Right guys, I didn't like the route my original Escape to Love storyline was going, got writers block so decided to start from scratch. I am hoping this story will be better than the last one (I am keeping my fingers crossed). Please let me know your thoughts as they are appreciated. I hope you enjoy. Ta

Disclaimer - I do not own the Avengers, the characters or anything associated to it. All rights go to Marvel. This is just a fan writing a fanfic

The gunfire brought her out of her sleep, her mind felt foggy, her head span for a moment and a breath caught in her dry throat. Slowly she opened her eyes which felt like they had been glued together. She blinked a couple times before looking around the dimly lit room there was nothing, no one there. A sharp jabbing feeling in her side drew her attention away from her surroundings. Glancing down she saw the shard of glass sticking out of her side. Her eyes widened not really sure what she should do, there was no one to help. Hesitantly grabbing it she pulled it out of her, blood oozed out around it. She looked at the red blood stained glass, it was part of what she was encased in, a type of glass capsule which had shattered from what looked like rubble that had fallen down around the room. Slowly she eased herself out of the capsule trying not to catch herself on any glass shards again. Looking around the room, there was no sign of any one being here. She was completely alone, her heart hammered in her chest, she could feel the erratic beat. Her body ached, it was a dull ache, like it was not use to the movement she was asking it to do. It was a strange sensation which she could not explain but her body felt completely unfamiliar, like it was not her own.

Taking in her surroundings, she was encased in a small plain room, the only way out was around a wall had fallen down around a metal closed door. She could feel the cool air and the noise of the guns firing above her. There was something telling her that she was not safe staying here any longer than she needed too. Taking a final look around the room there was nothing which explained why she was here. Padding bare foot across the floor she climbed over the destruction surrounding her. There was no one here, not a single person to be found, she could feel her fear increase. She had no idea what was happening or where she was, what was worse though she couldn't recall who she was either. Knowing that there seemed to be no answers here for her she continued to move on.

The ground occasionally shook around her, she heard the building which surrounded her crumple, the occasional debris hitting the floor. Climbing up some stairs, she could smell the air becoming clearer, less stuffy. A familiar feeling breeze hitting her skin, she knew she had to head towards.

The light shone brightly forcing her to cover her eyes, she looked around to see chaos, there were vehicles were over turned and burning, buildings falling apart above her and things flying in the sky. She stood jut taking it all in, she had no idea where the hell she was but it felt more like it was hell she was living in. She heard someone shouting repeatedly.

"Get off the street, get off the street."

She moved forward not sure what was happening, seeing large man in a suit of red, blue and white charging towards her. She had no time to react as he scooped her up moving her quickly before he covered her body with his. She heard the explosion close by them feeling the rubble from it fall around them. The man pulled away looking around them, she could see the smoke move in the air, she could smell the burning which came with it.

"Miss, Miss." The man shook her gently making her look at him. She looked up at the masked man, catching the blue in his eyes. She could see that he was worried, there was concern there, she stared at him her heart now in her throat. "Are you okay?"

"I." She said it before she realised it was her own voice. But it didn't sound like her voice, or the voice she expected at least. She stopped to think, she didn't know if she was okay, she didn't know what was happening.

"You're hurt." The man put pressure on her side, pain passed through her making her wince, she looked down at the wound. She had completely forgotten about it. "We will find a medic ok Miss."

She stared at him not really sure what he was telling her, he scooped her back in his arms keeping pressure on her injured side before he started to run at a good pace. The thoughts racing through her mind made no sense, she didn't understand what was going on. She was currently in the arms of a complete stranger, someone she had just met. He carried her with ease; she looked at the destruction which seemed to be in every street. What hell had she woken in? She could feel herself getting light headed; it was like she was being drained. The man took her to a vehicle with others there, all hurt in some manner or another.

"She has an abdominal injury, it looks deep." The Red, blue and white man informed another who wore a different type of uniform. Something was strangely familiar about this uniform though, like she had seen it before or should know what it meant. "She seems a little confused."

"We will take her from here Sir." The new man said as the Red, blue and white man carrying her placed her down on a bed.

"She looked like she was in shock in the middle of that destruction." The Red, blue and white man told them.

"She is in good hands sir." The new man nodded before turning to her. "Miss Do you know your name?" He asked

She looked up at him as he continued to check her over, using something the cut the material covering her away, exposing her side. She couldn't bring herself to speak, everything seemed to be familiar, on the tip of her tongue yet new. Her head pounded, she looked to the Red, blue and white man but he had gone.

"Miss your name." The man repeated looking directly at her this time.

She just shook her head as she collapsed back. She could feel herself getting heavy, like her body was being dragged downwards. She had no control, she had no idea what was happening and this had to be some nightmare. She tried to say something but it was too late, she slipped out of consciousness.