Ivy here.
I wasn't sure what to expect. If we were somehow in the Marvel universe, then I expected S.H.I.E.L.D. would show up. Then again, maybe if, as I suspected, we were in the middle of The Avengers' timeline, then they might be too busy.
Then again, they probably wanted Hawkeye back.
So, all in all, with everything that had happened that day, I wasn't really surprised when Agent Phil Coulson walked through the front door, with the Black Widow trailing behind him. I had no doubt there were more agents elsewhere.
Inwardly, I was torn between squealing with delight – Black Widow is the best Avenger ever – and going out and hunting down Hawkeye by myself to find Miranda.
Agent Coulson addressed the director first, telling her he needed to talk to her for a moment, and they walked off.
Black Widow turned to us. "Are any of you Ivy Williams? If you are, I need to talk to you."
"I'm Ivy," I said, stepping forward.
Ariel looked us up and down. "Are you related? You look very alike."
I looked at Black Widow. "Not that I know of."
Ariel was right, though. Same red hair, same skin, and almost the same height, though she was a bit taller than me. The only main difference was our eyes – hers were green, mine blue. Miranda and many other friends had pointed out our resemblance on several occasions, and I was always happy when people did. Now… I didn't know what to think or feel about it.
"Natalie Rushman," she said by way of introduction. "We just have some questions to ask you. Is there somewhere we can go?"
I nearly bust out laughing when she introduced herself with that name, but managed to contain my laughter, knowing it would raise too many questions. And I didn't want to tell the truth.
Just so we're clear on this, I don't tell lies. Ever. However, telling them the truth would probably result in my being placed in an insane asylum. Or, if they actually believed me, would probably want to ask me more questions, would want to figure out what in the world had happened. Getting questioned by S.H.I.E.L.D. was never exactly on my list of things to do before I die.
Honestly, I didn't really care what had happened to end up with me in the wrong universe. I just wanted to get Miranda back, sleep for a couple days and, hopefully, wake up where we belonged – where ever the Avengers were fictional. We didn't belong in the Marvel universe.