Hello guys,
this is my very first English fanfiction. Please be so kind to write down some reviews so that I know what I can improve. But please remember that English is not my mother tongue. :)
Some parts, thoughts actually, are written in German because of the storyline. But I also wrote down the English translation in brackets but the sentences in brackets do not belong to the actual storyline. I just wanted to be sure that you guys understand what I wrote in German.
And now.. Have fun! :)
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It was the machine's jarring, piercing noise, which let her wake up. Slowly, but steadily. She layed in a kind of hospital bed, but not in a hospital. Covered in bandages all over her head, arms, chest, legs she made low noises, confused noises...
She opened her eyes gradually and her blurred vision became clearer with every second passing. „Ah mein Kopf.. Wo zum Teufel bin ich?"(„ah my head.. Where the heck am I?"), she wispered.
Suddenly, a loud computer-generated voice started talking: „Good morning-" She was speechless, frightened, almost terrified by the voice of which she doesn't knew where it came from. Her brown eyes got filled with fear. „It is the 29th July, 9:43.", the voice continued.
She winced and abruptly tried to lift herself up but as soon as she put her hands on the comfy sheet and shifts her weight on both of her arms, pure pain rushed through her body, causing her to give a shriek of distress. She fell down on the bed again.
„Scheiße..!"(„Shit...!"), she cried agonized, but that scream wasn't loud at all.
She was too weak.
Somehow she managed to pull her upper body up, although it hurt, like a lot. She was out of breath - short, strained, loud breaths are hearable. She looked at herself and she doesn't recognize the worn down body, which was supposed to be hers. Her terrified look changed into a vacant one. She hardly tried to remember what has happened to her, where she was and... who she actually was. Within one moment she took a deep, short breath and widened her eyes open, realizing that she did not know who she was. She raised her hands in front of her eyes and just looked at them. Minutes passed and she did not make any move.
„Ich weiß nicht mal wie ich heiße?" („I don't even know my name?") she whispered to herself with a trembling voice.
At first, one little tear ran down her cheek, then, several followed. She hold her head in her hands, pressing her eyes shut and went crying, despreately. She did not know what to feel. Fear? Exasperation? Rage? Or was her pain just too predominant as she could feel anything but it? She did not know. The only thing that was for sure is that she wanted answers.
Gently, she sank into bed again, her arms laying beside her body. The soft pillow let her feel kind of comfortable. She just stared at the white ceiling. Moments of silence came again. Although she didn't move any muscle, she felt that her body suffered from extensive damage. Even breathing was painful enough. She closed eyes and thought about her current situation.
'Ich habe kein gutes Gefühl hierbei. Irgendetwas sagt mir, dass ich hier falsch bin. Hier gehöre ich nicht hin...'('I don't have good feeling about this. Something tells me, that I'm wrong here. I don't belong here'), she thought.
Slight footsteps. There were slight footsteps along the corridor outside her room. She began to panic, without knowing what exactly she should do, she threw away the blanket, which still was on her legs. She recognized how the footsteps got louder and with every step her breath got faster. She turned counter-clockwise and cried out in pain because she did this jerky movement out of nothing. But she forbid herself to make any other noise, what she needed the least was attention. Until she knew what has happened. She did not even know who else is here. Could be friend or enemy. She chose the safe side as she tried to lift herself up but her gaunt legs were not really able to carry her little body. She looked at the room she was in, searching for a place in which she could hide from whoever was coming. Her eyes scanned the entire room, she looked at every single corner of it, frightened. There were two doors, beside the entrance, but she knew that she was only able to make it to one door. Many thoughts flashed through her head.. She chose the door which was nearer to her because she was not sure how long she was able to stand. Her legs started to quake with fear and exhaustion as she began to make the few footsteps to the door. Finally, her exceedingly weary body reached the door. Her ears detected that the person on the corridor was very close to her room. She leaned herself against the wall next to the door and pushed the door-handle down. With her last energy resources, she managed to enter the room, which came out to be a broom closet, and closed the door silently.
She was in pure darkness. Her eyes moved to the left and right, again and again, panic-stricken. Still, she was able to hear the footsteps, which were muffled, and it seemed like the loudest noise she had ever heard in her life. She fell on the ground, defeated by her body's frailty. Her blood pressure rose, as well as her breath frequency. The footsteps stopped, there was a knocking at the entrance door. She hold her breath, waiting anxiously, and kept her eyes shut.
The entrance door opened with a creaking noise and a surprisingly pleasant voice piped up: „What the- hey doc, our guest is gone!"
She was confused. 'Was ist das nochmal für eine Sprache? Verdammt, die kenne ich doch..'('What language is that again? Darn it, I know that I know it..')
What she didn't know is that it was Tony Stark's voice, calling for Dr. Bruce Banner, who immediately started running to Tony when he heard that someone's missing.
„What happened? Where is she?", Bruce asked with a slight touch of worry, while taking his glasses off rapidly.
„I really don't have any clue", Tony answered „but I'm sure that she didn't come that far", pointing at the room's two doors.
„Okay, let's see. Let us first look in the bathroom. But behave quiet towards her. I think she'll be mentally very fragile.", Bruce whispered towards Tony.
„'Behave quiet'.. says the man who turns into a green 3 meter high thing when he only gets a bit angry..", Tony mumbled to himself while folding his arms in front of his chest.
They made slow, light footsteps and slowly opened the bathroom's door. Bruce turned on the light and they saw... nothing. Her breath became unhealthily fast because she knew that they will find her any minute now. But she had no other place to hide. And her weak body wouldn't allow her to protect herself with any kind of weapon. „Bitte seid nett. Bitte. Ich weiß nicht was ich tun soll.." („Please, be nice. Please. I don't know what to do.."), she pleaed to herself. She did not want to cry but her body did not obey her anymore and tears rolled down her cheeks. She hold her mouth shut with one hand but that minimized the noise she made only slightly.
Tony pointed to the other door, he and Bruce made a quick eye-contact, followed by a simultaneous nodding. Again, they made a careful walk to the door. Bruce stopped in front of it, Tony pushed down the door-handle cautiously. As soon as he had opened the door, creating a slight slot, there was a sobbing escaping the broom closet. He pulled the door open gradually and what they saw distressed them very badly. The girl sat on the cold ground in the dark cubbyhole and cried horribly. For them, it sounded like a cry for mercy because the noise of it was bone-shattering.
Tony and Bruce put on a compassionate face, you could see how they felt inside. Tony also sat down, cross-legged, he wanted to show her that he and Bruce weren't any threat or superior in any way.
„Hey hey hey calm down. Everything is alright.", he said calmy.
The girl continued with her weeping. But soon it faded. She let her hand fall down. And raised her head very carefully.
'Was sagt er denn? Er scheint nett zu sein. Wohl keine Gefahr. Aber was wenn das nur Fassade ist?'('What is he saying? He seems to be nice. Hardly even a threat. But what if it is just a façade?').
Suddenly, Tony's and her look clashed, she took a fast, deep breath, opening her eyes widely, but also a warm, comfy feeling arrived in her.
„You see? We are no threat!", Tony assured with a little smile.
„Do ... you understand us?", Bruce interrupted uncertain.
The girl relaxed a bit, however, she looked confused, leaning her head over to the left. She knew that one guy asked a question, but she did not understand him. But she had the feeling she should, though.
Tony turned towards Bruce: „I don't think she does. Any ideas, super-doc?"
Now Bruce also looked confused but also a bit helpless „I'll take that as a no.", Tony replied.
„She should definitely eat something.", the doctor suggested. Tony nodded.
„Since she can't understand us, we must find an other way to tell her something..." Tony thought about the problem, then suddenly shouting out: „I got it!"
The girl started at the loud sound of Tony's voice, looking as terrified as before.
Tony immediately got what he did and apologized with his hands above his head. „Quick, doc, give me that scratchpad over there. And the pen.", Tony said, while pointing towards it with his hands still overhead. Bruce did as he was told and handed te pad over to Tony.
He started scribbling down some drawings, which were supposed to look like food. He turned the pad to the girl and carefully handed it over to her. She paused for a moment before accepting the pad. She looked at it. Sceptically. Confused. Yet, with an almost unherable laughter, followed by a weak smile. She looked up to Tony and Bruce and silently said: „Tony?" pointing towards Tony, „Bruce?" pointing towards Bruce. Both nodded with a slight smile. Again, she looked at the pad. She took some long, deep breaths before raising her haid, nodding.
Both, Bruce's and Tony's slight smile grew to a real smile as they understood her message. Tony stood up and hold out his hand to her. She faltered but then streched her hand toward Tony's. Their hands met and as soon as Tony tried to lift her up, she gave a shriek of pain, letting go of Tony's hand immidiately.
Tony slaped his hand on his forehead. „Oh no I'm so stupid. Bruce, quick, get me a wheelchair. It is in the room next door. Bruce ran out of the room and came back with the wheelchair.
The girl was holding her arm in pain, keeping her eyes shut.
Tony got on one of his knees and laied a hand on her shoulder, carefully, of course. „I know it hurts right now but it's going to be okay. We have to get you in that wheelchair" , he pointed at it „this is also going to hurt, though. But don't worry. It is not my pleasure to hurt you."
She did not understand what he was talking but the way how he spoke really calmed her down. Tony moved toward the girl, whose face was soaked in fear. Tony let his hands slide under her knees and shoulders and the girl started shaking badly, contracting every muscle in her body, pressing together in pain. She gasped and clinged onto Tony's arm. With the girl on his arms, Tony approached the wheelchair an let the girl sink into it.
Bruce and Tony were appalled as they saw how exhausting that was for the girl. They noticed pure beads of sweat on her forehead and she wouldn't stop shaking. Tony went to the entrance and was followed by Bruce and the girl in the wheelchair. They entered the elevator and got out of it on the 35th floor.
„Welcome in the villa-de-Stark, Miss unknown. We hope you'll like it", Tony explained self-consciously as they entered a huge floor with living room, kitchen and a little home cinema.
„Tony... she doesn't understand you. You remeber?", Bruce said annoyed.
„And? She's my guest. I have to give her some kind of entertainmet.", he replied laughing.
Bruce rolled his eyes, moving the girl to a big table, where breakfast was already served. Tony positioned himself next to the table, in front of the girl, and explained: „What do you want? Cereal, pancakes, rolls, toast, a fry-up..?", while pointing at every single item. The girl understood what he insisted and hiked her shoulders with a pale and sad look on her face. Tony felt very bad for her and put some pancakes on her plate. Then, he self sat down.
She just looked at the plate with the pancakes. 'Sollte ich ihnen trauen? Was, wenn da irgendetwas rein gemischt wurde? Nein. Bruce isst es auch. Was ist das eigentlich? Sieht komsich aus. Naja.. Ich will nicht verhungern. Dann muss ich da wohl durch.' ('Should I trust them? What if there is something poisonous inside them? No. Bruce eats it, too. What the heck is that actually? Looks strange. Oh well, I don't want to die from starvation. I have to go through that.')
Tony looked worried and so did Bruce because she didn't eat anything. Didn't she trust them? Possible. The girl only picked on the pancake with the fork. But then, finally, she gave it a go and to Tony's and Bruce's surprise, she managed to eat two pancakes. After she finished, she looked into their smiling and also proud faces, she smirked embarrassed.
'Waren ja ganz ok, diese Dinger. Aber Moment mal... hier is für vier Leute gedeckt.. wo ist der/die Letzte?' ('These things were ok. But wait a second... the tablet is set for four people.. where is the last one?'), she thought in panic but without letting out too much of her emotions. She tried to set up a pokerface. She still wasn't sure if she could trust these guys.
Bruce stood up and wanted to move the girl to the couch in order to get her some rest but they already made it halfway through, the elevator's doors suddenly opened and a blond man went into the room.
„Oh, look who's already awake." he said nicely, it was Steve Rogers, better known as Captain America.
The girl observed him precisely. And immidiately, but still carefully, shot her hand into the air to show Bruce to stop the wheelchair, she said: „Warte mal!" („Wait a second!"), loudly.
Everyone looked at the girl and everyone thought the same.
Steve swallowed. „Was that... German?", he asked with a gloomy voice.
'German? German... GERMAN! Ich kenne dieses Wort! Deutsch! Klar! Und..' ('German? German... GERMAN! I know this word! German! Of course! And..')
She nodded quickly. Then her eyes suddenly opened up widely, she took a deep breath. Swallowed.
„I remember.", she said relieved. Sinking into her wheelchair.