PROLOGUE
The cell is dark and damp, with mildew festering in its corners. Three people, a girl and two males, are held captive here. Loud hissing and clicking is heard from down the dingy hallway outside the cell.
"Hurry Ben, They're coming!" whispers a boy with russet, curly hair that falls into his emerald eyes. His ruffled, sea foam colored wings are barely seen fluttering in the darkness.
The boy hovers over the girl with glowing green hands, countless lacerations cover her back and hips. The wounds begin to heal, leaving lost blood and scars in their wake.
"It's done," Ben whispers to the boy as a gray and violet portal opens in front of him. "Get her over here, quickly!"
The boy nods and picks up his patient. Her wounds are healed fractionally. As his arms slide under her, she cries out in pain.
"Hurry, Ian, I can't keep it open forever!" calls Ben from his position near the portal opening. The sounds in the hallway are much closer now.
"OK," Ian calls back, scrambling over to the portal with his sister in his arms.
"Get in, get out, and don't forget to say that we will be back and to take care of her. Now GO!" says Ben before Ian jumps into the swirling portal with his sister. A few minutes later, Ian jumps back out of the portal without his sister. One more second and the portal and Ben collapse.
Not a second later, the beings making the sound barge in and drag Ben out kicking and shouting. Ian cowers in the corner and mumbles to himself, "The Chitauri can't hurt you now sis." before passing out with exhaustion.