This idea has been haunting me for a while. I hope something grand can come from it, so let's see where this gets us.
There couldn't be a better explanation for anything could there? I am finally able to walk and move about, but that scar would forever remain on my skin. A constant reminder of what happened when someone had too much air pumped into their head. Destruction. I was beneath a bridge, thinking I was safe until it gave. The grates of the bridge snapped out of place and plummeted onto me. Most of me was saved. My left hip, lower stomach and upper thigh however, got the worst of it.
Today, I overheard the nurses talking about what happened in New York City. The destruction that occurred and lives lost—which explains why this hospital located just outside of the city was so busy. Somehow the fact that humans aren't alone in the universe did not scare me in the slightest. It was the pure evil that was the catalyst to chaos that I couldn't wrap my head around.
Sadly, my curiosity got the best of me. It was rumored that the culprit who began it all would be returning to his proper 'realm' in the park. I'm not sure what compelled me to start driving in that direction. I'm not even sure why I wanted to see this man.
Not many people were surrounding the area. I guess they want to keep this quiet. I had to limp my way through the people—the doctors never answered me if I could ever walk properly again. I figured they're too pre-occupied with the other more fatal patients to give me an answer.
A mask. Was that honestly necessary? My brows knitted together as I examined the man further. Hair disheveled. Clothes partially torn. I hope he got a proper beat… ing. I gulped, my stomach falling to the ground. In less than three seconds of me standing in front of the crowd, his head snapped in my direction. His eyes full of rage at first. His whole persona actually changed. That man grew anxious. Unable to stand in his stop. In his chains he struggled, trying his best to move my way.
The tall blonde man standing beside him grabbed his forearm and spoke silently. The four other people became more alert, some searching for what he was staring down, others advancing on him.
His eyes never left mine, and I grew more and more fearful each moment of it.
"Ava?" I think the blond man was referring to me. Was there someone behind me?
"Get her." Suddenly I was snatched from behind. Someone held my arm while another pulled me away from the scene.
That man panicked and I could tell. He pushed passed the other man, now running. Toward me, using his cuffed hands as leverage against those who tried to stop him.
More yelling. More chaos. I just wanted it to stop.
One person left my side, then the other who intended to help, but both were futile attempts.
I didn't realize that I was crying at the time as I coward beneath the war criminal. He knelt down to my level and whipped them away. His expression completely different then what I had imagined.
What is… I couldn't form words, let alone words in my head. He turned back to the blond man, who merely stared back at me, brows furrowed together.
"Thor! What is the meaning of this?" Someone dressed in black approached him, but I don't think he heard what was being said.
"Heimdal what do I do?" He looked to the sky, as if it would give an answer.
Then, the man beside me disappeared. More words I couldn't comprehend were being shouted and I was roughly brought up from the ground. They tried speedily walking me to a car, but I was unable to keep up. The blond man was yelling at the ones who had me, I just wanted it all to stop.
"You've got to be kidding me!"
"To think we would get a break for once."
Again, the blond man cut in front of us. "You do not understand what this means!"
I watched someone posted by the car whisper into their wrist then speak with him. "Take the tesseract back to Asgard. Something is better than nothing. Return when possible."
I was pushed into the back in between two hefty men and drove off.
Everything needed to stop.