Running Fearless ( Avengers Fanfiction)

Chapter 33

It was still warm. The blood that was splattered on her face, it was still warm. Katie sat with her knees to her chest staring down to the bodies that laid before her. One belonging to her father and the other to his murderer. It was strange that in this moment her mind wandered to this morning, to the few seconds before her eyes opened and how it seemed to predict this moment. How her gut seemed to tell her something was wrong when she stepped out of school and didn't see him.

She scrubbed the floor. He made her scrub the floor on her hands and knees and she was supposed to learn something. Now...now she'll never know what that lesson was. Her fingers gripped her knees as she stared down to her father wondering what she was suppose to do. In this moment. In life. She looked over to the dead body beside her father and knew that this moment would be twisted and turned, the truth never seeming quite believable. Katie released the hold she held on her knees and pushed forward, carefully reaching in her father's pocket and pulling out the familiar silver zippo the man always carried. He didn't smoke or at least she'd never seen him smoke. She always wondered why he carried the damn thing. Now, now it didn't matter because this little fire starter was the solution to all of her troubles.

Katie opened her eyes to see she was still in the room, staring over to a two way mirror. They had arrested her, tossed her in a room and then only brought her out the next morning. She wished she could say that this was new to her. That this was the first time she'd been sitting at a table, hand cuffed wrist resting in front of her. She didn't turn when the door opened. The foot steps neared until Agent David Jackson, Jack as he seemed to be called, appeared in front of her, a manilla folder in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He placed both on the table, sliding only the glass over to her. She looked down to the glass in distaste before looking back over to him.

"You've been here for a while, I know you're thirsty and I know you're hungry." Jack said folding his arms over his chest. "I also know you're pregnant, so you can play the tough chick act or you can take care of your baby." Katie glared at him for a moment before begrudgingly taking the glass and drinking the water. She emptied the glass proving to both of them that she really was thirsty.

"Good, maybe now you'll take that sandwich I offered." he said before twirling a finger signaling someone not in the room. Katie lifted her head to the camera that hung in the corner of the room, the blinking red light letting her know that this was being recorded. Jack followed her eyes. "It's only protocol."

"I'm aware."

"We I guess you would be." Jack said and Katie brought her eyes back to his. "You know I've read your file backwards and forward and I'm kind of surprised you haven't been thrown in a very dark prison by now." He flipped open the folder. " I mean there's cyber fraud, computer hacking, and a few more pages that I doubt you're interested in. Nothing ever stuck though. But then again there was never any solid evidence to pin you to anything." he chuckled as she shuffled through papers. "Someone computer smart like you probably got rid of the evidence." he glanced up to her, noting the never changing bored expression on her face. "Do you know why you're here, Ms. Banks?"

"Slow week here at the CIA, I guess." Katie said with a shrug. " I mean there are more pressing matters happening in the world, but for some reason you find me a threat."

"I do." Jack said seriously as he folded his hands over the table and leaned in slightly closer. "You look innocent, rich friends and all, but I know the truth. I know how much of threat you truly are."

"That's funny." Katie said with a smirk as she folded her hands over the table, leaning in as well showing she wasn't intimidated by him. "I don't even know how much of a threat I am."

"I highly doubt that, but we're not here to discuss how big of a threat you are." Jack replied before pulling out on of the sheets of paper and sliding it over to Katie. "This was one of the correspondents picked up today. It's in German, so I'm not sure if you can read it—"