Julianna

"Come on, Jess," I say, prompting my boyfriend as I turn around, walking backwards along the tracks. "Don't be so square! Live a little!"

He frowns, walking next to the tracks and trying to keep up without running. I can move pretty fast, when I want to. "Usually when people say that, someone ends up dying."

I make a face, holding my arms out to the moonlit sky. "Who's gonna get you killed? Me?" I scoff, joking around with him. He doesn't smile, not happy with that humor. After the incident in New York, and my "insane amnesia" afterwards… He's not happy with me talking about dying.

"Jesse. Stop acting like I'm going to flip out every time this comes up."

"Every time what comes up?"

"New York! Loki, Captain America, the Hulk. The Avengers, and how crazy you and my family thought I was," I exclaim. He knows exactly what I'm talking about.

"Jules, you were drugged up because of the pain and-"

"No. That was real. That happened before the drugs, Jesse, I have perfect, clear memories of what happened in the city and you are not going to keep pretending you didn't see it, too."

"I didn't see anything, Jules! So there was a flash of blue light and some messed up crap going on in the streets, but the light was a transformer blowing or something. And all that crap in the streets, that was just a coincidence."

I let out a long, frustrated breath and step off the tracks, into the middle. "Don't do that, Jesse. It's not fair."

"What's not fair?!"

"That you keep telling people I was drugged up and crazy. That you don't believe what you saw. It isn't fair that I have to believe in something unbelievable all alone."

He steps toward me, pity behind his sad expression. "You're not alone, Jules."

"Yes, I am. Nobody believes me," I insist, crossing my arms. He reaches out, sighing.

"Someone does."

"Who?" I ask, getting angry. "Not you. Not my parents. Not my friends. No one."

"Someone does, Jules, I promise," he says, not allowing me a chance to speak as he takes my hands in his. "I will, if you push me hard enough."

I set my jaw, extremely frustrated. He won't, I know it. He never will and that's just… Stupid. He saw it, everything that happened, all that chaos. He witnessed every bit of it.

"Ow," he says, pulling away. "Jules, what'd you do?" Rodger stares down at his hands, and I follow his gaze, my mouth dropping open. His hands are… Gone. Literally flying away. Falling to the ground in tiny, flaking pieces.

"Jess…" I whisper, taking a few steps back in fear. "Oh my God, Jesse, what's wrong with your hands?"

The flaking has moved up to his arms, and is getting faster. "Julia. Jules, c'mon! Help me!" He shouts, looking from his disappearing arms, to me, and back down again. His feet have disappeared as well, and his shins are quickly vanishing.

My eyes fill with tears and I scream a little, stumbling backwards. What do I do? Oh my God, what the hell do I do? His chest starts vanishing, then his neck and head and… He's gone. My boyfriend… I killed my boyfriend. Did I? Oh my God.

A sound like a fog horn blares behind me and I spin around, suddenly blinded. A train. I think immediately. A train. It dawns on me that I'm standing still and the conductor is blaring the horn and I am standing still, in the path of a train.

And then it hits me.

Literally.

The train hits me.

Except it doesn't. It goes right through me. It feels like wind rushing around me, little pieces of dust smacking my face. For ten minutes or so, at least, that's how long it feels, I stand on the tracks in the middle of the storm, waiting. For what? Don't ask, because I don't know.

But when it finally stops, there is ash surrounding me in a small pile and I have no idea what I did. I would say that maybe I am going crazy, there was no train, and Jesse went home without me… Except that the next morning on the news, train 5708 never reached its destination and my boyfriend never came home.

Tony Stark was getting so tired of calls from Fury. "Stark, where are you?" "Stark, respond. Now." "Stark? Stark. Stark, you have to answer sometime." At least, that's what every single call sounded like to the prestigious Iron Man.

Finally, his doorbell rang. He grumbled, but answered the door to find Fury, Natalia, Clint, Bruce... Everyone. Except Steve. He was probably still trying to figure out how to answer to the phone. "What now? Do you need me that badly?"

"No," he stated flatly, pushing inside.

"Did I say you could come inside? I don't think so."

"Stark. Stop. Pay attention." Reluctantly, he shut his mouth. "We found it."

His mouth dropped open and Clint smothered a snicker. "You found the- Why didn't somebody tell Steve?!" Steve was the one who related to the issue most... "Are you sure you found it?"

Fury nodded, and Bruce cut in. "A girl in Jersey disintegrated her boyfriend and a train."

Stark stood still for a moment, staring at them with a little bit of a squint. "How do we know this? Do we spy on everyone? Are we legal?"

"Yes," Nat said, rolling her eyes.

"To which?"

"Stark." Tony's head snapped back to Fury, but before he could speak, Fury started talking. "She's coming here today."

"Oh. Oh, OH. What? No! It'll-"

"She."

"-she'll disintegrate my beautiful tower!"

"Calm down, stupid," Nat says incredulously. "There's a thing called gloves."

Reluctantly, and very slowly, they managed to persuade him. The Tesseract was coming to visit.