"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.
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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."
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Yes, the person being interrogated is trying to cut her own deal.
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He waves at the wall to her right. You can almost feel the angry murmurs and indignation coming from behind it.
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"Do you really want an answer as to the stupid question?"
A troll: She is one.