Let's just say that Luna Black was NOT having a good day.
She arrived late to a lecture, spilled coffee all over her new Marvel T-shirt and missed her ride back home. Not to mention the shit ton of essays they've been assigned by their professor.
Life simply sucked.
Especially when you move to a new city where you know nobody there. Basically, her social life wasn't exactly….social.
She walked the streets of New York, grumbling under her breath, "Study Medicine, they said. It'll be fun, they said. I should've just opened a small cozy comic shop with the regular customers, familiar scent of comics, shelves full of my favorite characters' action figures, but NOOO. I just had to listen to my parents and study medicine− HEY, WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING YOU LITTLE S−" Luna was cut off abruptly as a kid rammed into her. Her head hit the edge of the sidewalk and everything turned black.
The last thing she thought about is how she should've opened a goddamn comic shop.
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"The time has come. Wake up the child."
Luna felt a hand on her shoulder, shaking her awake.
"Just 5 more minutes, Mom," she muttered incoherently.
"I am not your mother, you naïve mortal."
"Wow, Mom! You really have been practicing your…."
Luna bolted upright, her eyes widening with anxiety. Nothing around her felt familiar at all. She scanned her surroundings and couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was breathtaking. It had an air of magnificence.
"Am I dead? Am I in heaven?" she said in a small voice. "Who am I kidding, of course I'm not in heaven."
"Silence, peasant. We do not have much time left," one of the strangers explained.
Luna turned her head only to find 3 women completely dressed in white. They had long, golden hair cascading down their shoulders with vines intertwined in them to form a crown on their heads.
"Who are you? Where am I?" Luna asked.
"We are the Nornir. Beings that rule the destiny of all living creatures. We currently reside in Asgard. I am Uror, and those are my sisters Veroandi and Skuld. Your presence is in dire need in order to fulfill certain destinies. More specifically the destinies of the people from -what you would call- the Marvel Universe," she said in a calm, graceful manner.
"…You're trying to tell me that the Avengers are real, and that I'M being sent there to make things right," Luna raised her eyebrow, "And pray tell, how am I supposed to believe all of this? How do I know if this isn't just a dream?"
"It is your choice whether or not you want to believe this, however, it is not within your control to decide if you are being sent. We will send you to the people who need you most, whenever and wherever. Although we cannot directly interfere with your actions, we can provide you with some indirect help," explained Veroandi.
"We have also come to the conclusion that you might be put in certain situations where, unfortunately, you cannot handle without any…..special abilities. Therefore, we have decided that it would be best if you were endowed with the powers of telekinesis and telepathy." Skuld pressed her lips into a thin line as she waited for an answer.
"As much as how these powers are cliché, I'm still probably gonna need them," Luna shrugged, "I still don't believe that any of this is real, but I'm just gonna flow with the dream. Plus, why on earth would you want a 24 year-old to help you? Aren't you guys like gods or something. How do you even know if I know anything about the MCU?"
"We have already explained to you what we are and what we do. There are circumstances, such as this, where we must engage a mortal with the destinies of others to adjust their fates. We know every little detail of your life, especially your love for Marvel. You have the required determination, stubbornness, and information to stop a devastating war to occur," Veroandi responded.
"What war? You mean, Infinity War?" she gaped. "You expect me to just barge in their lives in the middle of a war. Yes, they would trust me from the bottom of their hearts." she drawled sarcastically.
Uror glared at her. Luna unconsciously backed away, "Yeesh, if looks could kill….," she muttered.
"We are running out of time. There is no time for your imprudent behavior. If you could kindly keep your sarcasm to yourself, you might actually be able to understand what you'll be doing," Uror smiled coldly.
"We acknowledge the fact that they might not trust you," Uror continued, "thus, we are sending you to each of them –individually- to befriend them, so that when you meet them again in the future, they would already know who you are. However, there are certain events that you must not dabble with. Such as Loki's attack on Earth, Ultron, the fight between Steven Rogers and Anthony Stark, and the death of several mortals."
Luna did not agree with that at all. "Deaths I can't prevent?! Can you name them? I swear, if anybody who I remotely like dies just because of your terms I'll…"
Skuld rolled her eyes and responded, "Benjamin Parker, Ho Yinsen, Rebecca Banner, King T'Chaka, Yondu Udonta, and Odin."
Luna frowned, "Am I allowed to tell them about all of this whe− if I get there?"
"When the time comes to reveal the truth, you will know," replied Skuld.
"Why do they have to be so cryptic and posh?" Luna thought to herself.
A sudden cold breeze pressed against Luna's skin and a wave of dizziness hit her.
"It is time. The child must leave this instant," Veroandi ordered.
"W-what wait I still didn't ask if…." Luna mumbled as her eyes grew heavier each second until she completely blacked out.
Luna groaned as she cracked an eye open but quickly squeezed it shut when the light blinded her, "Huh, I don't remember making it home yesterday….."
Her eyes suddenly flew open and she glanced around her surroundings. She was in the center of a room that practically screamed the 1940s. Standing on her feet, she walked around the room as she gazed at all the pictures and objects scattered around. It was like she's been living here for years, except everything seemed…antiquated?
"I'm guessing this is Steve's timeline. And that I'm living here, now."
She didn't realize she was in different clothing until she passed by a mirror, and what she saw was a very outdated version of herself; her brown hair was curled and pinned back, and her dress was in patriotic colors with puffed shoulders.
She headed outside the house and tried her best to memorize the way back. While she was walking, looking for nothing specific.
"Now, what?" she asked herself, "I'm in the 1940s -a decade I know nothing about except that World War Two took place in those years- looking for a blonde guy that could be practically anywhere. Nice. Why does everything happen to me? I guess I could sign up as an army nurse or somethi−"
"NEXT TIME YOU'LL THINK BEFORE YOU OPEN YOR FUC−"
Luna felt or maybe even heard something inside her head tell her to follow that man's voice. And she did.
"Tsk, Tsk. You kiss your mother with that mouth? ," Luna grinned, as she recited one of Nick Fury's famous lines.
"This isn't of your business, doll. Now go home before you get hurt too," the man threatened. Behind him was a frail and very bloody Steve Rogers struggling to get up on his feet…..again.
Luna slowly walked toward them, quietly muttering under breath, "Those powers better not let me down."
But Luna had a plan.
She wasn't just going to expose her abilities in front of them.
"You gonna punch me, doll?" The man laughed and stretched his arms outwards. "Come on. Give me the best you've got."
Luna felt a hum of energy travel down her arm as she raised it and punched the man's face. Anybody who may have seen this moment would think her punch was so powerful it knocked him out, but it was actually Luna using her telekinesis power to force him to black out.
She was surprised of how easily she managed to control her powers, especially since it's her first time using them. Must be the Nornir's doing.
Luna glanced at Steve, "You okay?"
"Yeah, but I had it under control," rasped Steve weakly.
Luna scoffed, "Sure, and I'm the queen of England."
She helped him up on his feet.
"What was that all about?" she asked.
"A few words he shouldn't have said," Steve explained as he wiped the blood off his nose with his sleeve.
She eyed him with concern, "You need help patching up?"
Steve shook his head frantically, "No, it's fine. I can deal with it on my own."
Luna narrowed her eyes, "Do you even have a first-aid kit at your place."
"Y-yeah, I do?" Steve replied, shifting his gaze to the floor.
"Yup, you're coming with me. Don't worry, I won't kill you or anything." Luna assured.
"The fact that you said that makes me worry even more."
"Eh, whatever. Now, come on. I live just down the block."
Steve followed her hesitantly until Luna unceremoniously grabbed his arm and dragged down the street and into her house.
Steve cocked his head to one side, "Are you new here? 'Cause I've never seen you in this neighborhood before."
Luna fumbled through her kitchen as she searched for the kit. "Uh, yeah. I moved here a couple of days ag− AHA FOUND IT."
She opened the kit, pulled out some antiseptics, and started treating the cuts on his face. "I came here to apply as a nurse in the military. What's your story?"
"I'm actually headed to a training camp tomorrow. If you want you can join me, since you don't know your way there….I mean, if you want to. You don't have to. You probably already know the way ther−" he rambled, hissing at the contact of the medicine on his wounds.
Steve Rogers being uncomfortable around a woman. Iconic
"Perfect. Where do you want to meet up?" she asked as she got up to wash her hands.
"Oh-Uh I can pick you up from your house at noon," he said as he got up to leave, "and by the way, I'm Steve. Steve Rogers.
"Luna Black. It was a pleasure to meet you Steve Rogers, and please don't get yourself into tight situations again."
Steve grinned, "I'll try my best. Thank you. For helping me, you know."
"No problem. Just doing what I'm best at."
Steve turned around and showed himself the way out, and as soon as she heard the door close, she flopped herself on her bed.
Then all hell broke loose, or in other terms, her inner fangirl completely lost it.
Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod. FUCK. I, Luna Black, just had a civil conversation with none other than STEVE FUCXING ROGERS ASDFGHJKLJDDHDJHZKFJHAJHDFJGKSKS. STeVe RoGerS, as in CAPTAIN AMERICA.
Luna took some time to calm down and started thinking about whether or not 5 years of studying medicine in the 21st century would be enough to be approved as a nurse in the 1940s.