Disclaimer: I only own Cassandra, Samantha and the plot. Everything else belongs to the wonderful Stan Lee.
My back hit a hard, cold surface.
"Arhhhh! What the hell?!" I yelled as I slowly sat up, trying to catch my breath after being winded. My first thought went to Casey- Where's Casey?!
My best friend Casey and I were walking home a few minutes ago when we fell into a puddle. I felt my clothes, expecting to find them muddy and damp, but they were clean and dry. Beside me lay my dark blue and worn out backpack that I took to school every day. Beside the bag was what looked like two medieval throwing axes that were as long as my forearm. I stood up and observed my surroundings. There was 2 rows of desks and a large door at the back of the room. Every wall looked like a giant white board, with different drawings and symbols and numbers on them.
"No way." I muttered. On the furthest wall was the words, 'Project Pegasus.' Which any marvel fan would know as a project to find out more about the energy and power of the tesseract.
"Hey! What are you doing here?" a voice boomed from behind me. I turned on my heel to see that 2 men and 1 woman were at the door… With guns!
"Whoa! Ok can you please not shoot and I'll tell you stuff" Great job Sam! Your life is on the line and that's your choice of vocabulary? Slow sarcastic clap for Sam! Be quiet inner monologue! I instantly raised my hands in the air.
"You have to come with us." One of them ordered.
"Where am I?" I asked not moving. But they held my hands by my sides and made me walk.
"Well this isn't very nice." I huffed as we walked. My Australian accent standing out among their American ones. As we walked I tried to remember the floor plan and where the nearest exit was. If these guys were hostile, I had to get out, quickly. Their uniforms looked familiar, but I couldn't exactly put my finger on where I had seen them. Eventually we came to a stop, and the person to my left swiped a card in a doorway. They pushed me into a grey room with a metal rectangular desk in the centre and two chairs, one either side of the desk.
"Huh, I think I'm in trouble." I muttered as I took a seat. The room felt iced cold. I was only wearing jeans, and a blue singlet so to me it felt cold.
"Yeah, you don't say." Said a sarcastic voice from the door. I whipped my head around, only to see Cobie Smulders. I was shocked to say the least. She walked over to me and took a seat opposite me.
"My name is Maria Hill." She said as she placed a tablet on the table.
"No you're not." I said, confused. She raised an eyebrow at me.
"You're Cobie Smulders. You just play Maria Hill." I replied to the actress.
She shook her head, "I don't have time for this. How did you manage to break into a helecarrier? No one saw you get in… but whatever thing you put on our surveillance cameras must have worn off because when they came back on, we say you clearly standing in the middle of the room. We did a face scan, and you don't match anyone in this country, or any other country. We have a file on everyone so why don't you have one?" She asked, looking to me.
"Before I answer anything. I just want to know one thing, and please be serious; who is 'we.'" I asked her.
"You broke into this place, you should know-"
"Please just answer my question." I sighed, leaning with my elbow onto the desk.
"Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement Logistics Division, or SHIELD." She answered.
I stood up so hard that my chair fell over, "You're kidding. That doesn't even exist!" I exclaimed it's just in movies and comic books...This girl is insane! I thought to myself.
"Please sit down miss. I can assure you that it does."
"No! Because you are not 'Maria Hill' you are Cobie Smulders, the actress who plays Maria Hill in The Avengers! A movie about a super soldier, 2 assassins, and a bunch of other cool guys!"
"How do you know about the avengers?' she asked remaining calm at my outburst.
"Because I've read the comics and seen the movie?" I stated but it sounded more like a question. "So SHIELD is real? Captain America is real? Iron man is real?" I asked. She nodded her head as though I was stupid.
"I've read Fanfictions about this…"I murmured under my breath. "I have fallen through a portal into a parallel universe. A universe where fictional characters are real." I looked up at her and started to explain, "So I come from a universe where EVERYTHING here is in comic books and movies. My friend Cassandra and I are massive fans of Marvel. Marvel is the company who made everything. I can name almost every superhero in this universe, every villain, and most agents that work for SHIELD."
"And how exactly am I supposed to believe this? How do I know that you aren't just some insane teenage girl?"
"Because," I said sitting down, "I have proof. It's April 11, 2012 according to your tablet thing, so it is the start of the movie called 'The Avengers' Have you met a guy called Loki yet?"
"Yes we have. He is in Stuttgart now."
"Great! So, you guys were working on 'project Pegasus' when the tesseract opened up a portal, leaving Loki on the platform with a sceptre. He then used his sceptre to take control of Agent Barton, Eric Selvig, and other people." I explained pausing to take a breath, "You said he was in Stuttgart? You sent agent Romanoff and Steve Rogers to go get him and they will come back with Tony Stark, and Thor, the god of thunder. Currently here in the helecarrier is Bruce Banner, who is assisting with locating the tesseract. I am most certainly NOT a spy, just a fangirl. If you let me help you, I can save a lot of people from dying. If you want I can quote this whole movie." Thoughts raced to Coulson, if I know the future I might as well help out!
She nodded in understanding but still looked unsure. Once again the metal door slid open, and an agent that held no expression handed Maria a grey box, before standing behind Maria.
Maria took the box with a "thanks" and placed it on the desk.
"My turn to talk. What is your name, age, just tell me info." She said as she began to type away.
"My name is Samantha –but I prefer Sam- Justine Forte. I am 14 and I currently live in Brisbane, Australia. My friend Cassandra (Casey) Marley Thomas has also fallen through the portal, She is also 14, and from Brisbane." I said as her fingers tapped rapidly at the screen. I looked back at the familiar agent behind her, "Are you Agent Ward?" I asked. His eyes went wide at my question but composed himself before nodding. I mentally did my happy dance. Maria used one hand to knock the metal box over with a crash and the contents spilled out, skidding across the desk. On the desk there lay;
One empty green backpack
One packet of chewing gum
One old leather bound book
One camera
One pencil case
One half-filled exercise book
One IPod
One nokia brick phone
And
One blue hoodie
"Do you recognise any of these items?" Hill asked gesturing to the pile.
"Yeah, the backpack, gum, pencil case, exercise book, and the phone is the stuff I usually take to school…, IPod, and camera is mine. The hoodie belongs to Cassandra and I have never seen the book." I replied as I picked up the brown leather book, flicking though the pages and pages of black ink.
"We can't translate the text, perhaps you know what language it is in?" Agent Ward asked me. I flipped to the start and noticed the manuscript immediately.
"Of course you guys couldn't read it! Only two people in the world can!" I exclaimed laughing.
"Why? What language is it in?"
Are you on of the people that can read it?" they asked bombarding me with questions.
"It is in Antarctic Casey and I thought that the continent of Antarctica should have its own language, so we made one. That exercise book over there is half filled with school work, and half filled with how to speak and read it. It roughly translates to,
Time has been twisted
This world needs you more than yours
Marvel needs to be assisted
There are some always fallen soldiers in wars
Help make a difference
It's not what you've seen-
And the rest of the page is torn off. All the other pages are filled with drawings and quotes from movies.
"Oh Casey, what have we gotten ourselves into?" I muttered under my breath.
