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You run away,
You hide away,
To the other side of the universe,
Where you're safe from all that hunts you down,
But the world has gone,
Where you belong,
And it feels to late so you're moving on,
Can you find your way back home?,

Fire and Ice - Within Temptation

My eyes felt like they had glued themselves shut and my face was stuck to something. I had been drooling in my sleep – again. Yanking my head up I noticed Clint Barton sitting in the corner of the room with an amused expression on his face.

I rolled my eyes and wiped my face with the back of my hand "At least I don't snore or sleep talk, otherwise that could get really awkward. I think I would much rather stick – literally – to drooling."

He just raised his eyebrows as he brought his chair forward so he was now facing me across from the table. I smiled with my mouth but kept my eyes cool. "I assume you want to ask questions. Generally SHIELD likes to know what it's dealing with."

Clint tried to look confused – which would've worked if I hadn't known any better. "SHIELD?"

I rolled my eyes "Don't act dumb Clint Barton, you work for SHIELD. I am willing to answer your questions if you answer some of mine – just like the med clinic."

Barton smiled (honestly, it was more like a half smile and half grimace) "You've got yourself a deal, but I go first. Where's Mr Kennedy?"

My jaw literally dropped, I was not expecting that. Barton studied my reaction and waited for me to reply "Ah, um, uh. Are you referring to my father, my older brother, or one of my two pesky younger brothers?"

He tilted his head "You're not allowed to answer a question with a question."

"Um, I was generally asking for more information on your enquiry. That wasn't going to be my question."

He sighed and rested his hands on the table "I am asking about your father."

I gave him my best are-you-kidding-me look "I would assume that he uh –" I almost choked up but took a breath and kept going "that he was killed in the plane crash."

Taking a deep breath, I stopped the oncoming flood of tears. My question could risk me either getting shot, or changing the course of the future. But, me, the fool I am, went ahead with it anyway "What do you know about the organisation called Hydra?"

(Grant's POV)

My eyes opened immediately as I took a deep breath. Bobbi Morse was sitting at the other side of the table and seemed to be watching me with interest.

I immediately wondered if Penny was ok, Alberta could worry about herself – by herself. As much as I try not to admit it, I think I'm crushing on Penny, Alberta will kill me when (if) she finds out.

Morse had her hands clutched together leaning on the table "You snore you know."

I looked at her with my expression blank "Generally, that's not the first thing you say when you want to gain someone's trust."

She kept her face neutral and leant back in her chair "I told you the truth, something most people like more than lies."

I tilted my head in agreement but kept silent. Morse got up and came to stand beside my seat "I am wondering why Hydra sent you to infiltrate us again. Tell me, why do you think that they sent you?"

I snorted, my control breaking after only a small amount of time. "Why would I want to associate myself with those Hydra bastards? What makes you think that I even want to be here? I could be by Penny's side keeping her out of Hydra's clutches, but no, I'm stuck in here."

Morse took in a sharp breath and left the interrogation room. What did I just do?

(Normal POV)

"I know a lot about Hydra, most people do." Barton said slowly, but I could see his muscles tense up. "Why this sudden curiosity?"

I tilted me head, my muscles also tense. We were both on edge, but him being a trained spy/assassin made him less noticeable.

"I wouldn't say it's 'sudden' curiosity, I would say it's a mix between curiosity, caution and worry."

He smiled, trying to act like a friend, "What are you worried about?"

I actually grinned "Tsk, tsk Agent Barton. You're only supposed to ask one question at a time."

He blinked "And you still haven't answered my question. Why this sudden curiosity?"

I could feel my shoulders drop and knew that Barton had noticed – he was finally breaking my shell.

"I…I'm…I want to know how much you know so that I don't endanger Penny." That last bit seemed to come out rather quickly, but maybe that's because I started out so slowly.

Suddenly, Barton seemed distracted by something "Copy that. I'll be there in a minute." He looked at me and put a pen and a piece of paper on the table "I've got somewhere to be, but I'll be back. Entertain yourself."

I watched as he left, his stride confident. Whatever I was expecting, I did not expect that from Clint Barton – how the hell did I bring out his nice guy side?

(Third POV)

Barton walked into the observation room that showed how both interrogations were going. Morse was already there looking bored, but a spark of curiosity still in her eyes. Fury stood watching what the teens did while they were alone, every tiny movement an indication of how they were feeling and what they were thinking.

Fury turned to face Morse and Barton – both waiting for what he was going to say. "They appear to be very similar at first – almost the same – but using the same tactics has proven otherwise. However, they both mentioned something about keeping their companion – Penny – safe."

Barton stepped forward while Morse just watched "Sir, if they're both saying that they're worried about this girl then maybe we should take them seriously."

Morse tilted her head from side to side "He could be right sir, experience has proven that even teenage rebels will be truthful about someone they care for."

Fury gazed at the two agents, thinking hard. Then he nodded "Barton, go back to the girl – we want her to feel as though she can trust someone. Morse, leave Grant to his own devices for a few hours, give him time to think. In the meantime, I want more men watching that girl."

Fury's face was surprisingly worried as the two agents left the room. Natasha Romanoff and Agent Coulson came to stand beside Fury again. Romanoff crossed her arms "Sir, she might be answering our questions but she's still holding back."

"I am aware of this already Romanoff. If you're so desperate I'll send you in as bad cop in two hours, maybe that'll loosen her tongue."

Romanoff knew this wasn't a request, it was an order "Yes, sir." She stood silently, studying Alberta to try and get to know her weakness.

Coulson glanced at Fury's worried face "FitzSimmons are analysing the blood samples." His stance was very readable – he felt like he should be doing something "I'll just go…..do something."

Neither Fury nor Romanoff said anything as Coulson left the room.

(Penny's POV)

I've lived for many years, frozen in my youth. I drift from foster family to foster family. It's not that they don't love me, it's just that they quickly grow old and then die.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm even human, but centuries of life have only made that doubt even stronger.

Then I met Alberta and Grant, the first people I've ever told. Now they treat me like any other person, they gave me a new idea and I had a proper family.

But how long can I go until it all ends? How long until her warrior voice comes to take me home again? Most importantly, who is she?