Out of Worlds

Setting: [During Age of Ultron]

Pairing: John Connor/OC

Author's Note: Before you go off on a tangent, telling me this should be a crossover, and maybe it should, but it's just going to have two characters from Terminator in it, with mentions, that, I don't necessarily see as a crossover...dunno, that's just me. Have a problem with it? Ah well, who doesn't have a problem with everything nowadays right?

Disclaimer: Do I really have to put in one of these damn things on THIS site? We all know I don't own any of the characters from both The Avengers or Terminator Genisys. I do, however, own my character Tyra McKenzie...and any other character I decide to make up in future chapters.

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14:45 somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean
September 21st, 2012

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Tyra McKenzie's entire body hurt and she groaned, feeling as if she was hit by truck. Her entire right side had a large gash and was being held by both stitches and bandages and her leg burned like a bitch. She sighed, trying to sit up from her position, her brows furrowing in confusion.

How the hell did she get on the Quinjet?

Images of the newest battle that the Avengers had against Hydra flashed through her mind and she remembered bits and pieces of being shot in the leg and had one hell of a long, sharp knife going through her bulletproof vest, and deep into her skin as she tried to shield one of many civilians that were held prisoner for experimentations by Hydra.

Her blood boiled just by thinking about it.

How inhumane were people nowadays that they would take innocent people and make them into a personal pin cushion.

She supposed that was why she joined the Avengers in the first place.

To protect the people; threats from both home and abroad...and when she means abroad, she really means 'alien' attack.

She gave a small sigh, brown eyes finally able to focus on her surroundings and she smiled when she came face-to-face with a worried Steve Rogers. "Hey Cap."

"You're awake, how're feeling Blue?"

She gave a small smile. "Feels like I've been ran over by a truck." She groaned, taking a deep breath and sitting up, gesturing for Steve to stop, indicating that was capable of sitting up on her own when she saw him move towards her.

He was always such a gentleman.

Once she was sitting up, she let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding and looked at the newcomer, seeing Dr. Banner walking towards her, slowly kneeling down to look at her, "One hell of a cut you got on your side."

She shook her head, "I'm alive and well."

She heard Steve Rogers sigh and she looked over at him, knowing welll that she was about to have an ear full from the Star Spangled Banner for doing something so reckless and almost getting herself killed. Her lips then form into a thin line, just waiting for Rogers to begin chewing her out.

"You scared the living daylights out of us."

"Yeah, Cap was going insane because there was so much blood from your wounds." Tony had to put in his two cents worth in, looking at her from one of the chairs he sat at, a look she couldn't decipher on his face before a look of amusement playing out. "I think he almost shit himself."

"Oh, he said a bad word." Clint piped up from the Pilot seat.

Steve rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath and she vaguely remembered a time a month or so ago, they were invading another underground Hydra facility that was said to have Loki's sceptre.

Unfortunately, it wasn't there, it was only a decoy, but they did find something disturbing in there too, and they wondered just how the hell Hydra could come up with something like this.

Then again, technology was funny sometimes.

Somehow, Stryker, a man in which they've been trying to get the lead on where he was for over a month now, had managed to create a time machine and whether or not it was because of the sceptre, JARVIS couldn't decipher the code that was inputted into the machine.

It gave them all an extremely bad vibes and every single time she thought about it, a shiver ran down her spine. This could be very bad.

What were they planning on doing with the damned thing?

"I'm alive, so chin up, eh?" She sighed, snapping the boys out of their thoughts. "Anyway, did we win this round against Hydra?"

Steve gave a nod.

She smiled. "Good. Did we get the information that we required?"

Steve shook his head in a negative as he uncrossed his arms and took another step towards the medical berth, reached down and gently pushed her back down, "You need rest, because you'll have to fill out an incident report for Fury later on."

She rolled her eyes, and opened her mouth to protest, but Steve beat her to it, "You know it's policy, and you know it's always been that way since before you even considered joining." He sighed, "I know you hate doing paperwork, I think we all do, but you left your post and disobeyed a direct order."

She rolled her eyes and groaned. "Screw rules. A civilian was in the way and I reacted. What was I supposed to do, Cap? You of all people know damned well, you would've reacted too to save them."

"Not in a reckless way that you did." He squeezed her shoulder gently, giving a small smile. "Get some rest, we'll be back at the Tower in forty minutes, give or take."

She nodded, glancing at Romanoff who was looking at her from the bench, a stoic expression on her face as she studied her. Tyra felt slightly uneasy under the assassin's calculating gaze and wondered what the other woman was thinking.

The redhead stood up, a smile playing on Natasha's lips as she walked over to her, giving a small smile and looking down at her. "You scared us. All of us." She stated softly, and Tyra couldn't help but feel and overwhelming sense of guilt, considering the other as an older sister.

"I'm sorry, Tasha." Tyra whispered, not able to look at Black Widow.

The only response she received was a soft sigh, "Get some rest."

So she's been told...