Hey guys! Here's another new story for you!
There's gonna be romance, but it'll come later down the line. I'll change the rating then.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers. Only my craziness.
December 27, 1954; Government facility, location: Unknown.
My head pounded; limbs throbbed. There were noises coming from all around me. Insects crawling. The wheeling of gurneys. The beeping of a the heart monitoring system my shell of a body was hooked up to. I groaned, yearning with every ounce of my being to shut out the ambiance. To have the mundane ability to cover my sensitive ears.
My keen eyes immediately located a black fly. It's miniscule wings were like thunder to my ears as they beat the air. It's eyes were compound organs that were comprised of thousands of individual lenses. Many colors resided there; like a rainbow, but one that did not require the fall of rain.
The usual baseline of flames coursed through my blood. There was once a time when the fire did not exist. The days before the Fall.
The residual heat began to build from within. Whenever there was stress... whenever there was an anomaly that presented itself as a foreign attack... Explosions at an anatomical level would begin to surface.
I felt my heart begin to race. No. I hadn't had an Incident in over seven years... My breaths shook through my body as I tried to hold back the power running through-
With a short buzz, the fly dropped to white tiled floor. It jerked once, then it stopped moving. Immediately the sounds of the other insects stopped, recognizing the threat of a predator.
I cried out and struggled against the impenetrable Vibranium bonds that encircled my wrists and ankles. The glowing ivory flesh which was once soft and unblemished, was rubbed completely raw, until only the disturbing image of crusted blood, muscle, and in some areas bone, remained. The wounds were unable to close and scar because the restraints were so taut and unyielding.
I watched a ghostly slip of a woman pass by the clouded windowpane embedded within the door at the entrance of the room. Her starched white garb hung loosely from her frame. A nurse. They all looked the same. The nurse glanced into my room as she passed. Our eyes met. The woman's eyes widened, her mousy hair shrouded the rest of her face. Her pace quickened until she could no longer be seen. This reaction was not surprising. I was once told that I was enemy number one of the United States of America. The government made sure I'd be caged for the remainder of eternity.
No one could know.
July 1947, the aircraft I was piloting crashed near Roswell, New Mexico. The technology... was from another world. Another time. One that Midgardians had no idea even existed. Knowledge that wouldn't come to pass for hundreds of years. When a nosey local stumbled across the rubble, and me within it, I became the subject of a ridiculous controversy and ludicrous conspiracy theories. When the machinery fell from the sky decades ago, the government decided it best to hide it. What the public didn't know was the blanket being pulled over their eyes. After I was incarcerated, the government and military joined forces and began rebuilding the craft. Their interest must have peaked at the levels Gamma radiation that were emitted. It radiated levels unseen ever before by scientists of the time. But there was a man created with the same technology, to become a super soldier.
They named him Captain America.
The military took steps to make sure nothing else came along with my aircraft. That nothing leaked through the portal in the sky. That clever outcome was how they stumbled across me. Scientists deduced that if anything had come through the portal, it would radiate the same levels of Gamma as the alien technology.
I had slipped through the portal from my home planet, Lesengard. There, I was an soldier and pilot for new projects. The aircraft was their newest achievement. On the last outing of the patent, everything was going smoothly. The craft's mainframe was solid, maybe a bit slow for my reflexes. I would soon be home. I was only a soldier, taking orders from her commanding officers. Once the tests on the patent were complete, my thoughts turned to my family. My only sister, Sarah, was with child and ready to burst any moment. She hated me for leaving days before she was to give birth to her firstborn.
She shouted in my face. Spittle flew from her mouth and landed upon the drawn covers of her hospital bed. She had grasped her swollen belly with one hand, the other crushing the hand of her complacent husband. It weakened my hardened resolve to see the betrayal in her eyes. Knowing that I couldn't disobey the orders of my commanding officer. She told me- she told me if I was to not return, she wouldn't wait for me. That our parents would forget about me. I took the abuse, standing tall, with shoulders strait and hands linked behind my back. My white-blonde hair in a tight plait.
The perfect soldier.
I told her I had to go. Her last words were screamed at my back as I retreated from her hospital room. She told me that she hated me. That she always had, and always would. That her child would remember me as its betrayer.
As I piloted the prototype through the stars, I knew that once I returned to Lesengard, I would make things right. Discharge from the military and finally become the daughter and sister my family had been waiting for. I gazed longingly at a small picture of my family I had pulled up on the digital screen. We seemed so happy then. Even if I did come back; would they accept me? I was shaken from my thoughts as Base received my final report and deemed the prototype a success.
That's when I saw a strange hue of blue in the corner of my eye. It pulsed. Glowed. My heart pounded. I reported the anomaly to Base. Moments later, the entire craft went down. The lights on the dash and display blinked out as an alarm sounded through the cabin. When I attempted to run a diagnostic check, the mainframe responded that there was a system failure due to enormous spikes of Gamma radiation. My coms were cutting off and I could hear the engineers yelling for me to eject from the craft. They knew what the portal was. The Bifröst of Asgard. Stories were told in Lesengard of the great kings and Gods of Asgard. But they were only stories...
I had only seconds to spare. I glanced down at the smiling faces of my family.
100% systems failure.
Then I was engulfed in blue light.
When I landed on Midgard for the first time, I thought I was in hell. I crawled from the wreckage to see desert all around- until I saw a small army of men pointing weapons at my head.
That was seven years ago.
For seven years I sat in my little white cell, strapped to a cot covered in rough white linens. The nurses had to restrain me after I killed the first five people who came through the door. After a massacre of over forty people, the army was called in. It took ten men to tie me down.
I came back to the present as a tiny nurse walked through the door. She was unbelievably thin. Her bones jutted out, seeming as though they were going to pierce her unnaturally pallid skin. Unlike the usual nurses, this woman seemed to have the ability to twist her mouth into something that somewhat resembled a smile. The colourless lips sometimes succeeded. Other times, there was only a grotesque sneer.
Today... there was only a sneer. I sighed, a slight twinge of disappointment filling me.
The nurse placed down a large tray lined with various tools and syringes. Then she began the usual arrangement of tests and examinations.
I slipped into a haphazard state of relaxation. I was able to play memories of my mother and father in my head to pass the time. They laughed and smiled at me. I focused on the memories from before I joined the military. They were proud of me. Of my achievements. In my mind, we had picnics in the golden fields of Lesengard. Sarah and I caught large butterflies by the glade near our house. I had created the perfect haven to escape from my own mind.
Through my state of meditation, I could vaguely feel the first needle pierce the flesh of my inner elbow. I winced. Playing memories could only get me so far...
I could almost feel the sun on my skin.
"Elle! Get the nets!" Sarah shouted over her shoulder as she raced after a group of butterflies. I opened my eyes and looked up from my bed in the golden field. The sky was a beautiful burnt orange. Not a cloud in the sky shrouded the many suns of Lesengard. I couldn't help the smile that stretched my lips. I closed my eyes, relishing the heat. I felt someone shake my shoulder roughly.
"Wake up," Sarah sighed. I frowned.
"Wake up." I felt a ripping pain in my arm. My eyes shot open and breath hissed through my tired lungs. Dull white filled my vision. I looked down. The nurse had yanked the last needle from my skin. A trail of blood seeped out, making the nurse sneer at me once more.
I looked past the woman. Behind her stood two men in well-tailored black suits. Both looked incredibly intimidating. Very tall and chests wide with lean muscle, I deduced both men were probably enlisted the military. Their backs were ramrod straight, hands laced behind backs. My brow furrowed and my heartbeat stuttered.
Are they here for me?
"Leave us." One of the men grunted. His voice held an accent I wasn't familiar with.
The nurse's head snapped around to look at the intruders.
"Now." The second ordered.
The nurse bobbed her head, her limp auburn hair swirled around her shoulders. It took mere moments for her to arrange her tools and depart the room. I swallowed the knot that'd begun to form in my throat.
The door clicked shut. The men's faces were shrouded by shadows.
I turned my head and squinted at one of the burnt out light bulbs on the ceiling above. Only a small flickering light warmed the second bulb's glass, threatening to dissipate. A soft glow encompassed the room. There was an abundance of shadows.
After several minutes of tense silence, the men stepped towards my bed. I turned to look over at the men. One leaned on a glossy cane. Both were in their mid forties, early fifties. They both had Western European features; strong bone structure and jaw lines, as well as wide foreheads. One was brunette, while the other had light blonde hair.
"Hello," the dark haired man with the cane stated.
I tried to respond. My throat was dry with lack of use for the past years. My mouth moved, but no sound could be heard.
"Can you understand us?" The other asked, a from deepening the creases of concern on his forehead.
I nodded in response.
"How long has it been since you've spoken?"
"Six. Years," I mouthed.
The men's faces darkened with anger.
"Then I think it's time we get you out of here. Is that alright?"
I frowned and turned my head to look back at the ceiling. Was this some sort of disturbing hallucination? A trick of the mind?
"I assure you Fräulein, we are here to help you."
"Just have faith," the other added
Finally, after several tense-filled moments, I looked back to the men. The look on their faces was something I had not seen for many ages.
Compassion.
I nodded, unable to erase the feelings of elation from my heart.
Maybe with their help, I could find my way back to Lesengard. Back to the golden fields and burnt orange horizans.
Maybe it was time to go home.
Alright so here is the first chapter I've re-written. I think it flows better with the plotline later. What do you guys think?
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