Kagome drummed her fingers against the table's surface as she examined the room she had been forced in. It was getting sort of boring waiting for whoever she was supposed to wait for, but perhaps that was a tactic of theirs.
She couldn't really blame these people, she had shown up out of nowhere armed and bloodied. After years of Shikon shard hunting, they were finally cornering Naraku. In the latest battle against him and his, he pulled some sort of... who knew. But she ended up here, wherever here was.
The door opened and a dark skinned man swept into the room, wearing nothing but black and a black eye patch over his left eye. He pulled the chair across from her out and took a seat.
She could only raise a brow at his dark stare, if he was trying to intimidate her, it wasn't working. There were those far more frightening that had glared darkly at her with intention to kill, among other ill intentions towards her, and she had pretty much spat in their faces. She had been naively young and ignorant at 15, but now she was 18 and had the experience and skills to back her up.
"My people say you showed up out of nowhere. Covered in blood and armed." he opened a thin file that he had brought with him. "The tests they ran show most of that blood isn't yours."
Licking her lips, she slouched in her chair, hoping to get a little more comfortable. Repeating facts was annoying, something she was quick to understand why Sesshoumaru himself hated repeating himself.
The man's sole eye narrowed at her move. "Well?"
"You'll have to define what is is you're asking me."
"How do you breach our securities? Is there a goal in all of this? Because let me tell you, way have ways of dealing with threats."
Sniffing, and trying her damnedest to stop a yawn, Kagome took him in. "There is no goal in... breaching your securities as you put it. And I haven't done anything to you and yours, yet you sit there threatening me. Interesting first impression."
"Listen here, girl, you will tell me who you are, how you got into S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters and what you want."
"Stating what I am is not going to insult me to a point where I get angry and start talking. Who I am is not really important, but if you want a name, call me Kagome. To be honest, never heard of S.H.I.E.L.D. And what I want? Nothing from you. Well..." she glanced to the side and scratched her cheek. "Maybe something to eat... and some water, if you're feeling charitable."
Usually she wasn't like this at all, but she had been fighting all day and this man way accusing her of something or other with how he was questioning and glaring at her. It was rude, but at the moment, she was too exhausted to care. Even if she could hear her Mama scolding her in the back of her head.
Now that was someone that could make you talk.
Jumping slightly and out of her thoughts, Kagome raised a brow at the move the man suddenly pulled. He slammed his hands down heavily and loudly against the table and pushed himself into standing which caused his chair to screech against the floor as it was pushed back so suddenly.
"Listen here, you will tell us what we want to know."
"I've cooperated and answered your questions." she was not at all put off by his intimidation tactics, looming over her like a massive angry dark being.
"Talk!"
Her eyes slid up to the man, scratching her cheek once again. She was growing more and more exhausted, and she had more important things to do. Like go to the past and stop a maniac to ensure there was a present and future. Which also meant saving this man's life.
"I am talking though." by now, she couldn't fight the yawn that was building up.
"We have ways of getting what we want."
"I'm sure you think you're capable of such."
Torture. Not something she was a stranger too. Sadly. She had been 15 when she first encountered her first spiritual, mental, emotional and physical forms of torture. That first year in the past, she had been weak, but after everything, she swore to herself 'Never again', and forced herself to become stronger.
"How is it you usually put it... Right." she stared him in the eye. "You don't have the clearance to know."
She flared out her aura, feeling all those that were encompassed... wherever she was, had been doing so the moment she arrived and had been sending pulses her entire stay. A distress call to any and all that would receive it and understand and hopefully... help her.
The man's brows furrowed tightly, and as he was about to speak up once again, but the door opened, drawing both of their attention. He turned his anger towards the intruder.
"What?!"
The woman seemed undisturbed by the barked question, or the man's angry aura. "Sir. We have orders to release her."
The man swung his gaze back to her, she could only raise a brow in question.
"You stated you never heard of S.H.I.E.L.D."
"And I haven't, until today."
"Then how is it someone from higher up, is ordering for your release?"
"I don't know. Well... I have a few ideas... but no actual facts." she was sure her youkai friends from the pasts were now powerful 'people' for such... organizations. But like she said, she had no fact to back her theories up.
Did that mean she was part of whatever... S.H.I.E.L.D. was, in a roundabout way?
The man leaned in closer to her, his shoulders hunching making him look like he was getting ready to pounce.
"Sir." the woman's firm tone caused the man to back off. "Her escort is here."
"I have an escort?" she leaned forward and gazed out the open door and her eyes widened as far as they could in her exhausted state. A slow smirk formed. "You sly old dog you."
Her 'escort' stepped into the room, piercing gaze on the man before it slid her way. "You still seem to have the ability to land yourself into these damnable situations."
"It's not like I go out doing it for the fun of it."
"Hn." Sesshoumaru turned to the other male. "Her belongings, they are to be returned to her."
"I don't-"
"Don't make me repeat myself. Director."
Said director narrowed his eyes on Sesshoumaru. If this had been the Feudal Era, Sesshoumaru may have cut him down for such an act. Maybe.
"Fine. Agent Hill, make sure, Kagome, here get's her belongings returned."
Kagome stood, stretching her sore and tired muscles. Facing the man, she blinked a couple of times before bowing.
"It was... interesting meeting you sir." standing back up, she scratched the back of her head. "I'm sorry for the disruption of you and yours."
"Kagome."
"Coming." she waved one last time towards the director as she turned to follow Sesshoumaru out of the room.
"Excuse me."
Kagome paused once she was out of the hallway, turning towards the newest speaker, and raised a brow in question when her eyes landed on a man that looked very much, like he didn't belong. Combed back dark hair, immaculate trimmed facial hair, business suit. All in all, he looked like a man of money, not military.
"Yes?"
"Tony Stark." he stuck out his hand with a grin.
Glancing at the hand, she glanced back up and took it wondering who he was and what he wanted. She had also heard the faint growl that came from Sesshoumaru when the man uttered his name.
"I just wanted to say, seeing you rile ol' One Eye like that in the face of his stare, this is an honor."
"Uh... thanks?"
"Stark."
Both turned to another man that stepped out of a room, most likely the one that was hidden behind the two-way mirror from the interrogation room she had been in.
Sandy color hair cut short, dark blue eyes quickly assessed her, dark leather jacket the some dark violet detailing and black jeans and boots completed his look.
"What?! I'm just saying, we've seen grown men cry for their mommies and wet themselves when the Director enters that room. Yet this little thing here does neither? You have to admit, it's impressive." Tony Stark turned back towards her. "How old are you anyways kid?"
"18. Why?" her brows furrowed when she noticed how his brows angled in such a way and a certain shine entered his eyes.
"Stark, no."
Said man towards the other. "I wasn't-"
"You were thinking it. Just as bad."
Before Kagome could even come to understand what was going on, Sesshoumaru pulled her out of the handshake-hold-thingy that was still going on between herself and Mr. Stark.
"Ah! Not so fast you tall freak of nature!" and Sesshoumaru was abnormally tall from someone of Japanese heritage, but she had always stalked it up to his youkai heritage.
"You will never allow yourself to be alone with that man."
"But I wasn't alone!"
"We shall retrieve your belongings and then leave."
"Are we going home? Can I have something to eat, a bath and bed?"
"Hn."
Tony and Clint watched the two walk away. Well, one was marching, the other was being dragged away.
Turning to the archer, Tony raised a brow. "And you were worried about me and her? What do you call that?"
"None of our business." Clint turned to leave, Tony walking after him with his hands on his slack's pockets.
"You have to admit, she's a looker. And knowing that she's an archer more than caught your attention." he gave the man a sly smirk when he saw the furrowed brows. He leaned towards his fellow teammate and whispered. "She is legal~."
"Stark..."
"Yeah, yeah." he waved a hand. "You have your Widow. Let's just pray she doesn't go the way of the mantis though."
Director Fury on the other hand, pinched the bridge of his nose, more than exhausted with what had happened today. "I'm getting old and need a vacation."
AN: Wanted to update today, but didn't know with what. Then I remembered I had this! A tad on the darker side, but just a tad, though I did end it off on a high note! This one... really have no idea where it came from. It just... came into existence. Other than that; read, enjoy, and review!