I own my OC May *more information on my account page*, Marvel owns the rest.

May's POV

The first thing I noticed was that I had a burning headache. 'Where am I?' I thought, but I couldn't remember. The more I tried to think, the more my head was pounding. The next thing I noticed was a smell. The smell of trees, and grass, and… people. Many people. I slowly started to open my eyes, blinking a lot because of the bright light. 'Okay, I'm outside. That's a start.' Once my eyes had grown custom to the sun, I looked around. Though I couldn't remember being there before, I knew exactly where I was. The trees with the large buildings behind them gave it away. I was in Central Park, in New York. In other words, I was around 6000 km away from home. Slowly but steady, memories started to flood in. 'I was on a holiday, here in New York… With some friends… But why was I still here?' I tried to get up, only to find that I couldn't. I was only able to get on my knees, in a crawling position. Still woozy, I crawled towards the noises that I heard. I felt awful. When I finally reached a path, I walked *crawled* up to some people, asking for their help. The reaction they gave me was the last thing I expected.

They got pale like they saw a ghost, and ran of screaming. 'Hey, what did I do?!' I thought. This attracted the attention of everyone else around. Everyone had the same reaction. Some grabbed their phone, and called 911 in panic. 'What's going on?' I thought, but I couldn't get the words over my lips. I kept crawling around in the hope to find someone who wouldn't run off when he saw me, but in vain. After a couple of minutes I heard something behind me. Before I could turn around, I felt a prick in my back, then everything went black.

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I woke up again, in pretty much the same circumstances. Only this time I could remember more, and I didn't feel as woozy while waking up. I was here because the plane had been overbooked, and one person on the plane had to stay behind for a day. I had volunteered, and had stayed here for one more day. I looked around again, and was shocked to find myself in a zoo. Nothing wrong with a zoo, of course, but when you're inside of the animal residence, well, I just don't know why. Right now, I was desperate for answers. Once again, I tried to get up properly, but once again I failed. 'Okay, that's it, What is going on?' I thought and looked down to my body.

'Well fuck. Now I see why people ran from me.'

I looked down to a black, shiny fur. 'Great. I'm a panther. That's just marvellous. But would someone tell me HOW THE FUCK I BECAME A GODDAMN PANTHER?! BECAUSE THE LAST TIME I CHECKED, I WAS HUMAN, WAS WEARING CLOTHES, AND WAS- … Walking in Central Park. Great. So I had been there before.' Looking around again, I saw the people on the other side of the fence. But I ignored them. Instead, I focussed on my direct surroundings. There were some trees, rocks, and a puddle of water. I went to the latter, and looked at my reflection. Sighing internally, I stared at my face. I still had the same grey-green eyes, but that wasn't going to help me in any way. 'I have to let them know that I don't belong here' I thought. And that was exactly my plan. Because on the outside I may look like a panther, but on the inside I was definitely more. 'So commence the plan Let's Get The Fuck Out Of Here. I'll think of a shorter name another time.'

I walked towards the fence, and people turned towards me immediately. A little boy pointed at me and said: "Papa, look! A tiger!"

The man next to him laughed, and said: "Almost right. That's a panther kiddo."

"Ooh, cool! Can we go see it papa? Up close?"

"All right, but be careful, all right? Don't go stand against the fence. Because no matter how pretty she is, she can be dangerous."

I chuckled in my head. 'I'm not dangerous, I'm as human as you. I'll show you..'

The kid walked towards the fence, but did as his father had said and stayed back a few steps. Meanwhile, I slowly walked to sit right in front of the kid. His eyes widened as I looked directly into his eyes, and he quietly said: "H-hi…"

I nodded in response, and his eyes even grew bigger. 'Aw, he's so adorable!' I thought. He just stared at me, still a bit shocked, so I decided to pull out the big guns. I started to purr. I walked a bit closer, and stroked my back against the fence. The man next to him looked in awe, as the kid asked: "Dad, I think she wants me to stroke her. Can I?"

"Rather not, kiddo. You never know if she's dangerous…" he said uncertain.

'Aw, c'mon! Let the kid pet me! I need the attention!' So I laid down on my back and started to roll. You know, the way you see those adorable kitty's do in YouTube videos. Then I got back up and stroked my side against the fence again, purring louder while doing so.

"Does she look dangerous to you?" the kid asked his father.

The man sighed, and said: "You know what, I'll pet her first, to see if she lets me, and if it's safe, you can pet her as well. Deal?"

'Yes!' I thought, and the kid nodded. His father moved closer, until his hand rested against the fence. It was too big to go through, so I leaned against his hand and let him stroke me with the fence between his hand and my fur. I purred even louder, and the man *finally* told his son that it was okay.

"But be careful, Tyler. 'Kay?" 'Huh. Tyler. So that's his name."

He walked towards my shoulder, and laid his hand against the fence just like his father had done. But instead of leaning into his touch, I gave his hand a small lick and pressed my head against it. "Dad! She licked me!" he laughed, and began to pet my head. His hand was small enough to go through the fence, so petting me was a lot easier for him.

That was when the other people started to notice me more, and soon a circle had formed around them. Some other kids stood next to Tyler, and one of them said: "Pfsh, it's just a stupid tiger."

I looked the kid in the eye, and hissed at him. "It's a panther, idiot" Tyler said, and I nodded. The sound of surprise went through the crowd, and Tyler quietly asked: "W-wait, can you really understand us?" I looked him in the eye, and nodded without breaking eye contact.

"AWESOME!" he yelled. If I could, I'd laugh at his outburst. 'Yeah, awesome, until you see it from my point of view.' That was when I heard a man call to the press. Of course, the story of an English-understanding panther was a huge catch, and within the hour, photographers were all over the place, taking pictures of me and filming a woman's explanation of how they'd found me.

But I didn't pay attention, I was figuring what to do next. 'Okay. So, this has to be some kind of magic, right? Or maybe mutation. I need to reach someone who knows something about that. Or at least about strange things like this.' An idea suddenly popped into my head. I didn't know if they would be able to help me, but I had heard some rumours about them, especially after the battle in Manhattan a couple of months ago. My eye fell on a branch, and I internally grinned at the thought of how much this was going to look like How To Train Your Dragon. I took the branch in my mouth, and tilted my head to write in the dirt. The attention of the cameras immediately got from the woman to me, and the crowd gasped as they started to see letters forming on the ground.

It was one simple word, but It would better be enough to get me out of here. When I was done, I sat down *a bit proud of my not too messed up handwriting*, next to the initials that spelled a simple word.

SHIELD.