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New Story fo' yo'! (For you, if you don't speak awesome.)

Updating Schedule and more at the end, but for now, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not nor will I ever own any of characters depicted below that you may recognize...they belong to forces higher then me, and I respect them and applaud them for their beautiful creations.

Everyone has dreams and goals.

Even if you think you don't, you do. It's one of those unfortunate side effects of being human…you have feelings and hopes.

No matter how apathetic you wish to make yourself, everyone has triggers.

Even me.

My name is Madison Sinclair, and one day I plan to rule the universe in a beautiful dictatorship that involves the removal of all vehicles: if you want to get somewhere, walk or ride a horse.

That main decree mostly stems from the fact that my twin brother died in a car crash when he was 12…but obviously I'm totally over it now, ten years later.

Which…if you missed it, I have just given you a beautiful example of what will be the only acceptable form of communication when I become Dictator-Overlord…sarcasm.

Some people dream small, you know? I'm not about that life.

Of course, my dream of being Dictator-Overlord will have to wait, until I'm finished co-parenting my various younger siblings, aged 15, 13, 11, 10, 2, and six months.

We are the lower-class, single parent version of the Brady bunch…

I like to compare us more to the Addams family…but no one usually asks my opinion.

…I'm a very apathetic person.

I'm also 22 years old and when I'm not working, I'm at home…corralling children.

…I am a child wrangler.

…I'm also hilarious.

Anyway…back to dreams and goals.

My name is Madison, and even I, though I pride myself on my general hatred for the universe, have goals.

But goals require hard work, and sacrifice, and while I've lived my entire life in New York, one of the sacrifices I hate having to make the most is my commute…which includes the subway.

I HATE the subway.

No, not the sandwich shop, (though I hate that too, leaves are what MY food eats, thank you very much,) I'm specifically talking the underground train that transports you from block to block.

The current subway that is not only under construction, but is overly crowded and filled with flickering lights and is forcing me to stand perilously close to the edge of the platform.

Although there's no chance of me falling onto the tracks…as I have excellent balance.

BUT I'm moments away from giving up my future crown as Dictator-Overlord if it means I'll never have to enter the subway again.

And it doesn't help that my hatred for the subway is currently being fueled by the overly happy individual standing too close to me and chattering loudly into my ear about the latest superhero movie that's come out.

How dare he?! Doesn't he know that movies are a waste of time and money and that I could care less what he's saying?

Apparently not.

"So…what was your favorite part?"

Doing my best to mask my disgust, I shrugged. "I haven't seen it." I said frankly, hoping he'd shut up and leave me alone.

Instead, the man gasped.

And not mockingly, either. He gasped in legitimate shock and horror. Over a…movie.

"You haven't SEEN it?!" He screeched. "How could you not have seen it?! It's brilliant!"

"Been busy." I shrugged, looking down at my wrist.

I wasn't wearing a watch, (I never do, I don't believe in time,) but it just seemed like the thing to do in the moment.

"Why not?!" He demanded. "Why not?! It's superheroes!"

"Well, I'm not a fan of superheroes."

"Psh!" The man scoffed.

Seriously…this man was at least 40 years old. Didn't he have something more important to be talking about…like a wife? Kids? A job?

Then I noticed the Crocs…and I mentally shook myself.

This guy was wearing Crocs…he wasn't married!

"Everyone loves superheroes."

"Well, not me." I shrugged. "I hate them." The man's face dropped, and his eyes brightened….

Good Lord…was this man going to cry?

The morning was looking up.

"The soldier guy sucks," I started listing off, "And the angry scientist is dumb, and…" I made a face. "Bow and arrows are stupid….chicks have cooties," I paused for emphasis, (and also because I couldn't remember who else was left,) and then it hit me. "And that suit guy!"

"Iron Man?" The dude asked skeptically. I nodded.

"Yep, that guy." I nodded. "Totally hate him."

"Tony Stark?" The man said again.

"Him too." I agreed. "I hate Tony Stark."

And suddenly the flickering lights shut off completely, and people began to scream and shove each other, and I was shoved right off the side…and onto the tracks.

I braced for impact….but impact never came.

Instead, I opened my eyes after a long moment utterly confused to be faced with complete darkness…and then a bright light blinded me and I squeezed my eyes shut…and then, FINALLY, I made impact.

When I opened my eyes again I was looking down at the floor of a metal bridge, where my fingers had unconsciously threaded through the holes.

Which had kept my face from making impact with the thing…so, good job hands!

With a grimace I slowly began to stand, taking in my torn jeans and t-shirt.

Irritating. This was my favorite plain black t-shirt! Ruined!

A light cough had me looking up surprise.

I had an audience.

…I hate audiences…so I glared at them.

I glared at the pretty woman who was probably around my age and I glared at the tall man in the same age bracket who stood at her side. Then I glared at the giant robot thing who wore a surprisingly convincing expression of bemused surprise, and for good measure I leaned slightly over the railing of the metal bridge to glare down at the missiles and weapons that read Stark on the sides.

Then I squinted.

I'll admit…I don't entirely have the best eyesight, but I don't believe in doctors, so I do the best I can.

And more often than not, my eyes fail me.

For example, this very moment in time; because these missiles couldn't POSSIBLY read Stark…

Stark wasn't real.

And yet…I looked back over to where the giant metal robot stood.

He wasn't supposed to exist either.

And at that moment…my brain ceased to function.

Because my brain could find no logical reason for my current situation, it simply stopped working.

The next logical step to take was to abort….AKA run, so I bowed slightly towards my weird audience, and turned to run.

But my path was blocked by a bunch of costume wearing weirdos, looking as shocked as Giant Metal Robot (Such a long name, I'd have to rethink him,) and company, and so I did the next best thing…

I clenched my eyes shut and clicked my heels together three times.

Now…don't be hating…because it worked.

Once second I was on a weird metal bridge surrounded by weirdos, and the next I was standing in what looked to be a mostly abandoned shipyard, an obnoxiously huge looking plane off to my right.

I nodded in thanks in the general direction of my dirty white converse (AKA my red slippers,) and then marched resolutely towards the plane.

I was gonna find a normal person if it killed me….

"Knock knock." I smacked the side of the plane hard, then grimaced.

My poor wimpy hand. I waited for a moment, then when nothing happened, knocked again, this time with my other hand.

"Knock Knock!" I said again.

But no one answered…and I was stuck with two broken hands.

With a huff, I gave up and leaned against the side of the plane.

But it was like the plane's wall ceased to exist for a moment, and instead of being a helpful wall to lean against, I fell right through it, landing butt first onto the planes floor.

"What?"

I looked up and beamed.

"A normal person!" I blurt out, relieved.

Whatever was going on, at least there was ONE regular person.

"Where did you come from?" He asked.

"Manhattan." I answered, too overjoyed that this guy was wearing real clothes to care that I'd somehow just fallen right through a solid object. "I was pushed onto the subway tracks, landed on this metal bridge thing, and then surrounded by a bunch of freakily dressed adults." I shuddered. "Where did you come from?"

The man's eyes narrowed. "Freakily dressed adults?" He repeated, totally ignoring my question.

Rude. This is why I hate people.

"Were they okay?"

I made a face. "Sure…they were fine. They were just standing there…why?"

"They didn't look like they needed help?" He pressed.

I crossed my arms. "No." I said tersely. "And even if they did need help, do you really think you're the man for the job?"

The man winced. "I'm a worst case scenario." He blurted out.

"Well…then I'd just sit tight." I shrugged. "This is hardly a worst case scenario moment." At least, I hope it wasn't. But I tried to sound self-assured.

Apparently it worked, because the man relaxed. Then he crossed his arms.

"How'd you get in here?" He asked, suddenly suspicious. That's when I remembered. "Oh! Well…I wanted inside, but you didn't answer when I knocked, so I leaned against the side, but then I fell in."

The man thought for a moment. "Can you do it again?" He asked slowly.

I brightened. This guy was asking the real questions. "Let's find out, person."

"You must have to want out…" He murmured, loud enough for me to hear him, so I squint my eyes, fell back against the side, and thought as hard as I could,

Let me out!

…..and it worked.

Once more I was outside, seated on grass, the plane in front of me.

"I'm…amazing." I smirked. I nodded a few times in pride and took in the rest of my surroundings.

More grass, gross, muddy ground, more grass…and two people?

I squinted.

They looked familiar, but which weird costumed adults were these?

One of them saw me looking, and my eyes widened. I took a step back, not sure where exactly I'd be running, as there was only GRASS (and nasty gross mud) as far as the eye could see, but before I could even take another step, a huge gust of wind had me falling backward, my head hitting said grass…which was much harder then it looked.

It was so hard, in fact…that it knocked me unconscious.

Grass: one. Me: Zero.

So. Meet Maddie! She's a general opposite of Charlie (If Glitch brought you here,) ...but that's kind of the point! I really wanted to incorporate Age of Ultron in, but the universe has slowly gotten darker, so I'd decided this world needed to be interrupted by an older, slightly pessimistic individual...we'll see how she does, right?

But of course, she's currently down for the count. Chapter two will be up TOMORROW!

Maddie is awesome, and Ultron is awesome, and so are the twins! Stands to reason this story should be awesome...right?

HEADS UP: I am an older college freshmen who's been living in a dorm (no roommate though, HOLLA,) for little less than a month and I'm taking ten classes, so I'll do my very best to keep on timely updates, but no promises, as I'm also working and a big volunteer at my church...so yeah. My life is crazy. This story SHOULD be updated every monday though. Yay!

Live Long and Prosper, Y'all,

~CLC~