So.
I don't think I can write this without messing it up.
Just for your sakes, I'll write this little ditto, but I don't think I'll be able to manage this properly. Who knows, maybe I'll pick it up again later on, but for now it'll be on an indefinite hiatus, possibly permanent. We'll see.
So.
Apparently, the bald guy is Nick Fury, who is the Director of a government spy agency known as SHIELD. They had noticed 'anomalies' (us) flying by, and because they're paranoid they went and dropped a net on us.
From what I've gathered, anyway.
"Whatever the hell you do," I hissed. "If you dare-"
"We're not going to test on you," Fury assured. "Calm down."
"Calm down? CALM DOWN? YOU JUST ESSENTIALLY KIDNAPPED US-"
"You're overreacting."
"Well, to be fair," said Iggy. "We were just grabbed out of the sky without warning."
Fury turned his eye to him.
"That is creepy," said Gazzy.
"Like, that eyepatch kinda makes me think of a pirate- are you a pirate?- but-"
"Nudge, I don't think he's amused."
"Awww."
"So." Fury was talking again. "Exactly how long have you had those wings?"
"Since birth."
... I am shocked.
Fang was the one who answered that.
Not me, not Nudge, not Iggy.
Fang.
While I was busy trying to pick my jaw up from the ground, Angel started talking.
"When can we leave?" she asked, her eyes wide and innocent as she looked up.
"... I don't know," he said, and wow, I don't think he looks very comfortable in this situation. Not really sure how to deal with kids, I guess. "With the fact that human-bird hybrids apparently exist, people are no doubt going to want to ask questions."
"So... We can't?"
"..." If he wasn't uncomfortable then, he's definitely uncomfortable now. "Not yet."
"... Okay."
If I were to hazard a guess, he's barely hiding a wince as he turns around and leaves the interrogation room.
Say what you will about characterization, if I messed up, well, now you know why I don't think I can write this.