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A stony silence followed Taylor's declaration, with the agent sitting across from her apparently unwilling to break it. It seemed he had no choice, however, because Taylor had laid an ultimatum down and was not willing to negotiate. He cleared his throat. "I understand you want your brother back, Miss Taylor, but he is a scientific wonder, the sort of thing we here at SHIELD dedicate our lives to-"

He broke off his sentence when Taylor held up a hand and sat down on one of the bodies on the floor. Her injured leg was killing her. "Sit," she offered. The man in the rubber suit looked uncomfortable, but did so. Taylor sighed. "Look, I know why they sent you down here, buddy. They want me gone without giving up my brother. Am I right so far?"

The agent nodded a little bit. Taylor continued. "Well, it ain't happening. I didn't come here to haggle. I only want one thing. That is my brother back with me, safe and sound. I can wait," she added, leaning back a little bit to make herself more comfortable. "Go on, run tell your boss that I can't be reasoned with and have to be destroyed. Just remember, these guys?" She paused to gesture around the room. "They didn't want to give me Tyler back either, and they're dead. So what do you think you should do?"

She laced her fingers together, leaned back, and half-closed her eyes, waiting for the negotiator to leave. When he finally did, she let out a sigh, feeling she had been simultaneously threatening and nonchalant, which was the mixture she had been aiming for. She didn't expect an answer for at least a few hours, and decided to get up to hunt through the pockets and backpacks of the agents. She was starving, an unfortunate side effect of summoning as much energy as she had.

One of the men had a candy bar in his pocket, and although it was a little bit melted Taylor scarfed it down like she wouldn't get a chance tomorrow. Maybe she wouldn't. It was hard to know with SHIELD. She really wished one of the men had brought a McDonald's Happy Meal to work or something, but then realized that even if he had he wouldn't have brought it out with him when he confronted a hostile electrical teenager standing in the lobby. Taylor felt weird describing herself like that.

Taylor decided to take a nap and try to restore some energy. She pulled jackets off of some of the nearby agents, laid them down on the floor, and curled up on them, setting up an electrical dome around her so agents couldn't sneak up on her. They were spies, after all. The only spies she could trust were Auntie and Uncle. That was because they had resigned from SHIELD the same day they found and adopted her and Tyler. She missed Tyler. He would probably know how to get them home. He had done most of the work on the machine that sent them back, after all.

A few hours later, thumping footsteps protruded into her dreams and she shook herself awake. "What?" she asked the ring of heavily armed agents who were staying a healthy distance away from the little force field she had set up. She was now thankful for it.

A man who looked really familiar stepped forward. Taylor had to stare at his face for a moment before it clicked. "Uncle Clint?" she squeaked.

He sighed. "Why did you call me- you know what, it doesn't matter. I need to go see Nat in the critical care unit and make sure she's all right, so let's make this quick. Because we are not getting anything from your brother and since his capture all he has done was sit in the corner and stare at the wall, we will agree to release him into your care. However, you will be charged with fifty-seven counts of second-degree murder and your brother with thirty-two counts of manslaughter."

Taylor was not particularly worried about the lawsuits, seeing as under the law neither she nor her brother existed. "Good luck with that," she said with a smile.

Tyler was walked up wearing handcuffs, which really would have been as useful as toilet paper had he lost his cool and hulked out. That must have been what he was focusing on while he was locked up, Taylor realized. Her brother was trying to spare the lives of his captors. Wow. Her brother was definitely a better person than her. For a moment she felt ashamed of the dead bodies she had left on the floor. Then she noticed his head was lolling a little and he had probably been given drugs so he didn't kill everyone who tried to transport him, and wouldn't be noticing the bodies she had left everywhere.

She let the electrical field around her disperse and hefted him over her shoulders in a fireman's carry, thankful for the strength she had inherited from her Uncle Steve. She walked out of SHIELD without so much as a backwards glance, half expecting that one of the bastards would try to shoot her in the ass. Thankfully, none did.

Taylor accessed that little part of her mind that let her control the air currents and took off towards the only place she was certain existed in this time where she would definitely be safe. She would have a lot of explaining to do, she mused as she steered towards Tony Stark's house.

So, yeah. This chapter was shorter, but Taylor and Tyler are back together, yay!

Tyler: Wha-where am I?

Shush. You're not supposed to wake up until next chapter.