Okie guys, I have been getting people telling me that my story "Home Is Where Your Heart Is" is too Mary Sue-ish. I agree with that somewhat but I like how the story is going so far, so I'm starting this story that I've been planning for a long while. It will be told mostly from Blake's point of view but she's gonna mostly screw shit up. I'm gonna have some fun with this :) also I have decided to make "Fabulous" just a one shot again, I have too many other stories I wanna write. My next one is gonna be an AU. Hope you enjoy this!
-Stax
Chapter 1: Any Fangirl's Dream
Blake was, above all other things, a fangirl.
Specifically, a Marvel fangirl.
She happily gave up her life to participation in the fandom. Fanfiction, comic con- her fourteenth and fifteenth birthdays had been Avengers themed. She was already collecting Spider-Man party supplies for her sixteenth, despite the fact that it wouldn't be for months.
When she wasn't crying herself to sleep over Bucky Barnes, she was happy.
Happy, at least, until that fateful day...
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"Oh, no, NO YOU TWO HAVE TO KISS!" Blake panicked as she gaped at her television.
"Ugh. Blake, you know Cap is gonna kiss Sharon, you've SEEN this movie like a thousand times" her younger brother Josh grumped from behind his laptop.
"And you know plaid isn't cute, yet you keep hoping" she shot back, eyes still locked on the television. Josh considered himself a hipster, and hence their tumblrs were constantly at war.
"Besides, Widow likes the Hulk. It just wasn't meant to be" he continued, oblivious to her comment.
"Okay, FIRST of all, that pairing came out of nowhere, and it will be a cold day in hell when I ship it" she said, taking her eyes off the screen for the first time in a good half hour.
"MOOOMMMM, BLAKE SAID A BAD WORD" Josh yelled, smirking. His irate sister scrambled over the back of the couch and forced a throw pillow over his mouth.
"HE'S LYING, I DID NOTHING OF THE SORT" she hollered in the general direction she figured her mom was. Josh thrashed against the pillow, intending to free his mouth so as to contradict her.
"MMM-NMMMPHHH!" His skinny arms flailed at her face, bumping against his laptop-
Which crashed to the floor and cracked the screen. Both involved parties went stiff in shock, and the pillow bounced dramatically to the floor.
"Oh, you're gonna get it now!" Josh angrily stated, standing suddenly. Blake braced herself to be tackled but was horrified when he ran out instead. His cries of "MOOOOOOMMMM" echoed back to her as she shuddered. Last time she had broken something of Josh's, it was his phone. Mom had made Blake give hers to him. Damn it, she couldn't LIVE without her fanfiction.
She glanced at the television, making a strangled noise in her throat. She was watching Captain America: The winter Soldier; was kicking ass on the ship now. She sighed longingly.
I wish I could be there instead...
And everything went white.
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"WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL" Blake shrieked, eyes screwed shut. Her butt landed on something hard, and her head followed suit. "OW! Damn it!"
"...Steve come here" a feminine voice urged somewhere to her left. Blake tentatively cracked open an eye and looked over.
"What...?" A masculine voice came after a series of footsteps. Blake couldn't believe here eyes- or, eye. She opened the other eye and turned her head.
"How did she get on the ship..." the woman continued. Blake shot to her feet and began hyperventilating.
"Oh my sweet shit, OH MY SWEET SHIT!" She flapped her hands uselessly. It was- IT WAS- "SCARLETT JOHANSSON!" She shrieked, gesturing at the woman. "AND CHRIS EVANS!" She couldn't keep her feet still, so overwhelming was her excitement.
"What...?" Chris Evans asked, clearly confused. Oh, they're even dressed in costume! THEY MUST BE RECORDING! She jumped clear off the deck.
"HOLY SHIT GUYS, I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN!" She screamed, rushing forward to hug Scarlett Johansson. "Oof!" She found herself getting a good close-up view of the deck, her arm twisted awkwardly behind her.
"Who are you and how did you get here?" the woman hissed in her ear.
"Nat, she's a kid! Be gentle!" Slightly dazed, Blake twisted her head to look at the actor, still holding his shield.
"Nah I'm alright! I- uh- I don't know how I got here- I think I blacked out in my living room or something, like..." she jerked her head around, taking in her surroundings. "Woah, are we really on a real ship? Like, for real?" She twisted out from under Nat, who didn't resist. "Look, I'm sorry that I got in the way of your filming-" Chris Evans held up a hand and interrupted.
"Wait, filming?"
"Yeah, sorry I interrupted, look, I'll just call my mom..." she fished around in her pocket for her phone. "Oh, shit, I lost it- uh, can I borrow your phone?" Chris and Scarlett shared a look, then they moved towards her. "Uh...where are we going?" She asked as they each commandeered an elbow and steered her towards the front of the ship.
"Taking you to our boss" Came the curt answer. Blake got the impression that no more questions would be answered. She shut up and started just taking it all in.
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Blake was stoked as hell. Not only were they on a freaking legit boat, but she and all the actors were flown off in incredibly realistic movie prop planes. She hadn't even realized they used real planes for recording, she thought they were sets with green screens.
Granted, they HAD buckled her in kinda tightly, that wasn't pleasant. She tried loosening it but found that the buckle was locked. I guess I might just not know how it works... why would they lock it anyway she chuckled to herself. Whatever was going on, this was the coolest-
A flash of light made her cover her eyes. She peeked out when the burst died down to see-
A pink floating ball of light, like the size of a basket ball.
"Uh..." she eyed the thing warily. Definitely NOT a movie prop.
"Oh shit, you're the wrong one" the ball projected the words into her mind.
"Ooh, you're a talking ball! I'm gonna call you... 'balls' " Blake nodded. Best to play it cool, she decided. No way to tell if the thing was dangerous or naw. The ball floated back, looking as affronted as a ball of light could.
"Uh, no. Don't call me that. And I gotta get you back home! This could cost me my internship!"
"Uh... if you don't mind my asking... what are you...?" Blake braced herself in case Balls got pissed at the question.
"Listen, it doesn't matter. You aren't supposed to be here, someone else is supposed to fix this timeline. You... you didn't wish to come here, by any chance, did you?" Balls pulsed nervously.
"Uh... yeah."
"Tsk. That explains it, must have messed with my sensors. I just gotta..." The thing gasped. "Uh... listen, I don't have a large enough portal available to send you home, at least not just yet. You're gonna have to fix this timeline..."
"Dude, why do you keep saying timeline? Wanna clue me in as to what's happening?" Balls bobbed and sighed.
"Might as well give you the welcoming speech. Ahem-" she floated backwards, giving Blake a better view. "Welcome to the Marvel Cinematic Universe, and yes, it really is another dimension." Blake's mouth hung open. "I work for an organization who specializes in correction of discrepancies among the multiverse and you have just been hired as a field agent."
"Wuh-wuuut?" the shocked girl stuttered.
"Uh... we fix stuff so it happens like it did in the movies, or as close as possible." Blake gulped and nodded. "You weren't supposed to be in this dimension, or any of it's similar ones-"
"Similar ones?"
"Uh... yeah, there are several Marvel Cinematic Universes... we are fixing like twenty of them now, they have us interns work them because they're 'easy'. We'll see" Balls added, humming quietly. "Okay, listen: my battery is running low so I can't stay much longer. I need you to just stay out of trouble, and I'll come and tell you when you have to do something important."
"So... you're saying I get to hang out with the Avengers? For reals?"
"Yeah... and, Blake, please don't tell anyone that I got the wrong person, okay? I like my job, I want to keep it." The pink sphere was fading from sight. Blake energetically agreed. "Oh shit, wait! I have to install the foresight so you don't screw up the timeline! The disk is around here somewhere..."
"The what now?"
"It's really important, ha-" and then it was gone.
"Balls!?" Blake yelled the sphere's name. Nothing happened. "BALLS!" Scarlet Joha- no, Black Widow- turned around from her pilot's seat and looked at the girl.
"What's wrong with you?" She asked judgementally. Blake could only sheepishly grin. Hah, I guess they heard all that...
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"You just can't stop yourself from lying, can you?"
Nick Fury evaluated the irate super soldier, then responded to his accusation.
"I didn't lie. Agent Romanoff had a different mission than yours." The Captain obviously didn't like that response.
"Which you didn't feel obliged to share."
"I'm not obliged to do anything" the director of SHIELD calmly replied.
"The hostages could have died. That kid could have died." That got the man's attention.
"What kid" Fury questioned. He didn't like unknown variables. Steve gave him a wary look.
"That teenage girl, she showed up on the boat after we took everyone down. Came out of nowhere, I don't know how she hid from us until then." He shifted uncomfortably. Fury was supposed to have the answers.
"Did you ask her?"
"No, she kept ranting about filming and... uh..." he broke off.
"And what?" Fury's one eye locked him in place.
"...balls" Captain Rogers uncomfortably added. Fury snorted.
"I'll figure that out later. Right now... I need to show you something."
As the director took the Captain down to see the latest project, Blake was in another room trying to befriend Rumlow.
"Ey, look, these cuffs chafe- I don't really need them, ya know? Look at me, I'm short, I couldn't outrun you. Ooh, your shoes are cool" she commented, forgetting about the cuffs that had been unceremoniously been slapped on upon exiting the plane.
"...Thanks."
"Hey, do you like video games?" Rumlow made a face. "Because, like, theres some good games going on now... ya know..." she weakly ended. "...MOVIES! Have you seen the latest Avengers movie?" She stopped in shock. "Oh no, they don't have those here!" She gasped, coming to a dreadful realization. "My tumblr account doesn't exist here!" She shrieked, standing violently. Rumlow forced her back into her seat.
"Kid, you need to calm down and wait for the director."
"Okay." She shifted in her seat for barely half a minute. "Hey, you like Angry Birds?" Rumlow didn't say anything. Blake huffed. Sitting up straight, she came to a realization. This is just like a fanfiction! She thought. Maybe I can make my otp canon! Maybe, I could get a super hero boyfriend!" She bounced in her seat excitedly. I don't just have to fix what the sphere wants, I can fix ALL OF IT. This can be just like one of those fanfictions where the OC wins over everyone and saves the day! You got the personality- she looked down at herself- You got the average looks and short height, and darned if you aren't in the perfect position to make it happen!
She stood up and moved towards the door.
"Yes, yes!" She mumbled to herself- before she was jerked back by the collar of her shirt. Rumlow. She had forgotten about him...
"How about no, no? Put your ass in the chair and STAY there." Irately complying, she shot the man her best stink eye and returned to speculations.
...wait, if we were just on that boat, does this mean we're in the events of Cap 2? she wondered. If so... then we're in trouble! Shield is going down... I better keep a safe distance from all the action...
Nick Fury entered the room. Blake perked right up. Fury leveled a pointed finger at her.
"You. You're coming with me. Hurry up, we don't have all day" he ordered. Crap... so much for staying out of the middle of things. Time to make a plan B?
