Playing With Fire (EDITING)

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After half an hour of Fury's ranting and raging, the five of us left his office and meandered to the top deck. Once we'd found a spot where we couldn't be seen by the surveillance cameras around the deck, Kitty broke the silence. "When we were at HQ, Peter mentioned something. He was being really vague but it was something about Xavier wanting us back. He's putting a team together."

Four pairs of eyes stared at her in disbelief. "He wouldn't dare steal us from Fury again," Megan said, sounding unsure of her own words.

"He wouldn't be stealing," I stuck in, words from Fury's rant clicking together. "He's freely giving."

"He what?!" Megan burst, spinning to face me.

"He's probably made a deal with Xavier. Ace in return for the four of you, but now that Ace is gone-"

"Xavier will carry through and Fury won't fight it," Doug summed up.

"Exactly," I confirmed.

Kurt sank to the deck and rubbed the stitches that ran down his forehead. Doc had just removed the bandage the other night and the wound was healing well. He'd have a scar for sure when it had finished healing, but Kurt thought it would look cool.

The four of us joined him on the ground in glum silence. Megan wore a deeply thoughtful expression while twirling her pink ponytail around her finger; Doug scratched odd designs into the dirt before swiping it away and starting over. They'd practically been sold to Xavier, and Fury was fine with giving them up. But I already knew I wouldn't be going with them; I was too precious to Fury now. He couldn't bring himself to let me go no matter how much he'd want to.

After an undetermined amount of time sitting alone, a deck flight organizer approached. "I was sent to get one of you," he began looking out of place and nervous. Must have been a newbie. "Um, Lyrica?" His eyes scanned over us and I realized he didn't know who I was.

I stood slowly and gestured for him to lead the way. We rounded the bridge from the outside before entering toward the detention level. Captain Rogers met me in the doorway and dismissed the deck attendant with a nod. I crossed my arms and stared up at him, miffed that I'd been taken from my friends for something that would end up being a waste of time. "So?" I snapped.

"This way," he said, turning down a hallway that led to the interrogation rooms. "The Director wants your help with interrogation. He says you know how to read people so he needs you to watch."

"Fine. Better be quick," I replied curtly.

We turned into a dimly lit room connected to the interrogation room by a large sheet of one way glass. In the actual interrogation was Commander Hill leaning in one corner and watching a man sitting handcuffed at a table. One glimpse of him and I knew who he was.

"You know him?" Cap asked, watching my face carefully.

"Yeah." I crossed my arms again and stepped closer to the glass. "Or at least I used to."

"So who is he?" he continued. "He hasn't said a word."

"His name is Han Bennett....his son Daniel was a close friend of mine."

The Captain nodded before turning to watch the interrogation. Hill asked question after question, threatened, swore, bribed- everything she could- to get Bennett to speak. Eventually, I shook my head, leaving the room and reaching for the handle that led to the interrogation.

"What are you doing?" Cap asked, grabbing my elbow.

"Getting some answers," I replied, yanking free and opening the door.