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The thing about fixing the ultimate fuck up courtesy of Thanos was that it set other universes askew. Which is how Lorna finds herself not-so-gracefully transplanted into a world that has just undone the damage caused by those damned infinity stones.

Which lands her even less graciously escorted to the Avengers HQ. See, she kind of made a bit of a name for herself in a way they didn't like.

"I told you," She started, green hair rolling off her shoulder as she gives a piercing stare. "I'm a mutant. I do magnet things, if that basic English is basic enough for you."

Clint leans back in his chair, hands behind his back. He never like the wooden chairs in the sometimes-interrogation-sometimes-storage rooms, they were too hard for his tastes. Everyone always thinks about how the poor furniture feels for the person being interrogated, but do they ever think of the person doing the interrogating? No, and it's a damn shame.

"Rrrrright, mutant. That's at least high school biology, not basic English, sweetheart. People with abilities like yours are usually an incredible danger to others, as well as incredibly hostile. I know you gave our agents some trouble on the way in, but since you're not trying to kill me at this moment, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt."

He props his legs up on the table as well. It's not even a questioning tactic, he's just lazy.

"And you're not a danger? I'm here because you and your merry band of whatevers couldn't even keep stones out of some jackass's oversized and tacky glove. Speaking of, what was that glove made out of?" Her point is she could have manipulated the shit out of that metal.

That gets him to sit up straight and put on his rarely heard Serious Agent Barton voice.

"The events involving the second attack on New York and the resulting hallucinations are highly classified, including any and all fashion accessories that may or may not have existed. Also our merry band of whatevers are highly skilled, highly powered, and highly trained. They will not hesitate to make your life hell should you let any of said secrets leave this room."

May or may not have existed bc honestly when you reformat the universe so many times it gets hard to keep track.

"So, what do I get for keeping your secrets in this room, hm? Less cuffs and power nullifiers?" She raises a green eyebrow ever so slightly.

"It depends. Be a cooperative, generally nice person while you're here, and I'm sure we can work some stuff out for you. You made it sound like you're from a different universe; with the shit I've seen, I'm inclined to believe that. If you can give us any info that might ID people that would know or help you in this world, we can help you track them down."

He takes a big gulp of the complimentary fuck-you-I-have-water glass of water in front of him. Shit, even this water tastes shitty. Maybe this really is just torture designed for him, not her.

"Take these cuffs off and I'll talk, but as long as my powers are suppressed, I'm not inclined. I was born with the ability to have these powers, so technically you're doing something you shouldn't. It'd be like putting me in cuffs for my skin color or religion. It's called racism, ever heard the term?"

#sass

"See, the thing about racism is, there needs to be a race. You make it sound like there's a whole group of people like you, but you're just about the only one here who was 'born' with their powers. We've got folks that got their powers through tech, some enhanced, and the Inhumans that I officially know nothing about, but no...what did you call yourself? Mutants?"

"Yes." Cue exasperated sigh. "Mutants, homo superior. Define 'tech' and 'enhanced'." Not a new concept to her, but this world seems batshit, so. Best to get their definitions.

"Well, you know about Rasin Supreme and his rock collection, so you probably won't be surprised to hear that a few of the Avengers have gotten their powers either directly or indirectly from the Infinity Stones. And a solid chunk of us don't have any powers outside of our tech or suits. Everything from wingsuits, chemical cocktails, and Stark tech. Lots of Stark tech."

He raises his behind, trying to move something in his back pocket.

"I know for sure this microphone pack is Stark tech because its a pain in my ass."

"Yeah, well, Tony's a dick like that. You can quote me on that too, by the way." Snarky wink incoming. "How about this. How about you let me on your team -- your merry band of whatevers, I believe I said -- and you get someone who can manipulate all kinds of metals and magnetic fields, and I get your resources to find people I might know."

Yes, the person being interrogated is trying to cut her own deal.

Her confidence earns a smirk from Clint. "I like your confidence, kid, it reminds me of Wanda, if that name means anything to you. Shit, if you know Tony, you probably know a lot of the folks around here. I'm sure we could work out a full introduction down the line. And the metal magnet shit? Yeah, I can definitely see that being useful. Shit, it would have made Ultron a hell of a lot easier to deal with."

"Maximoff? Yeah, my half sister. Though, I'm not too useful with these power-restricting cuffs on." Wink wink. Please to be removing them, sir. "Do you have the key?"

"Ok, look, I don't know how stupid I am in your world, but over here I've been doing this shit for years. Even rookie cops don't take cuff keys into the same room as the perp. Now, you're not a perp, but I'm also not the one with the keys, or the authority to remove them. Those folks are over there behind the cliche glass, so you need to impress them if you wanna rub your wrists."

He waves at the wall to her right. You can almost feel the angry murmurs and indignation coming from behind it.

She shoots an overly cheesey smile in their direction, then turns her attention back to Clint.

"Do you really want an answer as to the stupid question?"

A troll: She is one.

( for controlthechaos » from here )

I need a bookstore that is out of stock, out of print of anything Alex Summers.

And yes because I would have someone to share non questionable fashion advice with, ok.

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