So, here is the starting chapter of the squeal! Space Apart! I hope you like it, and please leave a review to let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers, but I do own my OC
The last thing I remembered was a scream being pulled from my lips before my consciousness had faded away, surrounded by that blue light that had become both a gift and a curse for the past three years.
As I stirred awake, there was a familiar feeling of weightlessness to my body. My memories flitted back to the moment when I first felt this: when I fell, literally, into the 1940s. Was this a sign that I was going back to my world? But... I didn't want to return. Not to that life of meaningless praise and loneliness.
Forcing my eyes open, billions of stars blindingly shone before me, alien constellations that were swirling with colors. Before I even had time to blink, bright blue swarmed my vision again. Pain electrocuted my nerves, tearing me apart from the inside out and locked my limbs in place. My wrist began to burn underneath my bracelet as if it were made of magma. This wasn't right. Something was terribly wrong.
My shoulder slammed into metal with a loud thud, the force of the impact resounding through my bones. I groaned in pain as I rolled onto my back. Beneath me was what felt like a grated platform. Picking myself up with a wince, I found that my shoulder was dislocated. My breath was surprisingly short, and the world seemed tilted as I tried to stand. Taking a second to compose myself, I attempted to discern just where or even when I had ended up this time.
Walls, so indoors...no, underground based on structure. There's smoke...electrical fires from the computers...modern computers...no, advanced... definitely different time... my world or-
"Argh!" I choked out, thoughts interrupted by a man slamming me against a metal beam. His left hand was wrapped around my throat, cutting off airways, while his right held a staff that glowed a dark blue. A foreign feeling sprouted in the pit of my stomach, a sort of familiarity, but dangerous warning. I immediately reached for the gun at my side, but found myself grasping at an empty holster. I had dropped it on Schmidt's ship. Changing tactics, I tried to pry his fingers off with my good arm, but even with my enhanced strength, they wouldn't relent.
"You are... mortal..." the man began, his grip tightening minutely, "and yet you travel through the Tesseract's power unharmed."
My eyes snapped up at the mention of the Tesseract. I silently gasped as a pair of cold blue eyes much like my own stared back, freezing me in place. These eyes however, were darker and dull, cloudy with a mix of emerald at the edges almost as if it was holding the glow back.
"Interesting..." he whispered.
Before I realized what happened, the tip of his staff hovered over my heart.
A powerful force was sent through my mind, shoving me away from the front of my conscience. It violently sorted through my thoughts and memories. My head felt like it was being split into two until my vision went black. When I had regained a sliver of awareness, panic coursed through my veins.
It was a surreal moment, seeing my own body move but not be the one controlling it. 'I' had popped my shoulder back into place during the few seconds of unconsciousness and was currently stealing a gun from the body of a soldier.
Whispers echoed in my mind, unfamiliar to my ears, but I could feel them. They were nudging my body, pulling my limbs along like strings to a puppet. I tried to get control, but every time it was on the edge of my grasp, the whispers grew stronger, holding me back and sapping my strength.
I fought for what felt like hours, but in reality was merely seconds passing by. As the last of my strength faded, my head slumped in defeat and the whispers overwhelmed me.
-Obey... Obey your master…- they chanted in my mind as blue surrounded me, a suffocating feeling of wrong wrong wrong. In the final moments of awareness, I noticed two things: my bracelet was gone, and there was something else in my head, hidden from the whispers.