Ha! Back! So this is Chapter 1, and as I said in the past, they discover her... a bit too soon, though. Ah well, enjoy!
Chapter 1: Under the PSA's Radar
The Docks, Club Penguin Island. 0700
As new immigrants were rushing into Club Penguin, no one noticed the men in suits walking around and checking the people for their papers. No one noticed either men in suits in the Lighthouse, one of them holding what suspiciously looks like a rifle.
"Agent. Please report." a voice said in her earpiece.
"With pleasure, Chief." one of them grunted. He had dark brown hair which some white strands. He was in a suit like all the other men, but was in the Lighthouse, "We have immigrants coming in at full stream. There are European, Asian, and... wait hold on now..."
He got his binoculars and zoomed on a girl with red hair and distinctly dark green eyes.
"Hey Chief," he said into his earpiece, "I believe we found the Russian girl."
There was radio silence at first, until someone came in.
"W-What kind of girl?" the voice was British, with a slight hint of Scottish.
"Based on the files we hacked from the Russians?" the agent asked, "A Red Room agent."
There was a pause, until the same voice said.
"We have a Code Red, agents. Secure the girl. This instant!" the man barked.
As Natalia and Piri looked around their new surroundings, they noticed the suspicious looking men in black suits approach them.
"Um... Ms, we need you to come with us." one of them said.
Natalia looked at that agent, piercing green eyes slowly igniting. The agent stepped back a bit, a bit nervous.
"Vhat for?" she asked in her deep Russian accent.
"We need to take you in for questioning." he said.
She stared at him, eyes slowly growing red. She turned to Piri, who shrugged.
"We'll meet again." she said before taking off in a full sprint.
"She's getting away!" the agent yelled, "Get her! Get her!"
She kept on running, assuming that they were the Russian government running after her. She felt someone grip her wrist, and she tried hard to free herself. It was as if he had a death grip on her, and her arm was going numb.
"Let me go! Let me go!" she cried, trying to yank her wrist from the scientist's death grip.
"Wow... I can't believe it actually worked." he said.
"What...?" she looked at what he was holding, and realized that it was a needle. She suddenly felt woozy, and wanted to lay down. He released her wrist and she collapsed on him.
"There there... you're alright... you're alright... just relax..." he said as he wrapped an arm around her waist.
Her eyesight became blurry, but she swore she saw the same agent with brown spiky hair and dark sunglasses.
She woke up on a medical table. The first thing she felt was the head splitting headache.
"Oh, you're awake." a voice said behind her.
She turned around and winced at her head. The gaze of the man softened.
"What did you do to me?" she asked.
"It's just a drug. It won't affect you that bad, I promise." he said and gave her a pill, "Advil?"
"Nyet, I'm good." she said, sitting up and swinging her legs off the medical table.
"You can't go just yet!" he said.
"Why not?" she asked.
"We need to clear you. I mean, we need to ask you questions." he said.
"And how sure are you that I'm not going to get experimented on?" she asked.
"You remind me of Chris... he has trust issues..." Gary mumbled.
"Sorry, what?" she asked.
"Nothing! Nothing." he said.
She raised an eyebrow before he began questioning her.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Natalia. Natalia Alianova Helada." she said.
"Why are you here in Club Penguin Island?" he asked.
"I'm here to migrate." she said.
"... Are you a Red Room agent?" he asked.
"Great, way to drop the question, Gary!" someone exclaimed.
Both looked at the door to see the agent with brown spiky hair and a pair of dark sunglasses.
"Chris, not now." Gary said.
"Not now? How can I not interfere when you're questioning the enemy as if this is a freaking talk show?!" he asked.
"This is Chris. He has trust issues." Gary said to Natalia.
"Hey!" Chris protested.
"Well I'm right!" he said before turning back to Rogue, "So, are you a Red Room agent?"
She became quiet, trying to analyze.
"I was experimented on back in Russia. I escaped this facility. The walls, ceilings, floors, uniforms, and stuff were red. I think that's what you mean?" she asked.
"I... I... I..." Gary became speechless. Never has the agency got a (slightly) detailed description on the Red Room.
"What the..." Chris said in the background.
"Did I say something incorrect?" she asked.
"No... you got it right." Chris said. He got a chair and sat on it.
"Do you have a family?" Gary asked.
She taught of her dream, and got a headache and winced.
"See? Get this kid some Advil, or Morphine, or I don't know!" Chris said, "Maybe her head is messing her answers up. Maybe she's telling us a lie."
"Chris Wilson-" Gary sighed and turned to Natalia, "See? Trust issues."
"I understand." she said and nodded.
"You want, we can go through the questions again." he said.
She nodded and drank the pill she was given while Chris placed a cuff on her wrist. It was connected to a lie detector.
"What's your name?" Gary asked.
"A boy called me a different name in a dream." she said, "I'm unsure which name to give you."
"Both, then." Chris grunted.
"Natalia Alianova Helada. The name the boy gave me was Rogue Alyssa T. Tvarkov." she said.
Both agents looked at her with surprise.
"Did I say something wrong?" she asked.
"No... no you were right..." Chris said, looking at the monitor, then muttering, "Unless you're beating the lie detector."
"How old are you?" Gary asked next.
"Mentally or physically?" she asked in return, cocking her head to the side.
"Both." Chris said when he noticed Gary not answering.
"I'm mentally... 15?" she said, "And I'm physically 10."
"I'll have to take tests." Gary mumbled as he looked at the machine.
"I agree." Chris replied to him.
"Where are you from?" Gary asked.
"Moscow, Russia." she deadpanned.
"How sure are you?" Chris asked suddenly.
Gary quickly noted that her heartbeat escalated, "Chris! Don't pressure her!"
"Well this is an interrogation, isn't it?" Chris snapped.
"I-Interrogation?" she asked wide-eyed.
Both of them stared at each other. Gary glared at Chris with a "now-look-what-you-did" look, and Chris gave Gary a "oh-now-we-did-it" look.
"Calm down, kiddo..." Chris said while he secretly pressed the red button on his spy phone.
"What was that?" she asked hastily.
"Easy, Rogue." Gary said as he stood up, disregarding the clipboard of questions.
"Please don't call me that." she winced, feeling a sharp but quick pain in her head. It will escalate slowly if she kept on thinking about it, so she decided to shut it down.
"Is something wrong?" a woman with brown hair said, walking in.
"Catherine, so nice to see you." Chris said.
"Mrs. Tvariench, shouldn't you be on your honeymoon with..." Gary paused to remember a name, "Victor?"
"Yeah, I know." she sighed, "He understands that I had to go down here when my phone beeped."
Natalia glared at her. She wore an olive green suit and brown high heels.
"Great." Chris said, "Now, we need you to help us with her."
Her eyes met Natalia's. Catherine smiled while she frowned a bit in confusion.
"Why hello, sweetie." Catherine said, smiling and crossing the room.
"H-Hi?" Natalia greeted, well, more like asked quizzically.
"What's your name?" Catherine asked, before noticing the clipboard. She skimmed to the questions before throwing it to the nearby trash bin, much to the protest of the men in the room. "Nevermind."
"W-Who are you?" Natalia stuttered.
"My name is Catherine." she said, "Are you hungry? You look starving."
Perfect timing, since all of a sudden her stomach growled in agreement.
"I guess so." Natalia said.
"Come. Let's get you something to eat. I know someone who makes good grub." she said and got her hand. At first she flinched, before registering in her mind that Catherine was safe.
As the two walked off, the two shook their heads.
"Women..." Chris sighed.
"I swear, I am not going to get married..." Gary sighed.
As they approached the cozy looking brown house, it began to snow.
"Come, let's hurry. If I heard the weatherman right, it's going to be a snowy night." she said.
As they ended up in the front door, Catherine knocked hard three times. The door opened, welcoming a man who looked like he hadn't shaved in a while. His tie was around his neck, not yet knotted. Maybe it was knotted, considering the telltale crease folds on his tie. He looked particularly happy, and at the same time confused as to why Catherine was here. It was only until his eyes noticed the ginger girl.
"Hello Catherine." he said, "Wait... aren't you the targ- I mean, the girl?"
"I guess so." Natalia said as she glanced at them a bit.
Catherine had a "what-the-hell-man" look while he had an apologetic look.
"I'm Agent Mike Prisma." he said, "It must be pretty cold outside. Come in."
As they walked in, Natalia noticed the pistol and badge on a table. She swallowed the growing lump on her throat, and proceeded in. The room was warm, and smelled like hot chocolate.
"Take a seat." he said as they approached the island in the kitchen. Catherine slipped into a seat while Natalia had to heave herself into one, being short. She lost some of her balance since the seat was a bit slippery, and Catherine gripped on her sleeve to help balance.
"You okay?" Catherine asked.
"Yes ma'am." she said.
"This is a casual dinner, Natalia." Catherine said, "So no formalities."
"Sorry... it's just that..." Natalia shivered at the memory.
"You were a Red Room student, right?" Catherine asked.
Natalia looked down in her hands and nodded.
"Do you have any information that can be deemed important?" she asked.
When Natalia looked at her, her eyes looked a bit red.
"Why do you need to know?" she growled, "I thought this was a casual dinner!"
Catherine flinched a bit. Her eyes had a hint of fear, and Natalia must've noticed that because her eyes returned to its normal, green color.
"I'm sorry." she sighed, "It's MPD. I think. I paid little to no attention to my medical file."
"No, I should be sorry." Catherine sighed, "I shouldn't have pressured you like that."
"Shouldn't you be on your honeymoon in Moscow, Catherine?" Mike asked as he placed two mugs of coffee before the two women.
"Moscow?" Natalia's ears perked up.
"My flight will leave in a few more hours." Catherine deadpanned.
"So, what's her name?" Mike asked, glancing at Natalia.
"Natalia." both said at the same time.
"Well, perfect timing. I have cousins coming in to spend the Christmas here." Mike said.
"Do you want to stay here for the night, Natalia?" Catherine asked.
Natalia became quiet for a while, pondering at the thought. Then, she nodded slowly.
"You don't mind, do you Mike?" Catherine asked.
"No, no I don't really." he said.
"Okay. Natalia, can I leave you here? I need to leave now, and I promise to send you anything you need. Mike here is a good man, and he'll take care of you." Catherine said.
"Yes. Thank you." Natalia said.
As Catherine left with her goodbyes, she looked at Mike. Her hot chocolate was already cold now, as she already absorbed the heat. Mike's eyes suddenly widened, remembering something.
"Oh! You must be cold. Here, I think I have some clothes that'll fit." he said.
She adjusted the bottom of her sweater. It was a bit itchy, since it is made of wool. It was a red sweater. She wore it above a green dress, a green and red scarf, white knee-high socks, and black shoes. Her red hair, which was dripping a bit with water, was curlier than ever. Mike placed his hands on her shoulders as she stared at the full-length mirror.
"You look pretty. Very... Christmas-y." he said.
"Thank you, sir." she said.
"Call me Uncle Mike." he said.
"Why do you have these clothes?" she asked all of a sudden.
"Well, I used to have a child. I kinda... divorced with my wife. I have no custody over our daughter." he said.
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that." she said.
"Oh no, it's fine." he said, "It was a long time ago, you see."
"Alright..." she said, half-sighing.
As another knock echoed throughout the house, both turned to the supposed direction of the sound.
"Here they are now." he said, "Follow me."
"What's my cover?" she asked while walking down the stairs.
He glared at her, surprised with her question.
"You really were trained by the Red Room..." he mumbled before saying, "You're my protege."
"Alright." she said and smiled.
Rogue basically ties the Club Penguin universe with the Marvel universe... two of my favorite universes... huh. She's been with the Red Room for roughly 5 months, but they taught her quick.