The Interview
Iris’ POV
“Handguns?” Fury asked, not stopping between his questions other than to let Iris answer with a short yes or no.
“Yes.” Iris responded. She at first tried to ask her own questions but Fury was all business. He now wanted her to know what weapons she knew how to use. Fury wrote something down on the notepad in front of him.
“Assault rifles?”
“Where would I have learnt to use an assault rifle?”
“Yes or no?”
“No.” Fury wrote something down again.
“Shotguns?”
“A bit, I guess.”
“Just answer the questions.”
Iris wanted to roll her eyes but didn’t want to risk loosing this opportunity. She needed a way out and this was the best way. At a few points during the interview waves of nausea and pain rolled through her but she forced the thought away.
“Machine guns?” Fury continued.
“Now you are just being illogical. Where would a street kid like me learn to work a machine gun? Of course I know a few basics about everyday guns but nothing more! This is getting ridiculous.”
Fury smirked which set her on edge even more.
“This is the fire we need around here. You’ll fit in perfectly.” Fury was still smirking and Iris felt relieved. This must have been some sort of hidden test.
“Now let’s move onto some more practical skills.” He continued, standing up from his seat and looking out the window. Iris stood up as well but before she could respond Fury spun around and pulled something from his jacket and flung it at Iris’ face. She ducked to the side as the object brushed by her ear. A loud twang was emitted from the object as it embedded itself into the wall behind her. Upon closer inspection it was a long, silver knife.
“What the hell was that!” Iris nearly shouted. “You could’ve killed me!”
“Fast reflexes.” Fury leaned over the table and jotted a few more things down. He didn’t look up as he made his notes.
“Seriously? You just threw a fucking knife at me and you act like nothing happened!” Iris spun around and yanked the knife out of the wall. She sprinted towards him and jumped on the table before coming down full force on him, knife in hand.
Fury saw Iris’ movements before she could make it down to him and pushed her down to the ground. Within a second she hopped back onto her feet, anger in her eyes. Fury was looking directly at her.
Shit, what did I do. Iris dropped the knife. She had been blind with rage and the withdrawal only amplified her emotions. She had acted completely irrationally. Well I just ruined my chances at becoming a superhero.
“Oh shit, I am so sorry.” Iris backed away from Fury who was still standing in the same place, pen in hand. “If you want me to leave I can.”
Much to her surprise, Fury chuckled.
“Wha…what?” Iris was even more confused. This is officially the worst interview ever.
“Exactly what I meant when I said you had fire.” Fury was still chuckling as he passed her and walked towards the door.
“So you aren’t going to kick me out?” Iris was still standing behind the desk in shock.
“After that stunt you pulled there? No way. That showed some serious guts, something we need in this team.” Fury shook his head and opened the door. “Now are you coming or not?” Iris realized her feet were still planted in the same place and quickly began walking.
“Where are we going?” Iris asked as they walked down the hallway, earning a few stares from the people in the hallway and common areas.
“Training.” Iris stumbled a little at his words, both literally and figuratively. What is going on?
“What do you mean?”
“You’re hired.”