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Hey, everyone. I haven't written in a while and this is just an idea I had that I decided to roll with. Just a warning that I am notoriously bad at finishing stories, by which I mean, I have never actually finished a story. Who knows, though, maybe I can break that streak this time. This is set before Age of Ultron and, I haven't decided yet whether I'm sticking with that Hawkeye or not. Other than that, I'm going with movieverse.

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel or DC.

Jane Foster was a brilliant scientist. She thoroughly believed this and prided herself on it. Recently though, she was starting to doubt herself. It wasn't that she no longer believed that she was brilliant, it was more like she had swam too far out to see and was no so far out of the known realm of things that she had grown up with that she couldn't even see the shore anymore. She was sure that she was going to drown if this strangeness continued. The past week certainly hadn't done anything to help her recent insecurity.

At the moment, as she crept towards Avenger's Tower, taking turns and roundabouts in an attempt to lose whomever she was sure was following her, she prayed to God and Odin and Jesus and Buddha and whomever else was out there for help. She had to make it to the tower. There was no other option. If she didn't, this whole dimension could cease to exist. Not just Earth or the entire galaxy, but all of the galaxies, however many were out there would just disappear with no trace of ever having existed.

"Thor, where are you?" she whispered to herself, as she crossed a busy street while attempting to blend in with the crowd around her.

Of course, she knew the answer. He was in Asgard. He had come to see her before he went back, following the harmonic convergence. They had enjoyed a nice peaceful day together, and then he had left, promising to return soon. Of course, "soon" to him was a little longer than "soon" meant to her. Usually, that wasn't a problem, but this time she really needed to see him. He could help. She was sure.

When this strangeness had started a week before, she hadn't thought it was a big deal. If worse got to worst, Thor would show up. He always did. Add that to the fact that she hadn't seen him for almost six months now and he was really overdue to come help her out.

Over the course of the week, what had started out as seemingly malfunctioning equipment had escalated into strange data, terrifying revelations, and creepy silent men dressed in black suits following her around. She would have assumed that the men were SHIELD agents, except that SHIELD no longer existed since Hydra took over about two months before which meant that the men were either Hydra agents or members of some other, unknown organization. Neither option comforted her. On top of that, Darcy, Selvig, and Darcy's intern, Ian, had disappeared during the week, and none of the law enforcement agencies would even listen when Jane tried to tell them what was going on.

So now, here she was, making her way through busy New York City streets on her way to the Avengers Tower. Hoping against hope that Thor was there, or, at the very least, Tony Stark, not that she really enjoyed Stark's presence. She had met the man once and he was much too full of himself for her liking, even so, he may be the only one aside from Thor who would have an idea of what she was talking about.

She pushed on, winding her way through New York City while darting around corners and ducking into shops every once in a while, keeping an eye out for men in black suits which was, honestly, hopeless. The majority of men around were in dark grey or black suits since it was lunch hour.

Finally, she made it to the bottom of the ridiculously tall tower. Staring up at it, she wondered if Stark was even more full of himself than she had originally thought. Shaking off the thought since it didn't actually matter, she reached for the door handle and pulled….only to find it locked.

"Dammit!" she shouted in exasperation and punched at the glass door. In a bout of stupidity, she decided to actually punch the glass door which lead to a whole string of cussing. This attracted a couple of stares from passersby to whom she smiled and nodded hello to. They continued on, and Jane calmed herself down in order to reassess her situation.

If she couldn't get the Avenger's help, then she, along with the entire dimension, was probably screwed. So, basically, she needed to get their attention no matter what.

She was considering either scaling the building or stripping right there on the doorstep when she noticed a little gold plaque along with a button at about chest height on her right. Squinting at the plaque, she found that it read "Doorbell" in fancy letters.

As soon as she pressed the doorbell, a light came on just above the plaque and suddenly shot upwards towards the top floor.

Jane sighed.

Tony Stark will always be Tony Stark, she supposed.

Just as she thought that, Tony's voice came over the intercom. "The speaker on my end is broken because Steve and Bruce got drunk and….You know what? That doesn't matter. Anyway, I'll be down in a minute, and you better have a good reason for ringing that doorbell. For example, you're selling Girl Scout cookies."

Jane let a small chuckle at that, and took a step back from the door, waiting for it to open. She glanced around. Lunch hour had ended, now, and the street was almost deserted. There were a few people here and there, but they were mostly homeless people or businessmen running late on their way back to the office. Usually there were tourists, but they were absent due to the muggy rain that had been on and off all morning.

She sighed. Tony sure was taking his time. Then again, maybe he wasn't, and she was just being impatient. She had no idea how long ago he had come over the intercom.

Suddenly, she dropped to the ground feeling a strange pressure on her head. It slowly increased and kept increasing to the point where it felt like her head would explode. She looked around for someone to ask for help, but she couldn't focus. The pain in her head had caused everything to go blurry.

She reached out her hand and felt the glass in front of her. Using the door handle as a support, she started to pull herself up.

All at once, the door handle disappeared, the air grew cold, and everything went quiet and dark. In the next moment, Jane was falling.

By the time Tony got the door, Jane was gone and there was no trace that she had ever been there. Still though, he opened the door and glanced around.

"Damn!" he said, after realizing that there really wasn't anyone there. "I was so hoping for some Thin Mints!"

As he walked back to his penthouse elevator he thought to himself, Who the hell would be crazy enough to play Ding-Dong-Ditch at Avengers Tower? You know we used to have a camera for things like this. If only Rogers and Bruce hadn't had that stupid bet about how the Hulk can hold his liquor better than the Star-Spangled-Man-with-a-Plan. Maybe then, my console wouldn't have a shield-shaped hole in it or, even better, it wouldn't smell like Hulk puke.

Sorry if the characters are a bit off. Not totally sure where I'm going with this. Review if you have any ideas or if you just like the story.