shadows from the past {a marvel fanfic}

Chapter 2: The interrogation

your hands are put in restraints and you are asked to follow a few agents. you feel the energy drain out of you, like your legs could give out on you at any moment. "where are we going?" you ask but Bucky nor the agents said anything. you are pushed into a room, filled with the avengers, standing before them. shit this wasn't good. "there you are again" a man said strictly. he looked familiar to you, but you couldn't quite place it. "so you are gonna tell us who you are, and how you could break in to this building" he asked. you didn't answer not knowing what to do. "lost your fucking tongue?" the man said. "Tony give her some time" another man said. then it clicked, the man was Tony Stark. "you're gonna talk or do we need to get it out of you" he said in a threatening tone. at that moment you feel your legs literally give out. "can i sit down" you ask them. "no your gonna tell us first" Tony said strictly, and clearly pissed off. " i can't" you say coldly. "why because you are a spy, are you asked to spy on us!" he now said moving closer to you. "can i sit" you asked as your legs started to shake, barely able to keep yourself up. "no, you're gonna speak up first" he said again. "i, i" you said, closing your eyes, trying to manage some strength, but you failed. your legs gave out as you quickly gabbed a chair for some sort of support. you saw a few shocked faces, but Tony's face kept emotionless, almost angry. Captain America came up to you, wanting to help you sit down, but you pushed him away. "i can do it myself, i don't need help, especially not from you" you said to him. he backed away as you sit down. 

"you won't believe me if i told you the truth, and you're not supposed to know the truth" you say . you had no idea how to get out of this situation, but you somehow had too, without them knowing too much. "why can't we know?" Natasha asked you in a more friendly tone. "because, ...you just can't" you say looking down. "why can't we!" Tony now yelled at you. "you just can't" you say back, feeling you're getting a little irritated now. "okay then tell me who the fuck you are" he asked. "i'm Kage" you tell him. "and a surname?" he asked. "i don't have one" you say confidently. "yeah sure, so Kage, why is there no fucking record of you?" he asked. "there is only 1 reason why, and that is because you are a spy. so who do you work for huh? fucking hydra or something" he now almost yell at you. "no" you simply say. "then why the fuck can't you tell us how you got into the building, who you are, or why we keep running into you, huh!" he says in an angry degrading tone. "because it can fuck up the timeline!" you yell back, immediately regretting letting your emotions get the best of you. 

everyone looks shocked at you. "you-you're from the future?" Tony asked a mixture of surprise and shock in his tone. you sigh "yes, is that the answer you wanted, can i go now?" you ask them. "no of course you can't go now, why are you here?" he asks now in a more normal tone. "because..... because you are all in danger. but i can't tell you anything more than that, because.." "because it will fuck up the timeline" Tony finishes for you. you nod your head. "are we seriously believing this?" Captain America asks. "well you can believe whatever you want, i prefer you don't believe it, it's up to you...captain" you say mockingly. god you already hated his guts. he looks at you confused "what did i do to you?" he asked. "it's what you're gonna do that pisses me off. but you don't believe in time travel so i may be talking bullshit right now" you say sarcastically. 

Tony sighs, looking around the room. "so what do you want from me now?" you ask them. "i guess that's all, but intervene with us one more time and we will lock you up, do you understand?" Tony says in a strict tone again , jeez he had an fucking ego. "what did you think i was trying to do, you are the ones kidnaping me here" you said snapping back at him, you hated the way he talked to you. it was silent for a while and an agent got rid of your handcuffs, "okay you can go now" Tony said. "well thanks i guess" you said trying to get up, but your muscles were too tired to function. "fuck" you sigh, "guess i'm going nowhere just yet" you said. "what's wrong?" a kind looking man asked you. "nothing just, it will be fine in a few minutes, maybe an hour" you said. "do you need a doctor?" he asked you kindly. "no i'm used to it " you say to him coldly. "alright, i guess you can find your way out yourself?" Tony asked irritated. "yes i can" you say staring at him. you had no idea why everyone loved that man, he was an asshole. "alright" he said as he left. they all left the room except Captain America. who just looked at you. "don't fucking look at me like that" you snap at him. "like what?" he asks. "like you fucking pity me. i can handle myself" you say, looking in another direction.

"can't believe time travel is real" he says after a moment of silence. "what are you still doing here, i know my way out, go on with your life" you tell him. "is it that bad, what i do in the future?" he asks you, you hear genuine concern in his voice. "i can't tell you about that, i already said to much" you say looking away from him. he sighs "do you think the future can change?" he asks you. "no, now just leave me" you snap at him again. "okay" he says softly as he stands up and walks away. 

you just sit there alone, thinking. more than half of them are fucking dead in 2043. how are there still so many people so fond of them, they weren't that special they only save the world, what 2 times. well guess one time because the whole Thanos thing still needed to happen. you were so lost in thought you forgot the time, when Natasha came walking up to the room. "oh you're still here?" she asked surprised. "oh yeah sorry, i should probably go" you said pushing yourself up. you tried to take a step, but you fell down immediately. "shit" you say in pain. you hated this. you had a muscle sickness since as long as you could remember every time you would extensively use your muscles they would eventually give up on you, making it so you sometimes couldn't move for hours, sometimes even days. you fucking hated it, it made you feel weak. 

"are you okay?" Natasha asked you as she helped you sit back on the chair again "you sure you didn't break anything, you seem to be in pain" she asked kindly. "i, I'm fine" you say breathing heavily, since it cost you a lot of strength to get up just now. "we need to get you checked out" she said. "no, no. i will be fine" you say to her. she looked genuinely worried about you. "Kage, you're in pain. we need to have you checked out" she said again. "no!" you snapped back. "no i, i'm going to be okay" you say looking at her, letting her know you meant it. "you know you don't always have to be strong" she says softly in an almost motherly tone. "yes i have to" you say being done with this conversation as you stand up again. you were still in a lot of pain, but you had to get out of here. you walk out of the room. "Kage, let me help" Natasha said to you. "i don't need hel...fuck" you say as you fall down again, hitting the ground. "okay that's enough, you're staying here for the night" she says. "no i don't need.." you say but she stops you. "it wasn't a question, you are staying here tonight, i don't want to find you half dead on the street tomorrow, cuz you actually seem like a nice person. well if you don't put on your 'fuck everyone' front" she says as she lifts you up and puts your arm over her shoulder. "come on" she said taking you to a guest room.

you are hissing in pain as you reached the guest room. Natasha helps you to lay down on the bed, before she disappears out of the room. you look around you, it looked really nice. it was probably bigger than your shitty apartment. a few minutes later Natasha comes walking into the room again with a sandwich and a tall glass of water. "here" she said also handing you some painkillers. "i hope this will make you feel better" she said as she placed it on your nightstand. you look up at her, how was she so nice. "promise me you'll stay here until you feel better?" she says in a caring tone. "i-i will" you say feeling tired, and not in the mood for resisting a nice comfortable bed like this. "good" she says as she turns around to leave the room. "miss Romanoff" you say to her "thank you". "no problem and please just call me Natasha, you make me feel old" she says smiling before she leaves the room. 

she actually seemed really nice, you would almost stay to get to know her better, but that would be stupid, since you know she's gonna die eventually, you would only end up hurt. you were ready to return back home. you did all you could do, you warned them and you hoped to god that would be enough. you look at your wrist, ready to go back to your own time when you see the device is broken. it probably happened in the fight. "shit" you curse out loud, what were you gonna do now.