Still on a roll! I cannot believe how much I've gotten done this week! This chapter's still Kate because she's fun to write, and I'm kind of stuck when it comes to Ali. Any ingenious and brilliant ideas you guys come up with will be very welcome! Now, Chapter 8!

Disclaimer: Once I take over the world, Marvel will, of course, be all mine. But for now, I'll leave it with the experts.


Kate's POV

"To see the director."

I gulped. Watching Samuel L. Jackson portraying Director Fury was one thing. ThatDirector Fury was boss. But I had a feeling I really wouldn't enjoy meeting him in person. Unfortunately, the walk was quite long, which allowed my anxiety to build up to the point of overflowing. It also gave my situation time to finally catch up with me, which, I'll admit, had my inner fangirl screaming her lungs out inside my head. The Avengers are real, and I AM IN MARVEL UNIVERSE! I nearly grinned, in spite of myself. And Hawkeye, the real Hawkeye, is standing right behind me. Being the Jeremy Renner fan that I was, I really did grin this time. Needless to say, it didn't go unnoticed.

"What are you smiling about?" he asked suspiciously. I wiped the smile off my face as quickly as I could, but the damage was done. I decided not to say anything, and thankfully, he didn't push it. We walked in uncomfortable silence for a few more minutes, and then we arrived.

Clint knocked on the door. It was a disappointingly ordinary door, made out of dark wood, and completely unadorned. But then, it was an intelligence agency, it wasn't supposed to be flashy. We heard a faint, "Enter," from the other side of the door, and my captor pushed it open.

Nicholas Fury was intimidating as heck, let me tell you. For one thing, he never sat down, no matter what. He was standing when we walked in, staring at something on a computer screen, and when he saw us he still made no move to draw up a chair. The next scary thing about him was, of course, the eyepatch. I mean, there was just something about the way it looked that made you know that it wasn't a handicap, it was an asset. And the way he glared at everybody with his one eye...it sent shivers down my spine. He certainly wasn't a man for pleasantries, as soon as we walked in, he got right to the point.

"Agent Barton. Who's this?"

"She says her name is Kate. I caught her spying in Lab 25," Clint replied.

"I wasn't spying!" I broke in. The two men turned to look at me.

"Then what were you doing?" asked Fury.

"I...uh...I was just...um..." I stammered. Fury raised an eyebrow.

"Uh huh," he said smugly, as if I had just proved his point. I suppose I had.

"Take a seat," he ordered, gesturing toward a chair by his desk. I slowly lowered myself into it, not taking my eyes off him.

"Now, I'm going to ask you a few questions, and you are going to answer them quickly, and truthfully. Understand?" He started. I nodded my head.

"Good. What's your name?"

"Kate, I told you," I answered, confused. He sighed,

"Your full name."

"Oh. Katherine Elizabeth Bishop."

"Hm. Who do you work for?"

"Nobody!" I exclaimed, more bothered than I should have been. Fury raised his eyebrow again.

"Is that so? How did you manage to get past all of my security, and all the way to Lab 25, without being caught, then?"

"I... don't know."

"You don't know. Where did you get your training?"

"Depends. What kind of training are you talking about?" I spurted. He narrowed his eyes at me.

"I mean, are you talking about karate, o-or fencing, or what?" I hurriedly explained.

"Spy training," he finally said, sounding very irritated.

"I told you, I'm not a spy."

"And you expect me to believe that?"

"Well...no. But a girl can hope, right?"

He grunted. I was feeling very uncomfortable now, not sure how this was going to end.

"How old are you?" he changed the subject.

"...Fifteen," I said, slightly surprised by the question.

"And where are your parents?"

Now, that was the question. I wasn't really sure how parallel universes worked, and I didn't know if I already existed here or not, so I didn't know if my parents existed either. I decided to play it safe.

"They're...not here."

Admittedly, not the best thing I could come up with, but hey. You wouldn't think straight either if you had a six-foot-two, one-eyed super spy staring into your soul. Fury was not amused.

"Well, obviously. Let's try a different approach. Who are your parents?"

"Henry and Maya Bishop," I lied, making up two random names. I don't know what I was thinking, lying to a spy.

"Don't lie to me, Miss Bishop," he said with mock disappointment. I bit my lip.

"Derek and Eleanor," I said quietly, admitting defeat.

"That's better," Fury said, smiling grimly. I swallowed. Suddenly, Fury's hand went to the bluetooth in his ear. He seemed to be listening for a second, then he scowled and said,

"Put Coulson on it. I'll be right there." Turning to me, he stated in a business-like tone,

"I think that's enough for now, we'll continue your interrogation tomorrow. Barton, take her to a room." And with that, he turned on his heel and left the room. Clint, who had been standing by the door the whole time, took me by my still cuffed arms and led me away.


A/N I'm pretty proud of this chapter, Fury was fun to write! I hope you enjoyed it, and I will be looking forward to seeing all of your lovely comments (hint, hint). Until next time! ~I.A.