Author's Note: Hello and welcome to my first attempt at writing a fan fiction and writing in general. Polite reviews are welcomed. Please excuse minor spelling/grammar issues and let me know about any big ones. Well, here it goes!
Chapter 1: The Arrival
The opaque glass door flung open. The startled occupant of the space dropped the metal alloy hand he had been modifying. The hand bounced on the grey cement ground, metallic clinging echoed throughout the vast room. "Look at what you made me do!" cried the older man. "I believe it is common decency to kno…," he stopped abruptly when his eyes finally looked up into the intruder's dread filled ones.
"Tony, we have another one," said Bruce with a sense of urgency in his voice. The color on Tony's face spiraled down the drain.
"Where?"
"Right this way," he yelled over his shoulder. He had already started down the hall with a frantic pace. Tony dropped the toll in his other hand and ran off to catch up, not bothering to pick up the dropped metal.
"Doctor, are you certain?"
"Well, the blue pigmented skin and abnormally rapid self restoration is a dead give away. All we know it that the thing fell from the sky and it is not from around here," reported Bruce.
"Is it a he or she and are they looking to subjugate the world or something?"
"It looks to be female and for taking over the world, we will have to wait until she is conscious to answer that."
After traveling through various hallways, an elevator ride, and numerous security checks, the pair arrived at a dead end. Bruce took his access card from around his neck and swiped it in a slot to the right of the wall. After a beeping noise, the wall slid open with little noise. Bruce and Tony continued down the newly reviled hallway, the wall could be heard closing behind them. At last, they came to a colossal glass porthole. Captain Rogers had already arrived and was pacing back and forth like a mad man.
"Good morning Captain," Tony said briskly after he and Bruce came to a stop outside the window.
"It was a good one until she arrived," he replied, gazing into the room beyond the window.
Inside, were four white walls, various medical equipment, and a hospital style bed. Strapped onto the bed was the unconscious alien. She looked like a typical 18 year old human, but with the exception of her pointy ears and pale smoky sapphire complexion. Also, unlike a normal 18 year old, her wrists and ankles along with her torso, was strapped down to the bed with black cuffs. Upon closer inspection, you could notice a slight discoloration in certain patches of skin. Just hours ago, those had been life threatening burns.
"Greetings my friends!" boomed a thunderous voice from behind.
"Well hello Thor. Back from Asgard so soon?" Tony replied in a now confident tone.
"Indeed, some urgent matters," he looked beyond the glass window with his blue eyes, "seemed to have risen," he finished.
"Very urgent," called out a recognizable feminine voice.
"Greeting Lady Natasha and Clint," thundered the Asgardian crown prince.
"It's a pleasure, Thor, replied the red head.
"Umm guys, nice seeing you in all, but let's skip the hellos for now," Tony suggested.
"I agree, we should worry about whatever's in there," jumped in Agent Barton.
Steve hadn't moved an inch. He stood there with his hand resting on his chin, his expression blank, and mind in another place. He was faced toward the alien specie.
"Fury's going in there soon," Natasha said to nobody in particular, just trying to break the awkward silence that had developed.
"She's waking up!" shouted Steve unexpectedly after minutes of silence. Immediately, the group's attention was focused on the foreigner. Her now open, icy cobalt eyes bore into the souls of her onlookers.
That's it for Chapter 1. I hoped you enjoyed my start to a possible trilogy!
Until next time,
-Pandora