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What about "No" don't you get?
So go and tell your friends
I'm not really interested
It's about time that you're leavin'
I'm gonna count to three and
Open my eyes and
You'll be gone

Take a Hint - Nightcore (Originally by Victorious Cast)

'Homicide? Suicide? Make a deal?' Those were the words I had written at the top of the page, querying as to how many people had done one of those three. Underneath those words I started to draw a cube – to be more precise, the tesseract. The edges became sharp and soon I was up to the stage of shading – the most difficult stage too!

The centre of the 3D cube had a fuzzy type of shading and then surrounding the cube were a few darker lines. Five minutes after I had finished, Clint Barton came back in and I jumped as the door slammed. He took his seat across from me

"So, what have you drawn?"

I could see him trying his hardest to wipe away any signs of suspicion, but I still caught a hint of it. But instead I just ignored it

"Ah, I believe it is my turn to ask a question."

He rolled his eyes and muttered "Smarter than she looks."

I quirked an eyebrow "Of course I am. Anyway, why did you ask me about my father?"

Barton gave be a stern look "Didn't we say something about not querying another person's questions?"

I shook my head "No, we didn't. And anyway, if we had, you would've broken the rule much earlier on."

He just nodded. "Your father was also found in the wreckage of the plane – barely alive. We took him to the same medical clinic that you were at. The next day you, Grant and your father all went missing. We ordered a search – it came up with nothing. At noon the next day we found you and your brother in the alleyway a block from Stark Tower, no sign of your father."

I was speechless, completely and utterly speechless. A few minutes passed before I could actually manage to mutter something intelligible "So that's why you thought Grant and I had had something to do with it."

He studied my body language but kept his face locked up. "So, what is it that you've drawn?"

Great. Just the question I was hoping to avoid. (hopefully) He hasn't recognised what I've drawn – and if he has, he's been very good at hiding it (well, he is a trained spy/assassin after all). Point blank, I was going to try and lie to Clint Barton – but mix in some truth (a partial truth is easier to tell than a lie).

"It's a cube, it represents me. The shaded area in the middle is where my secrets lie, meaning most people can't find them. The shading around the cube represents my noticeable traits – good and bad. That's all. It's just a cube."

I looked at my thumbs that were subconsciously twiddling by themselves; I don't know whether he believed me or not – more likely not. Cautiously I looked up and ALMOST gulped, his face showed that he didn't believe me and he was purposely not hiding it. Barton stared at me and I avoided eye contact – something Natasha had explained was a sign of lying (oops!) –

"You know Alberta; I thought we were going to be truthful to each other. I'm going to try again, what have you drawn?"

I placed my elbows on the table and leant on my hands, not saying a word about my drawing. However under my breath I muttered to myself

"Guess I'm going into grumpy-Grant mode – listens, but don't speak until you're broken."

I stared at the table, studying the little bumps that were on the surface. If I were an ant, I would crawl over that like we humans crawl over hills and walk in valleys. The door opened and I heard a voice (sounded like Natasha Romanoff)

"Barton, times up. Fury wants to pull you out, it's my turn."

I looked up and watched Barton's reaction, his eyes caught mine and he grimaced

"I really did like you kid."

I gave him a hint of a smile and I hoped he could tell that I was thanking him for being nice (ish) to me. I heard the door close again and it was (almost) silent. I could vaguely hear feet walking on the concrete (I assume it's concrete) floor of the room.

The back of my neck prickled as my arms were yanked from underneath me, my chin slamming against the cool metal of the table. I let out a small scream as my healing ribs hit the table a few moments after my chin and pain ripped through my chest like fire.

My breaths came in short gasps and I grunted as my arm (with my broken wrist) was grabbed and pulled into a position where Romanoff could break my shoulder if she wanted to. A quiet voice spoke in my ear

"Tell me what you know, now!"

I smiled as I felt the blood from my split chin fall onto my thigh, the cool hot liquid becoming cool as it dried.

"I would tell you – " my arm was pulled back further and I gritted my teeth "but I really don't know where you are in your timeline."

She pushed my already-stretched-too-far-arm closer to my back so that it felt like joint at the shoulder was about to snap apart, then she said in my ear

"What do you mean?"

Ok, so fighting Black Widow will get me nowhere, maybe cooperating might not be a bad idea

"I mean to say – or rather ask – what have the recent events been? Has there been so much as an alien invasion" Ok, now I was pushing my luck "Or some….corrupt organisation happening to show up in the midst of flying aircrafts crashing into one another?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"I already said that 'I really don't know where you are in your timeline."

She released my arm and pulled me back into a sitting position. I ripped the bottom of my top and folded it to stem the bleeding of my split chin. When I had firmly placed it where it would be most useful, Romanoff was sitting across the table from me. She looked at me with her face COMPLETELY blank

"Tell me more. Or else I'll just leave you here to rot; even better, we could just put your friend Penny out on the streets."

I glared at her and then sighed – she's got me good.

(A/N: I know, I know, Age of Ultron is coming out soon, but I'm not the sort of author who can put their OC's in the actual plotline of the movie, so I'm sorry, but I'm not going to include the plotline of Age of Ultron or any upcoming movies in this AU – Alternate Universe – fanfic. FYI, Alberta knows nothing about the upcoming Age of Ultron movie, but the other movies already out – Iron Man, Thor, Captain America, Avengers, Winter Soldier, Iron Man 3, Thor 2… - have happened before Alberta came crashing into their universe.)