The Intertogation,... Whoa

Alivia POV

It was dark.

Cold, even.

Like, ...I was waking up without blankets. Not the best way to kick off the morning.

I start to stretch, ...just to be stopped by a rattle and clang.

Something was attached to my wrist. A cold metal band...

'Handcuffs?'

I looked to my left hand, moving it slightly in my confusion, just to see a silver band and chain move with it.

*Clatter* a little bit harder this time *CLATTER!* a swift motion, * CLANK!* "Ngh!" *Chatter* 'ugh, that hurt'

I gently rub my poor, sore wrist. 'It doesn't feel like a dream. I would've been able to tear out of that...'

My mind is working in over drive as I desperately try to recall what I did yesterday, 'I went to bed...'

As I try to contemplate what the hell happened, I fail to notice the door opening and someone walking inside. They sit across from me as,

"Sleepwalking?" I ask aloud, still lost and confused as to how I got in this predicament in the first place. While debating what happened in my own little world,

*cough*

Startled I looked towards the sound.

I suck in a heavy breath of air as I jump, "Jesus!"

-breaths out- "when did you get there?" I ask, while my heart heavily pounds in my chest. I let out another deep breath in hopes of relaxing.

Flatly they reply, "Not long."

Time slowly ticks by as I start to register what's happening.

... 'I ...I don't like this....' I start to internally freak out.

'I Really don't like this!' My back starts to sweat and the palms of my hands are clamming up. My legs bounce, jittering with excess energy....

'I'm terrified!'

I went to bed not an electric chair!

"Please..., tell me this is an Ellen DeGeneres TV show thing..., please." I'm practically whining and begging here.

They are not amused, nor do they seem to care....

Me neither for that matter. I just want to get the hell out! I really, Really don't like it here. Leaving, sounds like a brilliant idea...

"Do you know why you're here?" They ask.

I let out a small, "no" as I glance a few times at the door. 'I could run right? It's not like they have the chair bolted to the floor right? I could make it...'

I glance back at the person, only for them to raise their eyebrow.

"No!" I panic. "I really don't! I didn't do anything!" Fear causing me to trail off.

"Then why are you panicking?"

I froze, 'Panic?'

I looked the guy, dead in the eye. I might have calmed down,  but...

"Panic?" My voice drips with venom as I glare at this man. This stupid. Stupid. Man.

I'm waaay passed terrified. Now. I'm just pissed.

"You try going to bed in bed, and wake up in cuffs!" I scoffed, my voice deep and dangerous. "Of course I Panicked!" I cross my arms, "I'm not Sherlock, you know." Rolling my eyes.

"After all, the only difference," I mumble, " I'm not naked in bed." Glancing at the wall.

'I don't know what'd be worse, actually...'

"So, You tell Me." I lean back in my chair, turning to look at the man. "Why am I here?" I glare.

He stared at me a little bit, probably shocked at my sudden change in mood, not like I care. Not at this point.

He opened his mouth.

"What do you know about the Avengers?"

I huff, even more pissed then I was, "That's, why I'm here? The Avengers?! Really?!!"

"What do you know?" Dum dum asked again.

His stupidity makes me roll my eyes. "Everything I know, Genius, is already on the internet. More even. So I'll tell you. What I know isn't even the Tip of the Iceberg." A wonderful spew of sarcasm drips out of my mouth.

This idiot was just what I needed to make this fine morning all the more Wonderful.

"So..., if you know nothing of the 'Avengers'" I quote with my fingers, " then you must be more in the dark ages than I am." I smile innocently, tilting my head just for effect.

Then I stare flatly at the man, "So. You tell me, Dum dum." I pause, "If you don't know about the Avengers, What could you possibly know about me? Why would you want to kidnap me? Only fair, I think."

The man finished writing something on his paper and slid it over to my side so I cloud read. "This is what we know about you."

Special File

First seen: XX / XX / 20XX

Alivia Jigen Sky

Personality: Shy, but friendly. Acts like a child. Handles customers well.

... Sarcastic (newly written in pen)

"...That's it?" I asked.

"That's all you're allowed to see."

*chuckle* "Thanks. Love the addition." I said with a genuine smile, then smirked, "But it's still wrong."

He just stared.

I'm sure my eyes were twinkling with mirth, " It's 20xx. Not 20XX, I can't believe you guys got the year wrong." I corrected. 'and I thought I was bad.' (A/N: I'm keeping the years the same cause I don't know the Avengers timeline enough)

The guy finally had a reaction, his eyes widened, making me become confused,

"What?" I asked him.

I heard the click of the door opening, I looked up.

"It is indeed 20XX, Miss Sky"

My mouth dropped, I was looking at 'Nick Fury' who just walked in. Leaving the door behind him all the way open so I could see. At this point I was sure I didn't have eyes cause I saw the group of Avengers, ...or at least the cast. I saw Tony with a heavy smirk, clearly enjoying my expression or this ...situation. Bruce seemed to be fidgeting, a lot. Natasha was walking up to Fury. Steve seemed... shocked, well his eyes were pretty wide, so I'm going with shocked. While Clint seemed to be having a good time.

I just stared for a good while.

Then I remember Tony, A.K.A Sherlock was there too, 'Fudge. Had to mention that scene.'

I slapped my forehead fighting off my nerves. "This has got to be a joke! The biggest prank of the Century!"

I looked at each person in the room, one-by-one dead in the eyes, "So how much you gett'n paid for this?"

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Steve POV

I was watching the girl behind the glass with Fury and my teammates.

I'm just as curious as the rest, but I didn't think it was right.

Clint had carried her into the interrogation room and placed her on a metal chair, hand cuffing her left hand to the arm rest.

Sure, I wondered how she knew about us. We were known by the public after the New York incident, but she knew more ...personal stuff. Man of Iron, and Bruce being the Hulk, were some of the few to name. The public knew of the Hulk, not who the Hulk is and Bruce wanted to keep it that way.

So I understand bringing her back to headquarters, but tying her up while she slept... I couldn't help pitying the poor girl.

I didn't like it. She was just a kid. I walked up to the glass wall and placed my hand on it. After a little while I turned my head to look at Fury.

"Really?" I asked.

"Did we have to put her in the interrogation room?" I furrowed my eyebrows at him in frustration.

"Yes." He states. "We don't know from who or where she got her information from and if she has powers. I want answers, Captain."

I saw Tony roll his eyes and Bruce shake his head.

Nat pipped in, "It's a precaution Steve. We want to be sure she's safe, that's why she's in cuffs."

"I know, Nat. But still..." I turn to look at the girl, " we could have at least put her in a bed."

I'm concerned how she'll take this. She really doesn't deserve it. Starting from the time the mission began and even in Tony's Park recordings she's acted like a normal teenager away from home.

I'm lost in my thoughts when I hear Tony. "Hey Cap. I don't think you need to worry anymore."

"Why?"

"Sleeping Beauty awakes." He smiles.

I sigh at his comment, 'I wish he'd take this seriously. She's probably-'

*Clatter* The noise draws my attention back to their girl. *CLATTER!* She tried to pull harder... this time determination fills her face and with a swift motion, * CLANK!*

"Ngh!" *Chatter* I cringe a bit at the sound 'That must of hurt.' Her face contorted into a pained expression.

I watch the girl rub her wrist. I can't help but wonder what she was thinking, well is thinking since she seems to be lost in thought. Even when the agent enters the room she fails to notice.

"Just like Tony." I hear Clint say.

"Sleepwalking?" She asks, almost perfectly answering Clint. Which causes him to laugh and a few of us to chuckle, except Tony.

The agent coughs drawing all of our attention towards him, including the girls.

She jumps. Not at the sound, but as a realization someone was there. I furrowed my brows at her Language and Nat pats me on the shoulder with a small smirk.

I hear Tony, "Too bad she was cuffed. She could have flown!" Clint laughed while I'm sure Bruce might have smiled.

Taking deep breaths, the girl places her right hand over her chest, "when did you get there?" She asked. She was trying to calm down.

"Not long."

As time passes, she starts to register what position she's in. My chest starts to ache in pain and guilt as a see fear start take over the girl. I know this is part of the process to get information, but ...I can't help but feel this is too much. Even Tony and Clint stopped joking when they saw her panic.

Her fear continues to grow as we watch. That agent just sits there. Not doing anything.

Then she slowly opens her mouth absolutely terrified, "Please..., tell me this is an Ellen DeGeneres TV show thing..., please." She begs.

"Ellen DeGeneres?" I ask, not taking my eyes off her.

"Comedian." Clint answers. 

She's looking around the room in search of something, taking multiple glances at the door.

"Do you know why you're here?" The agent asks.

The girl avoids eye contact and answers him with a small "no" again glancing at the door.  I couldn't help but compare her to a small animal, backed in a corner ready to bolt. They really didn't have to push her this far, right from the start.

There was some more silence before....

"No!" She panicked. "I really don't. I didn't do anything!"

"Then why are you panicking?"

Time seemed to stop as her face shifted from pure and utter terror to a blank stare. Her eyes shifted too. ...I'm pretty sure the temperature dropped a few degrees.

That question seemed to set off a hidden bomb as she starts to respond.

"Panic?" Her voice seems to drip venom, her eyes shifting to a deadly glare. I swear she was looking at a disgusting bug!

"And that, gentlemen, is why you don't piss off a woman." Tony smiles and gestures towards her. While Nat has a really big smile on her face, if the girl doesn't turn out to be an enemy I'm sure they'll get along pretty well.

The girl continued.

"You try going to bed in bed, and wake up in cuffs!" She scoffed. Her voice now deep. "Of course I Panicked!" She crossed her arms, "I'm not Sherlock, you know."

"After all, the only difference," She mumbled, " I'm not naked in bed." She stared at the wall.

"Amen to that." Tony remarks. "Wouldn't mind seeing it though."

I face palmed. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. One, Tony's remark and two, the fact that she even said.... that. I turned to yell at Tony. Only to see Bruce blushing, Clint covering his open mouth with his hand, Nat sighed shaking her head and Fury kept staring at the girl wanting to get on with it, ignoring Tony's comment and probably the girls too.

"So, You tell Me." She continues leaning back in the chair. "Why am I here?" She demands.

"What do you know about the Avengers?"

She lets out an exasperated huff, "That's, why I'm here? The Avengers?! Really?!!"

.... ... that ...kind of hurt actually.

"What do you know?" The agent repeated his question.

She rolled her eyes, "Everything I know, Genius." she paused. "Is already on the internet. More even. So I'll tell you. What I know isn't even the Tip of the Iceberg."

My jaw dropped.

I looked wide eyed at Tony. I think we all did, well except Fury, he just glared. Tony put his hands up, saying it wasn't him.

"So..., if you know nothing of the 'Avengers'" She stated with air quotes, " then you must be more in the dark ages than I am." She smiles innocently, tilting her head.

Tony and Clint awe and coo, playing along, while I just tsk. We didn't have time for this. Just before I start to say something to them...

"So tell me, Dum dum." They lost it then and there.

"If you don't know about the Avengers, What could you possibly know about me? Why would you want to kidnap me? Only fair, I think." She states.

The man finished writing something on a paper in front of him and slid it over to her. "This is what we know about you."

I'm assuming it was her file. I don't know why they'd show it to her.

"...That's it?" She asked.

"That's all you're allowed to see." He stated.

She chucked. "Thanks. Love the addition." She smiled.

Then she smirked, "But it's still wrong."

The agent stared and so did we.

Her eyes seemed to laugh, "It's 20xx. Not 20XX, I can't believe you guys got the year wrong." She scoffed.

'...She's like me.' I thought. But in reverse and a much, Much smaller time difference. I was shocked. How was that possible? Everyone goes forward in time, even in my case, but to go back....

"Hey Capsicale!" Tony voice bounces with glee.

"What?!" I ask with annoyance.

"Don't you want to meet her?"

I pause and look to see Fury gone with my team heading out the door. I quickly fallow.

"What?" I hear on the other side of the door.

Fury opens the door walking in, leaving it wide open, letting all of us see her.

"It is indeed 20XX, Miss Sky" Fury states. The other agent quietly gets up and leaves.

Her mouth dropped open at the sight of us. As she eyes each of us, a blush seems to creep across her face. She stares for a while, her blush only grew deeper. I'm assuming Tony winked at her since I remembered her earlier ...inappropriate comment.

Then she slapped her forehead, wiping away her blush as she says, "This has got to be a joke! The biggest prank of the Century!" She gestured her arms wide in exasperation, well would have if her left hand wasn't attached to the chair.

"So how much you gett'n paid for this?" She asks with sass.

"Not enough doll, not enough." Tony shakes his head with a shrug playing along. I can tell Fury's running out of patience.

"So Rocky," she starts.  I look at Tony, who raised an eyebrow at the name. "Where's the hidden camera?"

We all look at each other, while Fury keeps his attention on her.

She cocks an eyebrow, "There's gotta be some cameras. No way Ellen or Saturday Night Live would miss a prank this good, a citizen meeting the Avenger cast. ...Though," 'cast?' I wonder "normally they carry the prank in public, not kidnap a person." She hisses in annoyance.

"What do you mean the Avengers information is on the internet?" Fury asks, clearly his penitence has run out.

She deadpanned him and I heard Tony snicker.

"Could someone lend me their phone, so I can show you the internet?" She asked flatly.

"Here, Miss?" I offer her mine, since I've only used it to text and call.

"Alivia, Alivia Sky" she smiles in thanks and offers her hand.

I take it, "Steve Rogers, ma'am." Giving her hand a firm shake.

She sighed heavily as if she was giving up. "I'm not that old." She mumbles, slumping her shoulders.

I blush, while Tony and Clint laugh, the others chuckle and Fury ...smirks.

She smoothly enters my phone's internet, I'm still learning so I watch her over her shoulder. She goes to google.com and types in 'The Avengers'. A few blogs show up and a few pictures from the New York incident. I cringe as she clicks the images. They show pictures from the battle, not the best memory. I turn to look at her face, she looks confused. I look to the others, they are waiting... except Tony who's on his phone, ...probably hacking into mine to see what she has on the screen.

I look back to her, this time she types 'The Avengers Ultron'. It's the same stuff as 'The Avengers', she types faster 'Infinity War' 'Civil War' it's the same results. She looks up at us.

"Alright, who hacked the internet?" She asks. I'm confused as to what she's looking for.

"Me!" Tony cries, his arm raised in excitement like a school boy. Plenty of us are rolling our eyes and Bruce just sadly shaking his head.

She chuckles, "Down, Tony."

"Aw" he pouts, putting his arm down.

"I just don't understand." She says going back to typing. 'Iron Man' I cringe at Tony's egoistic pictures, I glance seeing Tony smile. I glance back and see 'Iron Man 2 & 3' 'Captain America' 'The Black Panther' pictures show up, blogs show up...

"Why?!" She asks

'X-men' pictures of guys wearing X shirts show up. (A/N wonder if Charles keeps watch?) 'Doctor Strange' a surgeon shows up.

She's getting frustrated.

I look to her, "Why?!" She runs her right hand through her hair. "Why aren't the movies showing up?!"

"Movies?" Clint perks up.

"Yeah," she replies looking up "everyone had their own movies, Tony's Iron Man, Steve, Thor and how he came a long way from a spoiled rich prince, Hulk has his own movies but they couldn't settle on the actors, though he did have an awesome TV series! ...Well, okay not everyone..." she states as she sees Clint's eyes sparkle. "Clint and Natasha don't have their own movies"

Clint's shoulders slump as I look to see Tony's smile widen, he's not gonna let Clint live that one down, "...but" she starts again and Clint seems hopeful " S.H.I.E.L.D apparently has a TV show, don't know if you guys appeared as star guests," she shrugs "never had cable."

"That's mean." Clint fake cries.... I think it's a fake cry. Nat pats his shoulder.

"Oh! Oh! How many do I have?!" Tony asks wanting to rub it in I'm sure.

"The Iron Man movies or Robert Downy Jr movies?" She asks.

Before Tony can reply, Fury interrupts, " We are not 'acting' Miss Sky, this is real. You are in SHIELD headquarters and it is the year 20XX."

She looks at him with a blank face, as if to say 'really'. Fury jesters to the phone. I watch as she closes the internet and pulls up the calendar, giving her the year.

Her eyes widen, "What the fucking hell!?!"

I cough, "Language."

She looks to me shocked, then back to the phone, then back to me. "Is the atomic clock broken?" She asks me.

I look to the group for help. Tony has a big smirk, Clint and Nat are smiling, Bruce a sad smile and Fury's still watching Alivia.

So I look back to her and try to think of and answer, "No?" I wasn't sure.

She looked at me for a while, it made me nervous (A/N actually it was only a few seconds at worse)

"You don't know do you?"

I shut my mouth.

She sighed heavily.

"Well, Fudge.