoping the scientist had heard from Stark. If he was lucky, he would even get an estimate of time to give to Fury so he would shut his yap. With that in mind, Clint quickly made his way to Banner's lab, hoping to either find an answer, or hide out. Either one would do nicely.

"Hey Banner, you got any idea where-" Clint cut himself off as he looked inside the lab.

It wasn't Bruce that Clint's laid eyes on, but someone else. She was a beautiful girl, perched atop of a desk, one foot tucked underneath herself as the other hung loosely off the desk. He saw toe rings that he thought to be very sexy, peeking out from a pair of ripped jeans. Her shirt was cut off at the rib cage, showing her perfectly tanned and toned stomach. Her beautiful face was peering intently at one of those touch screen computer pads that Tony and Bruce liked to use so much, her red bangs threatening to fall into her eyes. At the sound of him entering the room, the girl looked up and her blue eyes met his and he could feel himself get lost in their depth.

"Your not Banner…" Was the only intelligent thing Clint could manage.

The girl smiled a bit in amusement and seemed ready to answer before another voice cut her off. "Brilliant observation Legolas, you ought to be a detective," Tony spoke up, coming out from the backroom with Bruce, and three other people Clint didn't recognize. Though Clint didn't dwell on them. He instead focused on the billionaire playboy who wasn't even said to be back yet.

"How long have you been here?" Clint asked in annoyance.

Tony frowned. "I'm not going to tell you my age."

"Cut the crap Tony, you know what I'm talking about!"

Tony tisked. "Temper, temper. And I thought Bruce here had anger problems. I've been here for a bit over twenty minutes."

Clint's eyebrow twitched. Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes of Fury breathing down his neck and riding his ass, that Clint could've used to throw Tony to the wolves. Taking in a deep breath so he didn't shoot the billionaire (which he was seriously considering) he finally paid attention to the group of people whom he had never met before. "Who are they?" Clint asked, suspicion lacing his tone.

"Our analysts," Bruce spoke up, enthusiastically. After spending time with the two girls he soon realized they were geniuses, much like himself and Tony, and the two pairs of geniuses formed a science loving quartet, that got along famously.

Tony nodded. "This is Logan, Peter, Kitty, and Gene. Guys, this is Legolas."

"Ignore him. The name is Clint. Clint Barton," Clint answered, glaring at Tony, who simply smirked. He walked over to shake hands with Logan and Peter, smiling. "It's great that you guys can come out and help us with-"

"Don't thank us," Peter spoke up. "We are… as you say? The 'body guards'."

Clint frowned. "Body guards? Then who are…" Clint, seeing where they were going, whirled around and stared at the two girls in confusion. Kitty and Gene both smiled and nodded, as if they had read his mind. "You two?"

"We seem to be getting that quite a bit today, but we're the analysts," Kitty said cheerfully.

Logan noticed Clint about to open his mouth and cut him off. "Yes, they look young, they're turning twenty, but they're already in their final year in college. Yes, they're geniuses. And yes they know what they're doing."

Clint shrugged. It answered pretty much all of his questions. Plus, he got to know that the girl, Gene, was above the age of eighteen. And she wasn't that much younger than his own twenty-seven year old self. Perfectly legal. But back to the matter at hand, he looked around at the group and glared at Tony once again. "Let's go rich boy, Fury wanted to see you and our little helpers as soon as you got here, so he's been pitching a fit ever since you left. I have half a mind to kick your ass for him screaming at me while you were gone."

"Well, forgive me for taking initiative and trying to get our problems solved," Tony retorted. He looked around at the two girls and smiled. "Come my darlings, we must meet the pirate. Bruce, you could stay here with Logan and-"

"No. Where they go, we go," Logan said again, a growl in his voice.

Clint raised an eyebrow at the aggressive comment, almost as if Logan promised pain if they didn't let him go with the girls. The archer internally wondered if Tony even bothered to run a background check on the people he brought in, but said nothing of it at the moment. He would wait til he could corner him, then ask. Maybe even a bit of revenge. Possibly using Tony as target practice.

"Alright, follow me everyone," Bruce spoke up, wanting to have everyone as calm as possible. The last time tempers flared in his lab… well… he and Natasha ended up out the window, with him hulked out and chasing after her. Not really something he wanted to do again only this time with innocent people in the lab.

Tony, Kitty, and Peter followed Bruce out without hesitation. Clint paused at the door, waiting for Logan and Gene to exit. Though if he was being honest, he only was waiting for Gene to get to know the girl. Logan waited as Gene hopped off the desk, bending down to feel around for her flip-flops that she had accidentally kicked under the desk in the process of jumping down. After a few seconds of searching she grabbed both of her shoes and pulled them on while walking, and grabbing a Burger King bag that was next to her.

"After you," Clint said motioning for Gene to exit before him. She smiled and looked away, exiting. Logan, who walked out right after her, didn't bother hiding the glare he was sending towards the archer. Clint glared back, not at all fazed as the two men walked into the hallway, trailing behind the group.

Nick Fury wasn't the most calm person. Or compassionate. Or forgiving. Or happy. Or really any positive emotion or trait in general when he was on the job, which was essentially 24/7. So when Clint walked into the main control room with Tony, Bruce, and four people in tow (for people that he hadn't met, let alone cleared to be on the Helicarrier and one of which dared to bring food with her) it was a safe bet to say he was a notch above upset.

He was bordering on livid.

"Stark, what the hell do you think you are doing bring these civilians aboard my ship without my authorization?" Fury roared.

Tony merely shrugged. "I'm pretty sure I was solving our computer problem."

Fury glared, clearly not amused. "We have protocols, Stark! We run background checks on anyone who gets on this ship! Did you even do that?"

"Well… no… but I know the two girls from that college lecture, and the guys seemed pretty nice."

Clint was almost positive that Fury had popped a blood vessel at that point in time, but he didn't bother speaking up. He stayed at his position leaning against the wall as he watched Fury hand out a verbal lashing (though he was sure Fury was hoping to get a few physical blows in too) to Tony. Before Fury's anger escalated further, Bruce came to the rescue.

"Tony's intentions were only for the best, and it was necessary to bring them aboard as quickly as possible," Bruce rationalized.

Fury turned his attention to the scientist, glaring. He was about to start screaming but held his tongue. He would not be responsible for unleashing the Hulk again. No one wanted to get Bruce angry. He looked at the civilians, pausing to glare at Gene who had started to eat a French Fry, and frowning as he looked at Logan. He recognized his face…

Just as realization hit him, he turned towards Clint and looked about ready to maim each one of the Avengers in front of him. "Get them all down to interrogation rooms. Two per, separate the analysts from the 'body guards'. Get Agent Romanoff. You both know what to do. I'll send Agent Hill with files that I think you will find interesting."

Natasha studied the pair of people carefully through the one way mirror.

It had only been five minutes earlier that Bruce and Tony had been sent out to collect her. She had been with Steve sparring, and Thor laughing loudly on the sidelines whenever Natasha knocked the super soldier on his ass. Which happened quite a few times. She enjoyed the time she got to spend with Cap. Since the invasion in New York she and Steve had been hanging out more often and she found that she looked forward the time they spent together. Unlike with some of the other Avengers members.

Thor, while sweet and childlike, tended to be loud and break things accidentally, Tony she wanted to shoot in the face sometimes, and Bruce she was okay with, but still felt slight fear towards. The only other person she felt comfortable with was Clint, but he was like her older brother. She had recently started contemplating what her feelings toward Steve meant, but she didn't put too much thought into it. She needed to focus on the here and now, not on some feelings.

And in the here and now, she and Clint were getting ready to interrogate the four civilians onboard their ship. She stared into the interrogation room and started pacing a bit, her eyes never leaving the two men seated just beyond the glass.

"Do we have any backgrounds on any of them?" She asked.

Bruce nodded and handed her a file. "Agent Hill just brought these down."

Natasha took the file, taking her attention off the men in the room to skim the papers she had just been given. As she continued reading she arched an eyebrow, but her face gave away nothing.

"What does it say?" Steve asked curiously, trying to peek over her shoulder.

"Patience Steve, you'll find out," Natasha spoke in a teasing tone before handing the file over to Clint. Steve pouted, but the smile the assassin gave him made him smile in return.

The archer read it and pursed his lips together, before both his eyebrows raised. "Huh… so you think…?" He asked gesturing to the males in the room and vaguely towards the other room where the girls were located.

"It's possible."

Tony pouted. "I feel so out of the loop."

"Because you're the idiot who brought them here without doing a proper background check. If you want to make yourself useful, go Google the two girls or something," Natasha waved him off.

"What is this 'Google' you speak of?" Thor asked in confusion. Steve had a similar look of confusion on his face as well.

Clint smiled. "Tony will explain it to you while we're interrogating, have fun." As soon as the words were out of his mouth he gave Natasha a small nudge and the two entered the room. Logan and Piotr looked up immediately and hushed their conversation as soon as the two Agents walked in.

"Hello there gentlemen," Natasha said sweetly. Clint felt the need to roll his eyes but he restrained himself. The act was already beginning it seemed for Natasha. "This is Agent Barton and my name is Agent Romanoff."

"Romanoff?" Piotr questioned, narrowing his eyes a bit. "Russian?"

Natasha raised an eyebrow noticing his accent. "Da."

Piotr grinned. "Piotr Rasputin," He spoke introducing himself.

"Ah, a fellow Russian I see. It's a pleasure, Piotr," Natasha smiled warmly. She then turned her charms onto Logan. "And I haven't gotten the pleasure of learning your name?"

"Logan."

"Well, do you have a last name, Logan?"

"Nope."

Natasha nodded and pinched Clint's thigh under the table. It was signal the two had invented whenever they wanted the other to intervene. Clint hit her knee with his, showing he understood. They were gonna be playing good cop, bad cop, and he was the bad cop. Of course.

"Alright look, Tony royally screwed up by bringing you four onboard without checking you guys out. So if you boys step even a hair out of line I wont hesitate to shoot you both where you stand," Clint threatened, easily falling into the character. Natasha put a hand on Clint's arm.

"Please ignore him, he hasn't had his coffee yet," Natasha said throwing Clint a mock glare. "All we're gonna do is just get some information from you guys so we're know you're no threat. Now, why don't we start with you?" She asked looking at Piotr.

Logan shook his head. "No, you got any questions you ask me. And I want to see the girls. Where are they?"

"Don't worry about them, we'll deal with them soon," Clint spoke up. That comment elicited a glare from both Piotr and Logan.

Natasha tried a different approach, switching from English to Russian. "Piotr, I just have a few questions for you, and I assure you that we wont harm the girls. We're just going to talk with them."

Piotr frowned for a second. If it got his girlfriend and Gene out of the line of fire, then he would have to do it. But then again Logan would maim him if he told anything about being mutants. But on the other hand, Remy would maim him if his sister was harmed in any way, shape, or form. "You will leave Katya and Gene alone?" He finally replied in Russian.

"Don't talk to her, Peter," Logan warned.

"Yes, they will be perfectly safe. Now, just tell me a little bit about you guys. Where did you all meet?" Natasha continued on in Russian.

Clint rolled his eyes and rested his chin on his fist. "There she goes again." He looked over at Logan. "You feel like talking? Cause they'll continue on like that for a bit." Logan just glared. "That's fine too."

"In school. We went to the same high school for a year," Piotr responded. "I'm best friends with Gene's older brother, which is how I met her, and Gene was best friends with Katya."

"Good, good, and was Logan your teacher?" Natasha asked.

Logan frowned. "English, Peter, English," Logan said after he heard his name.

Piotr nodded switching back to English because frankly he didn't know how Logan wanted him to respond to that specific question. "No, Logan was not my teacher in high school. I… met him in a bar."

"Kid got drunk and I took him home. We became friends when I didn't get him in trouble for underage drinking," Logan added on immediately.

Natasha sighed seeing as she had lost the conversation with Piotr. If it was just Piotr then she would be able to manipulate him easily into getting the truth. He seemed innocent enough to fall prey to her games. Hell, he had even given up the fact that Gene had an older brother- which she stored mentally away for later. But with Logan coaching Piotr on what to say, she would have to resort to blackmail.

"Clint, go start with the girls, I'll be in there in just a minute."

Clint frowned but shrugged when he realized that Natasha had motioned to her ear slightly. So they were using coms. "Whatever you say."

As soon as Clint was out the door, Natasha's façade dropped. With people like Logan she often had to do things a little different. Take a more direct approach. She pulled out the file and pushed it towards Logan.

"What's this?" Logan asked.

"A file."

"I thought your database wasn't working?" Logan challenged.

Natasha smirked. "We still have filing cabinets. Now, if we can kindly cut to the chase, Wolverine?" Logan's eyes shot up to glare at Natasha as Piotr looked stunned. "Yes, you've been on our watch list for quite some time now. You and the other mutants at the Xavier Institute. Now, would you care to tell me the truth about where you all met, or are you going to continue to lie to me?"

"Gene, are you going to share?" Kitty pouted as she watched her friend eat her burger and fries. Gene sighed before pushing the remainder of her fries over to her friend who smiled. She knew Kitty wouldn't even dare touch the burger, so giving up her fries was the only option. Gene continued eating her burger, frowning a bit.

"When are we going to get out of here?" She questioned, looking towards Kitty.

Kitty shrugged munching on a fry. "Not sure, but if they want their computer problem fixed, they can't expect us to do it from in here."

The door opened and the girls quieted looking up. Kitty frowned seeing as it wasn't Piotr and Logan entering like she had hoped. Gene, on the other hand, perked up seeing the attractive archer walking in. One trait she did learn from Remy was his way with the opposite sex. "Hello there ladies. I'm here to get a bit of information from you just to make sure you are who you say you are, and to get to know you a bit."

"If you wanted to get to know us, you could've just asked," Gene said a sly grin on her face. "It's not like we would've resisted."

Clint smiled. "I'm sure you wouldn't have."

Kitty rolled her eyes and faked a gag. "Oh god, is this what you go through with me and Peter?"

"Oh, all this and more, my dear," Gene responded sarcastically.

Clint chuckled a bit before clearing his throat. "How about we get started? Why don't we start by talking about your qualifications as analysts?"

"We both are going to MIT, senior year about to graduate. We've specialized in everything computer related and we can pretty much take apart any computer, and put it back together while making some improvements," Kitty explained, her eyes lighting up in pride.

"Very impressive. Already graduating college and your how old?" Clint questioned, feigning ignorance. Gene decided to call him out on it.

"You were there when Logan told you how old we were," She said frowning in confusion.

Clint snapped his fingers as if remembering. "Oh that's right… twenty?"

"Nineteen, turning twenty," Kitty corrected, catching the slip up the archer made. She turned to look at Gene. "Su yalp ot gniyrt si dneirfyob ruoy." (1)

"Taht thguac I haey,"(2) Gene replied speaking some weird language Clint couldn't understand. He frowned and cleared his throat.

"What was that?" He asked. The girls being able to talk in a language he couldn't was not a good thing. They could create cover stories just by talking and he wouldn't be any wiser to the fact. He would just have to get them to not talk to each other.

Kitty smiled brightly, covering up the fact that she and Gene were perfectly aware of Clint trying to see if they were a threat by more than likely interviewing Logan and Piotr at the same time that she and Gene were. If their stories matched up, then they would be golden. "Oh, sorry about that. It was just a language me and Gene made up while we roomed together in college. The other girls in our dorms were so nosy. Sometimes we'll just switch into it without realizing."

Natasha smirked to herself she had succeeded in getting Logan and Piotr to admit that they were indeed mutants, and did stay with Professor Xavier at the Institute (even going as far as explaining and demonstrating their abilities), but they were remaining adamant about saying that Kitty and Gene were normal humans. They claimed that the two girls were just pro-mutant activist, and had actually met at a rally.

"So where were you all going? You were all headed somewhere together. As if you all lived somewhere together. Like the Institute," Natasha accused.

Piotr answered first. "A pool party. Katya and Gene were invited to a pool party by some of the other activists at their college. They wished to go and invited me. We met up at the Institute, yes, but as we've said before they are not mutants."

"And you? Somehow I don't see you as the party type." Natasha questioned looking at Logan.

Logan snorted. "The kids wanted to go and invited me. I turned them down but had to drive Gene. Tin-Man and I only have motorcycles, and I wasn't going to let all three of them pile onto one bike."

Natasha pursed her lips before smiling. She had everything she needed to help Clint question the girls thoroughly, and if anything they said didn't match up with what Logan and Piotr said, then they could take further interrogation methods. "Wait here," Natasha ordered the two of them before walking out of the room. Only Steve and Tony were still in the viewing side of the interrogation room. "You two watch them," She ordered before walking out and heading across the hall to the next room.

"Those females are so tiny and fragile looking. Why do we question them so?" Thor questioned in confusion as he watched the interrogation go on with the girls.

Bruce, next to him, laughed. "I look tiny and fragile too."

"Excellent point."

Natasha walked up to the window and saw that one of the girls, Gene if her memory served, was eating a burger, while the other, which by default would be Kitty, was eating some fries. Natasha didn't like that. When someone was eating or chewing you can't accurately read their facial expression. But she couldn't do anything about it at the moment. "Ask them if they know that Logan is a mutant. Don't say anything about Piotr," Natasha ordered through the coms. She saw Clint's eyes look up towards the glass for the briefest of seconds, showing her that he was listening.

Clint studied the two girls in front of him carefully, though it was hard seeing as they were eating. It made his job harder, but he didn't want to make it known that there would be a far more intense interrogation session if they ended up lying. Fury was that much of a stickler for protocols when it had to do with the confidentiality and safety of the secrets the Helicarrier carried.

He shifted in his chair and folded his hands together. "Now, were you two girls aware of the fact that Logan is a mutant?"

"Yes."

Clint looked surprised at their quick response. The two looked completely at ease, and not at all surprised by the fact that Clint had brought that up. On the inside, however, both girls were worried. The first thing that Logan had always taught them was to make sure you never get caught as a mutant. He had taught them, that even if one of their friends is made, to make up excuses, any excuse, to make sure you weren't caught. He knew just how bad hatred towards mutants were, even in government agencies, and wanted to make sure any of the X-Kids were never caught. So, Gene and Kitty began their act.

"But people aren't as… accepting as we are," Kitty added on.

"How so?" Clint asked.

"We're pro-mutant activists. We don't discriminate against mutants, and we live happily with them. Hey, I'm even dating one, but there are others who are much crueler," Kitty explained, frowning as she talked about the cruelty.

"Peter is a mutant?" Clint asked, feigning confusion.

Kitty nodded. "Yeah, I call him my knight in shining armor!"

"Everyone else just calls him Tin-Man," Gene snickered as Kitty glared at her playfully.

"Ask where they were going," Natasha ordered again.

"Where exactly were you girls going when Mr. Stark picked you up?"

Gene answered that time. "A pool party at a friends house. She also was a pro-mutant activist, so we were gonna hang out and have fun."

"And why was Logan with you?"

Kitty shrugged. "We needed another person to take Gene. Peter only has a motorcycle and me and Gene don't have anything to drive. Logan was the only one available."

"Do you have a pen?" Gene questioned randomly.

Clint, confused at the question, merely pulled out a pen and handed it to the girl. She wrote down a phone number on the napkin next to her and handed it to the archer. "What's this?" He questioned.

"That's a phone number where you can call our friend, Marie. She was the one having the pool party, and I understand in situations like these you need to cover all your bases." Gene sat back, internally smirking in satisfaction at the fact that she had written down Rogue's number. She would be quick to back the girls up, especially if Remy was with her. Plus is she didn't get the chance to call Remy, if they actually did call Rogue, it would be perfect for them to find out what was going on without blowing their cover.

Clint smirked. "Maybe you should write your phone number down too… for professional purposes of course."

Gene blushed a bit and smirked. "Oh I'm sure."

"They seem harmless enough. We'll just get extra security on the two mutants to make sure they don't try anything funny. The two girls shouldn't pose much of a problem though. Get that number to Agent Hill and ask any other questions you think are necessary or wrap it up. I'm gonna steal a laptop from Tony. Something's bothering me," Natasha informed.

"Well, thank you girls, that's all that I needed to know. Why don't I introduce you both to the rest of the team?"