Nothing to see here - A Solangelo and Avengers fanfiction

3 - Just two

Hi! Welcome to part 3 :) This story is super fun to write, and hope whoever's reading this will stick around to see what happens to Will and Nico next. 

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- Kiki 

Nick Fury's POV

I bring the kid to one of our many integration rooms, feeling my nerves vanish as I lock the door with a click. I don't really think this teenager is going to try and make a run for it, but I didn't get where I am today by making assumptions.

Especially about kids who have just washed the literal blood off their hands.

Plus, it makes for a better atmosphere. Although, judging by his worried face, getting this kid talking will be no problem at all.

"So, Will. First of all, I'll be needing your basic information so we can call your parents if this all goes smoothly."

I watch his face carefully, making a mental note of the way he winces slightly at the word 'parents'. Could this be another Red Room situation? Or is that jumping to conclusions?

" I don't live with my parents, so that won't be necessary."

This kid is definitely hiding something.

I glare at him. " I wasn't aware that I asked if you thought it was necessary."

His hands are shaking a little, but he folds them under his arms, refusing to break my gaze.

" Look, Will. You want to help your friend, I get that. Dr. Banner is currently saving his life. You are going to have to give me something to work with."

The kid releases a breath of air, almost resignedly. I could see the worry in his eyes for his friend.

" My name is Will Solace, and you call my parent's all you want, but they're not going to answer."

I raise an eyebrow. " And why would that be?"

He deflates a little, hunching his shoulders. " My father isn't around, and my mother is a musician on tour. I'm staying at a summer camp on Long island."

That wasn't so hard, was it? If only all interrogations could be like this.

" What do you know about the creatures that you and the Avengers were fighting?"

Will shrugs. " They called them aliens, I guess. I don't know much else, only that they can pack quite a punch."

This kid is a very good liar.

" And why were you fighting them?"

" Because they attacked us."

" Where did you learn to shoot?"

" Your scary redhead already asked me that."

Okay, now he's annoying me. " Do I look like I have red hair? Answer again."

" My brother. His name was Micheal." His eyes drift down to the table, going slightly glassy.

I'll search the database for any Micheal's that have died in the past few years. That should give us a solid lead into this kid's skills.

" What about your friend; where did he learn to fight?"

Will winces again, as if this is a sore subject for him. That, or he's about to attempt a very difficult lie.

" He picked it up in some...Unsavoury places."

" Unsavoury?" Who the hell says that anymore?