This is what we have seen doctor,

The darkness holds only one thing:

The end of time itself.

Nightmares - Chameleon Circuit (Still Got Legs)

Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Marvel, The Avengers or any of the Actors..that would be very illegal..

"Kristin?" A gruff voice echoed down the hallway and into my old room. Fifteen year old me didn't even look up, I had been to focused on the flame that was whipping around widely on the wick of the bright green candle that I held in my small delicate looking hand. I remember now, I had always liked fire, even when I was younger I was drawn to it. "Kristin!" the voice sounded in a hurry, and it was getting louder, but it didn't even faze younger me, I just sat on the end of my red colored twin sized bed, staring intently at the flame as it slowly seemed to calm down and flow slowly almost like water from a soft soothing river would.

That's strange..fire and water, true enemies, so much alike yet so diffren- I was stirred from the thoughts by that damned voice shouting my name as if it were the only thing they could say.

Fifteen year old me let out the breath she had been holding, instantly putting out the flame before she set down the half burnt candle and headed out of her bedroom door and down the hallway. "I'm coming! don't have a spaze attack.." she mumbled the last part more to herself, through even if the man that was at the end of the hallway had heard her, he wouldn't have cared, by now he was used to her sarcasm.

"Are you saying you don't want to come along for the experiment?" he asked, the man's large brown eye's seemed to light up at the sight of his daughter and the light laughing noise that escaped her throat before she spoke. "Just hurry up old man!" She called over her shoulder for she was already out the front door.

Before I knew what happened we were already at my father's old workplace….oh no….I've had this dream before. God I hate this dream…

"What kind of experiment is this?" She asked looking at her father.

" A new kind, of experiment, you see the people I work with discovered something.. They were working on Gamma and somehow…changed it." Her father opened the driver's side and hopped out of the old minivan. Me….Younger me hopped out of her side, eager to follow her...Our father.

No...don't follow him, stay in the van you stupid child! Oh I just called myself stupid.

Before I knew what was happening my father was yelling. "What do you mean it's not working? Do you know how much money and time we put into that machine?" Younger me flinched each time her father's voice got louder.

"There's n-no way to fix it, the w-wires broken, Z-Zoey tired to go in and fix it but the hole is t-too small, none of our hangs f-fit to reach far enough down to get to the w-wires" a small nerdy man with bug like glasses and greasy hair somehow managed to say through he was scared shitless of my father.

There was a long moment of silence before my father just shook his head and yelled at the man to leave. Without a second thought the man took off running clearly happy to be away from the angry man who looked like he was ready to kill someone.

Don' .Anything.

She couldn't hear me; I mean I couldn't hear me. It was like a silent plea for help, or like the saying 'If a tree falls in the woods, and no one's around to hear it, did it really make any noise?' it was useless to even try. But sometimes you have no other choice but to just try.

"I could do it! My hand would fit!" I felt like closing my eyes and turning away. If only I could. For a long moment my father stared at younger me, frowning. He was thinking it over. Surly no real caring father would put his only child at risk like that….Right? Then again he had no idea of the risk at the time.

"Alright…you can try." He said gruffly before turning around and hitting a button.

The thick dark green doors slid open and I slipped through, my father closed them again as soon as I was inside.

"Alright, just try to twist the red wire back together okay, once you do I'll hit the start button and I want you out of there as fast as you can, alright?" his gruff voice sounded strange, almost robot like over the intercom, but younger me just nodded and stuck her arm into the hole, eager to help, almost like a lost puppy that finally found a worthy master. What a fool.

I twisted the broken red wire together and then turned back to my father, using my free hand to give him a thumb's up. He grinned and hit the "On" button at the same time as he hit the button to open the doors, by then I was already to the doors….but they weren't opening. I turned around to look through the glass at my father, a look of panic on my face. You see the two buttons had been on the opposite sides of the control board, and when he reached over to hit the door button, he knocked a glass of coffee all over the board. Instantly the bored started to light up like New Year's eve at midnight. He couldn't get the button to work, he couldn't open the doors. And I was trapped inside.

The whole room lit up a bright red that blinded me and made me scream, my world turned to fire.

And I burned.

I bolted upright in bed, a cold sweat covered my body and a scream was lodged in my throat. I hated having that dream because to be honest I think that dream would be hell for me when I die. I shook my head angrily and stood up, not even bothering to change out the of the tank top and sweat pants I wore. I silently slipped on my black sneakers and headed outside without a second thought. In the back yard of my small shack like house, tied to a tree was an wore out old black punching bag. I didn't waste any time as I swiftly put on my gloves and begun swinging at the punching bag relentlessly.

Whap, whap, whap….whap, whap, whap, whap, whap….whap, whap, whap, whap.

By the time I was done killing the punching bag the sun was just starting to rise and my once cold sweat was traded for a hot sticky sweat. I sat down and stared at my reflection in the half broken mirror that was leaning against my dark brown shack, I remembered the day I had broken the mirror in a moment of rage, and the scars the broken glass left on my knuckles.

My long –natural- red hair was down and sticking to my face and any bear skin it could reach and my dark blue eyes looked empty and weak. My skin, through covered in sweat was also covered in dirt and seemed paler than normal. I looked like I hadn't bathed in weeks. And I really hadn't. I hadn't been able to sleep since the nightmares started to get worst, I hadn't been able to eat, I hadn't bathed, all I could do is beat up the punching bag and let myself fade away. I was sick, I knew it. But I didn't want to admit it. I just figured the gamma was finally starting to kill me, and there was nothing I could do. I was broken just like the mirror. Broken and braking.

"You look tired."

I froze, my breath catching in my throat as I looked away from my broken reflection and to the strange man in front of me, leaning against my shack warily as if he was afraid he might tip it over.

'I'm going insane.' Was the first thought that crossed my mind as I took in the dark skinned man that wore all black, a leather coat and an….eye patch…. Was his some kind of pimped out pirate?

"Ahoy, who the hell are you?" I said slowly standing up and staring at the stranger in front of me.

"Perhaps you've heard of me. My name's Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D." he said this as a smirk played on his lips. If I had been drinking water I would have done a spit take.

"Oh…balls" I mumbled and a knowing smile crept onto his face. Time to go from a run Kris.

A/N: okay…is it just me or was that hard to write…I promise the next one will be better through! It was just like…really hard to write.. But hey this was like my first time so..What do you guys think? Did you like it? Do you think I'm stupid? Please share with me so I can fix my errors! thanks for your time!