A/N: Wow, two days before I'm going to the cinema watching my favourite Bad Briton on screen (eh eh, I'm sooo excited!), I decided to keep this story going a little longer before the big day... :)

2. Quite a show!

Liana's POV

I regained my mind some time after. At first, I didn't open my eyes, and let my ears wander, as I clearly could hear people walking around me, and two mechanical voices, as if someone was talking in a microphone. Then I thought. Of course they would talk outside of the room. I had threatened their President.

"What did she say, exactly?" A deep voice made itself heard. I listened very carefully, as I quickly understood the "she" was me.

"She said she was there to kill the President. So, obviously-"

"You're agent tried to reason her without harm. Then?"

"Well, apparently, she lifted her hands to take her sword, which was hanging on her back, and...the agent shot her."

I could hear some hesitation. "Shot her? Where?"

"Wrist. You know we are trained to fire parts of the body which can be-"

"Painful but not deadly when wounded. I know that. So?"

"Nothing, sir. She...she healed."

I swallowed back a chuckle. That's where it started to be interesting. "And I guess she said my name just before collapsing, then?"

"Yes sir, she did."

"Then, I'd rather have her handled to S.H.I.E.L.D, if you don't see any objections. She clearly had a message, and it wasn't intended to the President, it was intended to me. Do as needed."

"Yes sir."

And the microphone cracked as it was shut down.

The two men had stopped talking, and had probably left.

One of them could only have been Nick Fury.

So my message had indeed been transmitted. Good.

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Natasha's POV

"You asked to see me, sir?" Asked was an understatement. Summoned was a better word to use, as I had to literally jump into a plane to fly from L.A to Washington. "Business matters", the message had said. Had I known...

"Yes, Agent Romanoff. You are to escort a very special cargo back to H.Q."

I couldn't hide my surprise. "Have you finally found Dr Banner, sir? Or maybe Rogers?"

He shook his head. "None of them, actually. This one wasn't on the list. But she might be from now on. I still have to be sure, but I think the woman who threatened the President earlier today is a mutant."

Again, I widened my eyes. "A mutant? What kind?"

"As I said, still have to be sure, but apparently she has regenerated herself. Rather quickly."

"You mean, as Logan does?"

"Yes, as Wolverine does. But I'm still not so sure about either her purpose and her abilities. That's why I need you. She's still sedated, but if she wakes up during transport, I allow you to use any means necessary so that she doesn't slip from our fingers."

I nodded. "Yes sir. Something else?"

"Yes. Call on Stark, he can be of some use too."

I nodded again, and then Fury walked away quickly, leaving me in front of an interrogation cell. In which was lying a relatively young woman, approximatively 25, with short dark hair, pale skin and a metal music t-shirt.

I kept watching her until the medics needled her once more and nodded she could be transported.

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Liana's POV

This time, once I had regained conscience, I opened my eyes. The sound wasn't enough to guess where I was.

I definitely was in a plane. A very cosy plane, actually. One of those you could only afford when you had a billion or more in your bank accounts. This jet could only have been owned by Tony Stark. I still was on tracks.

As I turned around to acknowledge where I was lying, I spotted someone, sitting not far from me and glaring at me with furious blue eyes.

The person was a woman. A really beautiful woman, but whose posture shouted "be careful" from miles away. She wore a leather outfit and two pistols were hanging at her thighs.

I straightened up. "Hi."

She glared some more. "Who are you?" So, straight to the point. I didn't complain.

"Liana. You?"

"Liana Who?"

I chuckled. "Liana Noname, I'm afraid."

She glared at me again, and then saw I wasn't impressed. "I'm Agent Romanoff."

"Oh." I smirked. "So Mr Fury has gotten my message."

She nodded. "Though we still ignore what it was."

"Everything in good time, Agent Romanoff. For the time being, you have to know that you can relax, I'm not going to try and run away, or attack you. Besides, you couldn't harm me in any way."

She tilted her head. "I know many ways to make one suffer."

"I'm sure of it." I tugged at my clothes. "Oh. You've let me in those. Thanks. Teenagers' clothes aren't that bad, nowadays."

This time I got a response. Her red eyebrows lifted, though still very gracefully. "Nowadays?"

I shrugged. "How old do you think I am?"

"I do not think about that, concerning you. I'm more trying to guess what are you strengths and weaknesses and what would be your use in our Initiative."

"Oh. So you're part of the Avengers, then."

She nodded. "You know about that."

"I do." Not need to deny.

"How?"

"Know about someone called Banner? I met him once or twice. Read his mail once. Bad idea to send confidential mails to renegade people."

"I'll tell he who's responsible for that mistake."

"Do not punch too hard."

She tilted her head once more. "I won't. The one who sent those mails is an A.I named Jarvis. It belongs to-"

"Stark. I'm not an idiot, and I can read too. Papers are continually talking about him and his...inventions."

"You'll meet him soon enough to make your own opinion."

I nodded. "It will be a real pleasure."

She looked at me up and down. "You'll have to watch your back. Though he is officially with Pepper Potts now, you could still be his type."

I chuckled this time. "I do not fear Stark's heading on. I'm far too old for him. Or anyone."

Again one expression of surprise. "Too old? How could you be too old? You're at least ten years younger than me."

I chuckled again. "I doubt it, unless you are seventy and had several surgeries."

I saw she was about to answer to that, and she probably didn't believe a word I said, but the plane suddenly started to descend, and I put my seatbelt on.

"Anyway, we can talk about this later. I'm sure we'll spent a huuuge amount of time together once I'm hired."

And Natasha frowned.

*evil laugh* I do love writing things like this... ^^

So, yes, I've kept some attributions Logan had, like we don't know how old he is, so Liana's older than she looks. But that won't bother everyone. Especially not three people who are in the same case... :p

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