Alien vs. Alien

Based on the glaring, which I was sure Chuckie had noted as I had, and Christopher’s ability these days to see far, far away in his mind’s eye.
    “Incredible Hulk?”
    Nice to be right. “Jeff.”
    “Wonder Twins?”
    “Naomi and Abigail.” They weren’t actually twins, but I called them that all the time and I knew Chuckie did, too.
    “Thor?”
    “Paul Gower, our Pontifex.” He wasn’t a blond god from Asgaard, but he was carrying a godlike consciousness inside him.
    “Beast?”
    “Tito.”
    “Huh?” Tito asked. “Why would I be called a beast?”
    “You’re the doctor, you take out A-Cs with your fists alone, blah, blah, blah. It’s not an insult. Beast is a cool, kick-butt, genius doctor in the X-Men, Tito.”
    “Okay. I guess.”
    I decided not to tell him that Beast was also covered in blue fur. Why spoil the moment?
    “Wow,” Stryker said. “One that’s not actually a comic book character. Joe Montana?”
    “Kevin.” I was good. Then again, I knew my source and he knew me. “Good thing I’m around to figure this out.”
    Big George nodded. “Your C.I.A. file indicated you would be. ‘Subject exhibits extreme random tendencies.’”
    “What’s that mean?” Jeremy asked.
    “Means luck,” Buchanan said. “And they’re not wrong.”
    “Your C.I.A. file also indicates a strong likelihood to contact the head of the P.T.C.U. for advice and counsel,” Big George shared. “It also indicates that you listen to and tend to abide by that counsel.”
    “Just call me a Mamma’s Girl and proud of it.”
    “Weapon X?” Stryker asked, getting us back on track.
    “My daughter, Jamie.”
    “New Mutants?”
    “All the rest of the hybrid babies coming.”
    “Gambit?”
    “Tim.”
    “You’re sure?” White asked.
    “If we didn’t have Captain America as the guy who’s in charge of the files, then I’d say Gambit was James. But considering what Tim did during Operation Confusion, I’m really damned positive.”
    “Works for me,” Stryker said. “You don’t have to be right for all of them, but you have to
think
you’re right.”
    “I’m not even going to ask you to explain that.”
    Stryker shrugged and went on. “S.H.I.E.L.D.?”
    “Claudia, Lorraine, and the flyboys. Len and Kyle. Malcolm. All the people who kick butt with us who aren’t the official leaders or extraspecial mutants.”
    “X-Factor?”
    That one I had to consider. Unless I was wrong about my code name being Wolverine, and I really found that hard to believe, I had no clear idea. The X-factor was the unknown, really. Oh. Duh. “Serene.”
    “Ma and Pa Kent.”
    “Alfred and Lucinda.”
    “Indiana Jones.”
    “My dad.”
    Stryker snorted. “If you say so.”
    “My dad’s cool, and I do say so.”
    “Black Widow.”
    “Speaking of the head of the P.T.C.U. My mom.”
    “Really? Your father’s still alive.”
    “Yeah, because of my mom, trust me.” Black Widow had no real superpowers, she was just totally badass and beyond impressively trained. Just like Mom. Who I desperately wanted to call but now refused to, lest Hacker International get to feel even slightly superior.
    “Last one’s Nick Fury.”
    I laughed. “Chuckie.”
    “He kept a file on himself?” Armstrong asked.
    “He’s thorough, and he pays attention. And, let’s face it, Nick Fury’s the Supreme Commander of S.H.I.E.L.D., isn’t he?” Of course, I thought of Jeff as Superman, Christopher as the Flash, and Chuckie as Batman, and I was fairly sure Chuckie knew it, because I’d said so in his presence at least once. But this was his code for me to understand, not mine for him.
    “Okay, good enough. I’m going to hit the decode. Let’s all hope Kitty’s right.” Stryker hit something on his keyboard. A nearby printer started making a lot of noise.
    He got up, raced over, and took a page out of the tray. His whole body relaxed. “That was it. There’s a lot more than the ones we went over, Kitty. He might have done everyone in your Embassy; maybe all of Centaurion Division.”
    “Nice to know he has a hobby that keeps him off the streets. Where is the information on the Avenger Initiative?”
    “Waiting for it to print out.”
    Big George went to another printer. “Who do I give these to?” He had a thick stack of pages in his hand.
    “What are they?”
    “These are C.I.A’s confidential files on all of you.”
    “Why’d you print them instead of give us to them electronically?”
    I got the