I swear sometimes my life can't get any crazier. It was on the thirteenth of June I learned that it could. People call me Carma, or sometimes Minty. It's short for Carmaline. My full name is Carmaline Minty Woodward. Don't ask why Minty is my middle name, it just is. I am your average 'jock nerd' I guess. Apparently I'm the only jock nerd out there. I enjoy wearing print T shirts, ripped jeans and my favorite combat boots, sometimes accompanied by my favorite grey sweat shirt. At first look, I seem pretty ordinary, save for the blue and black streaks in my dirty blonde hair, my apparently huge green eyes, and the annoying splash of freckles on my face. And, really, my life is pretty crazy. I am busy, skiing, running, climbing, seeing the town around me while I get post cards from countless places all over the world from my parents, who are traveling the world. I had surprised myself by opting not to go on their world wide trip. I'm also in a science club, and frequently go to the movies with my friend Rebecca. Sometimes I even spend hours trying to get the Canadian accent out of my voice in my spare time, along with reading, writing, drawing, singing, and countless other things. And don't get me started about my fangirling over superheroes, especially Marvel ones. My life was a good crazy. The kind of crazy that makes you collapse on your bed at night and laugh about all the things you did wrong. I think it couldn't get any crazier. Boy, I was wrong.

It was June thirteenth and the Texas heat was getting to me. I had decided to run home from school that day, donned in my combat boots, some shorts, and my Jurassic Park shirt, which was annoyingly black and sucked in the heat. My sweat shirt was tied around my waist and my hair was flying; I was going pretty fast. My red back pack was banging mercilessly against my back, to the point where my back got so numb I could ignore it. I was booking it to get to Rebecca's house, we where planning on seeing The Amazing Spider Man 2 that night, hoping we hadn't spoiled it by looking so many things up. I knew Gwen was gonna die, and yes I had to admit, they where good for each other. Too perfect. Sigh. We were also planning on having a sleepover afterward, so I had a pair of jeans and an AC/DC shirt inside my bag, along with my laptop, IPod Nano, and a few other random things, like a spare Captain America comic from my Dad's old collection. I stopped myself by a small pond on the side of the road to pull my hair back in a messy braid. I even went to the measure of dumping the rest of my water bottle on my head because it was so hot. Thankfully my backpack was water proof. Then the crazier started to happen. I was sitting there for a few more seconds, and I was about to get up and keep going when the air around me started to arc with shades of blue.

"That's not normal…" I muttered to myself.

Before I knew it, all the energy had popped together into a swirling, angry mass. And I did the dumbest thing anyone would do. I touched it. I couldn't stop myself. I was too curious. And now you're probably asking yourself. "What the heck are you thinking!?", but if you knew me personally, you would also know I suffered losing half my sanity a little while ago. It was sad, but I'm still sane enough to put this into words and worry about important things right? I have no intention of becoming like Deadpool anyway. He's funny and all, but I would not want to be him.

Anyway, after I touched it, I felt a very, very weird sensation ripple through me. Like being crushed under a bulldozer and stretched out farther than Mr. Fantastic. After that, I opened my eyes, so presumably at one point I closed them. And what I saw was amazing. Stars. Billions and trillions of them weaved about inside an endless rainbow of colors, all dark and dull. Nebulas and constellations. Planets and suns and so many other things I couldn't name flew past me in a crazed blur. But soon it was over and I found myself standing on a familiar looking platform. It stood in a large room; the ceiling was almost fifty feet above me. Banners with NASA and other organizations where symbolized on the tapestries. The room was filled with rows of computers and people, some shockingly familiar. In the center a curious looking contraption held a blue cube. That blue cube was starting to look awfully familiar.

My first reaction was freezing on the spot. Anyone and everyone would naturally do that after going through what seemed like the universe and getting guns pointed at them right? Apparently I was suddenly the biggest threat. Then I realized the world around me was still moving. After another quick glance around, my eyes nearly popped out of their sorry sockets. Three other rift-like portals had opened on either side on me, even above me, which was half surprising. And out of those portals came some of the most familiar characters I could ever hope for. Wolverine of all people came out on my left, freezing in shock similar to how I had when I first came through, a snarl slowly falling as his claws glinted in the blue light of the machines. Unimaginably, Spider-man of all other people popped through on my right, also freezing in a defensive stance. What I would've given to see the look on his face right then. And last but definatly not least, above me, none other than the Human Torch came barreling through. Apparently he wasn't very good at stopping himself, and with a laughingly girlish scream he crashed into the wall before extinguishing and falling onto the floor with a grunt. At this point, Wolverine had started to move, baring his claws and teeth alike.

And I couldn't think of anything else to do, so I screamed. It was a half joyous, half scared scream, and it echoed through the cavern. SWAT people where pushing forward, trying to contain Wolverine with what I was guessing where tranquilizers. A very familiar looking man with a bow strapped to his back quickly pointed it at the Spider-Man and me. Spider-man had thrust himself in front of me protectively, obviously assuming that I was, and I am mind you; a helpless civilian. The Human Torch was struggling to stand up, but was surprisingly quickly taken down by one of the SWAT people. The sight was horrifying and fantastical at the same time. Suddenly I felt a sharp prick in my arm, and I looked at it like I had been stabbed. There was an unmistakable tranquilizer dart burrowed snuggly into my arm, and I have to say, that's probably what made me scared of needles most right then. Of all things. Needles? Right then? Of all times? I mean seriously self! Get a hold of yourself! After that I started to feel really weird, and the world became an obnoxious swirl of rainbows. Strange. That wasn't normal. Then I suddenly had a very dull light bulb moment, my memory finally surfacing after all this time. But before I could register it, my eyes started to feel droopy and they closed, and I fell into a dreamless sleep, the last thing I remembered was Spider-man fruitlessly trying to defend me as I fell to the ground.

Sometimes fate absolutely hates me, doesn't it?

After what felt like a few seconds, I opened my eyes to find I was somewhere else. I was in a small, cramped, glass containment cell. There were absolutely no solid walls, all of them where an annoyingly clear glass. It seemed to be a bigger cell, just split into four small spaces. To my left was the Human Torch, sitting ankle deep in water. Wolverine was across from me; opera like mask discarded on the floor, scraping his claws against the thick glass, making a dull screech. And on my right, was Spider-man, mask also off, (but nowhere in sight) numbly swinging back and forth on his heels. On the ceiling as well, ironically. And the annoying thing was, I could hear them all breathing.

"What have I gotten myself into?" I asked myself aloud.

All three of them looked at me abruptly, almost in unison. They stared at me a second.

"Hello?" I tried shyly.

I received a dull grunt from Wolverine, and a wave and shy smile from the Human Torch. Spider Man muttered a hello before collapsing on the ceiling. I smiled a bit awkwardly, unsure of what to say next. Make it casual.

"My name's Carmaline."

Wolverine muttered 'Logan' quietly before returning to his work of trying to claw through the glass.

"Johnny." The Human Torch said with another shy smile.

"Guess you can call me… um... Peter. You have any idea how we got here?" Spider-man half whispered before jumping onto the floor.

"Actually…" I started, remembering the movie. The movie, the Avengers. The man with the bow was no doubt Clint Barton, or Hawkeye. "That blue cube? In the big room when we came here? I'm not sure, but I think it's the Tesseract. "I received three confused looks. "It's like an elemental space orb. I think they where screwing around with it or something. Maybe it made a rift, which sucked us to this place. Or world. Or… who knows where?" I finished numbly before plopping in my butt on the floor.

"And how do you know this?" Johnny asked, bewildered.

I most have started blushing or something ridiculous, because Logan started laughing a bit.

"You guys didn't know each other before this. Right?" I asked.

I received a nod from everyone.

"Well." How was I going to explain this? To them of all people? "In my world, I'm guessing that we're all from different universes at this point; you guys are all comic book and movie characters. Superheroes. And I hate to admit it, but I'm a bit obsessed. But not as obsessed as some people." I added when Peter raised an eyebrow. "I don't have any shrines or anything. That would be weird. Anyway, I basically know all of you by heart, weakness, personalities, strengths, histories, ect. I also read about… um… a group of super heroes. They made a movie for them too. So know I'm guessing we're in SHIELD headquarters."

Johnny and Peter backed up a bit, but Logan just scowled.

"Don't freak out! I don't know absolutely everything! I won't use it against you!" I exclaimed. I would definatly do that if someone told me they knew me by heart. They still seemed a bit uncomfortable. Guess I'll have to earn their trust then.

I sighed, and pulled of my boots. The small space I was in was a nice temperature, but I out on my sweatshirt anyway. I pulled one of my boots closer to me, and tipped it upside down with a shake. A small packet of crayons, my old MP3Player, my phone, a triple A battery, lighter, and a multitool knife fell out. I frowned, and looked around the room, spotting a camera in the corner. I pulled my stuff under it, so I was near the conjunction of all four small spaces. I pulled out the back of my MP3Player sadly, and took a nice long look at the microchip. A satisfying 16 GBs where in there. I pushed it back in quickly before deleting all my songs. I then proceeded in taking it apart, along with the battery and sadly, my phone. But I knew exactly what I was going to make. I started to melt one of the crayons, and put the hot residue in the shell of the MP3Player container. I ripped the keyboard (with a lot of willing and determination) out of my flip phone, and set it down with my torn apart MP3Player. After a little bit longer, I had torn apart my phone too. Peter was now peeking through his glass wall at what I was doing. Honestly, I couldn't remember what I did up to this point, but I do remember using my knowledge of technology to build some sort of machine. It had two small screens, a very tiny keypad, and small speakers from my ear buds. I knew that the camera was going to be connected to a computer somewhere, and maybe even a mainframe. I used the crayon residue, a swirl of rainbow shavings, but mostly grey, to cover it and hold it together. I even used my ear bud plug in to find a spot in the camera. I left my machine on the floor and pushed the small bench that there was over underneath the camera.

I then stood on the bench and latched my machine onto the camera. And waited. And waited. I was on that bench for a while. Just waiting. Johnny had fallen asleep, his mouth was hanging open a bit, and I found it quite amusing to watch him flail around. I had no idea what he was dreaming about. Logan was still hard at work, though he had hardly penetrated the outer layer of the glass. I could see the small – but thin– line he and made, and calculated it would take him about a year to break through all the way at this rate. Peter was glancing at my machine like it would blow up any second. My machine, on the other hand; was using multiple access codes a minute and I have to say, I was quite proud of it. I had been planning on getting a degree in collage for mechanics and technological design.

"How long do you think we've been here?" I asked.

"About 12 or so hours." Peter said quietly.

I looked up at my machine again, and saw the screen was flashing. That was good. I stood up and plucked it off the camera, and slipped it into my boot before starting to push bench around again. After a while, I found a comfortable spot. It was a small spot in the corner of Johnny's cell and the window into the empty hall way that surrounded our little honeycomb. We all just sat in silence, not moving or talking much. After a while I got bored and hummed 'Fade Away' by Zack Hemsey. But it was mostly just an eerie quiet, surrounded by a silent white noise, like the hum of a generator in the middle of winter.

After what seemed like decades, a man came into the room. He had dark skin and a bald head, but the thing that stuck out most to me was the eye patch perched on his face. I immediately recognized him from the movie. Nick Fury. What have I done now? Did they find out about me trying to hack into the main frame through the camera? I could only hope that they hadn't.