Mischief, Rum and Comic Book Wishes

Summary: It was like I'd gotten some sort of magic, wish-granting spell cast on me! Everything went my way today. Now, if only I could appear in the Marvel-verse like one of those cliché fan-fictions. That would be awesome...

AN: This is a very silly fanfiction meant to be, well, very silly and very fluffy and overall, not to be taken too seriously. I don't write silly or fluffy very often, so we'll see how long it lasts that way. This is going to be a redone version of the original, since I missed a lot of the story will be changed with the new movies. Not a lot, but it will be fun.

Chapter One

We're Not In Kansas Anymore

I groaned as I woke up, my head pounding, my whole body sore and aching like I'd just run a marathon. Immediately I twisted to my side, intent on grabbing the over-starched hotel blanket and throwing it over my head for maybe another hour of sleep before even trying to get up and dealing with the hangover from hell. Except the blanket I grabbed was not over-starched, or thick, or even remotely close to what I'd slept in the night before. It was a thin, somewhat soft bed sheet. My mind started racing through the events of the previous night. I knew I'd gotten thoroughly smashed, flirting with plenty of fellow nerds in order to get an extra helping of liquor (or two), as well as plenty of what I could only assume were regulars, but... I distinctly remembered going back to my own room. I took off all my costume armor, I remember!

Clenching my eyes tight as I heard someone moving around in the room, I really had to wonder if maybe I had gone home with someone that night? Maybe after going to my room and changing I'd met up with someone? Normally, I was not that stupid, but with all the attractive people who had been there, all in their wonderful costumes, I really wouldn't put it past myself for a little 'role-playing'. Just had to remember which one it was. Maybe the cute ambiguously gendered Loki cosplayer? No, that ambiguous-Loki had wandered off with an ambiguous Hawkeye. Maybe the slightly too skinny Captain America cosplayer? No, he'd gotten drunk very quick and had to be taken out by some friends. Chubby Black Widow? No, she'd hooked up with one of the chubby Iron Man cosplayers…

As I racked my brain through all the people I'd talked to and flirted with the night before, trying to figure out which one I might have gone home with, I realized fairly quickly that I had no idea who it could be. An incessant beeping noise to my right made it much harder to concentrate. Eventually deciding that I might as well grin and bear it, I opened my eyes, finding myself face-to-face with a wall. A metal wall, even. Which was, needless to say, more than a little bit odd. I don't think any of the hotels in the area had metal walls…

'Where the hell am I?' I wondered, 'And how much did I have to drink last night?'

I turned and sat up in the bed, blinking at the bright light of the room. Squinting through it for a moment before reaching up and pressing the balls of my hands into my eyes. I heard the footsteps again, coming towards me. I jumped a little bit when I felt a hand grab my wrist lightly, and looked up. It was a woman, dressed in scrubs. A doctor or a nurse, maybe. It was hard to tell most of the time. I frowned, the memory of falling over and hitting my head while trying to get dressed coming back to me in a rush. A painful rush. I reached up to press a hand against my pounding head again. Had one of my friends come in, found me like that and decided to take me to the hospital? It wouldn't surprise me; they all knew I was a klutz half the time.

I watched the woman write something down on the sheet of paper she had attached to the clipboard, smile at me tightly, and walk right out of the room. No words had been exchanged and I got the feeling that something was wrong. The last time I had been in the Hospital, people had been very friendly. Well, friendlier than this, at least. I had one nurse who'd been short before, but she hadn't been silent. Looking down at myself, I wondered how long I'd been here. No one had changed me into a hospital gown or anything, though someone had 'emptied' the contents of my bra. Which, realistically, could have just been the fall to the floor. Either one could have done it, really. I couldn't decide whether to feel embarrassed or not, so I ignored the feeling all together.

I blinked at the bright light for a few more minutes and I was beginning to think I was officially hungover. Which sucked. Normally, I'm pretty good about not getting hungover; making sure to stay hydrated enough and eating carbs. With how bright everything still seemed, I couldn't help but wonder. It was a little annoying; maybe someone could give me some aspirin or something. Glancing around, I decided to look for my phone to find out what time it was. There was an interview panel with Joss Whedon at noon and I didn't want to miss it. Might have to sneak in the doors without getting into my day two costume and then go back and change afterwards. A bit of a bummer because I always preferred to spend most of the day in costume, but if it was too close to noon, I didn't want to risk it. Standing up, I wobbled slightly as the world spun around me, the edges of my vision going black and fuzzy. I sighed before plopping back down on the hospital bed, looking around dejected. I hated the standing vertigo I'd get sometimes. No sign of my phone. Maybe one of my friends had it?

I sat there for a few more minutes, breathing deeply to try to get my head on straight before standing again. No vertigo this time. Improvement! Giving myself a small nod, I took a tentative step forward, eyes focused intently on my feet. One foot in front of the other. Oh God, I felt like a child.

I heard the whoosh of the door opening and looked up to the source. In front of me was a very accurate cosplayer of Nick Fury, glaring at me in a very convincing manner, with a worried looking blonde behind him. Maybe a Steve Rogers cosplayer? He looked a lot like Chris Evans, but he may have made his own 'casual wear' costume. A lot of the people who looked fairly close to the characters could get away with it. This guy, definitely could.

"Miss Samuels." The Nick Fury cosplayer started, holding up a clipboard with a frown. I nodded, staring at him, mouth hanging open slightly. His voice was even pretty close! I knew I was staring now, but I really didn't care. Nodding dumbly, I waited to figure out what the hell was going on. "Age twenty six, born April Seventh?"

"Yeesss?" I said, nodding along and wondering what this whole thing was about.

"Care to tell me how you got onto my Helicarrier?" He asked me. Then the staring contest started, I gave this guy the most incredulous and 'what the hell are you talking about' look I could muster as he waited for my response. It was kind of odd to have a staring contest with a guy with an eye patch on, though. Then it hit me. Sarah had been hinting that she'd had a big surprise for me, this must be it. Some sort of LARPing. Oh, this could be interesting. I just had to figure out my 'role', and I wasn't exactly good at improve. So I just shrug and decided to go with snark. Snark is good.
"Why don't you tell me why no one has given me a shirt to wear?" I retort back, motioning to my chest. I was only wearing my bra, after all. The guy behind 'Fury' looks around, as if trying to find me a shirt for a moment, as if he'd just realized that -oh my gosh!- I wasn't wearing a shirt. 'Fury' takes a break from glaring at me to send 'Steve' a look that I can only translate to 'what are you doing'? 'Steve' stopped looking around, stood there for a moment, then took off his freaking shirt and handed it to me. Blinking, I went back and forth between him and his shirt a couple times before grinning and tugging it over my head. "Jesus Christ, the shirt even smells 'American'. I'm keeping this. No take backs," I say.

I chuckle at my own joke and they're looking at me like I'm crazy. I've gotten that look too many times not to know what it was. Oh well.

"You didn't answer my question Miss Samuels." 'Fury' ground out, glaring at me again, "How did you get onto my Helicarrier?"
I pause before giving my typical 'I have no real idea' response. "Magic powers?"

It's the best I got, really. Because I don't know what other answer I could give at this point. So I'm not going to worry about it too much. Looking around again, I really wish I could find some of my things. Any of them. I really hate not having my stuff, it really makes me uncomfortable. I'm not one of the people who has to check their phone every five minutes, but when I don't have it, I at least like to know where it is. He was still giving me that look and I sighed.

"Look, this is awesome and all, but where's my stuff?" I asked the guys. They were doing a really good job at acting through all of this, but improv was not really my thing and my head was pounding. No response for a moment and I lowered my voice, "I won't tell Sarah you broke character, it's okay."

Sarah was a bit of an acting nut. I wouldn't put it past her to tell these guys that they wouldn't get paid, or that they'd get fined if they broke character.

"Excuse me?" 'Fury' snapped. Sigh. Guess no luck with that, then. The woman (nurse/doctor?) from before came in with a clipboard, handed it to 'Fury' and left without a word. Crossing my arms over my chest, I waited for something to work with. I was starting to get a little annoyed. When was this going to get to the good part? Where I help heroically save the day, pretend I actually do have super-powers, and get a kiss from one of the Avengers? I'm sure she set it up like this to make it seem more 'canon'. She was obsessed with people staying 'in-character'.

"Your blood work just came back in. Anything you want to tell me before I find out for myself?"

Ooooh. Maybe I get to be a mutant in this one. Good call, Sarah, I was a huge X-Men fan. Always have been. I like where this is going. I'll play it down. Like I'm finding it out for the first time. That will be fun. Shrugging, I look towards the blank wall with the most passive expression I can muster.

"High blood alcohol content? Slight Anemia since I don't eat a lot of meat?" I look over at

'Steve', who is looking as serious as someone can without a shirt, and I decide 'why not? He's cute.' I'm going for it. Maybe after this little 'surprise' Sarah set up I can see if he has a girlfriend.

"Which that part can be fixed pretty easily if I can get some of that beefcake."

It was cheesy, yes. It was terrible, yes. But I don't give a damn, waggling my eyebrows at him and grinning like a madwoman. He looked a little shocked, and 'Fury' gave him a look that had him leave the room. I pout as the man left and he opened the folder. "Why'd you send him off? I was enjoying the view!"

He gives me that same look before reviewing my 'file'. He makes a bored sounding 'hm' noise. This is it. This is when he tells me I'm some sort of mutant with awesome powers and I get to go off and help the Avengers fight crime or something like that. Something awesome. He's taking a long time to read it. His eye going back to the top and scanning it again. Oh, did he forget his line? Maybe it's hard to see with the eye patch. He's probably not used to it. Come on; just tell me what my awesome mutant power is already. Make shit up. I'll go with it.

"Seems you're just an average human." He says, and I frown. Maybe I'm supposed to be a super-spy or something? This is really stretching it now. I have no idea what Sarah's getting at with this anymore. What sort of 'role-play' is this? My patience is wearing a little thin and I really don't know to go with this anymore. Damn Sarah and her obsession with theatre. I don't even know my character! "Still doesn't explain how you got here. So talk."

"Look, Sarah didn't tell me my character for this, I'm hungover as hell and I really want to make it in time for the Joss Whedon interview in my American Dream costume, can you just give me my line?" I beg, trying to get this thing rolling. No one has given me an aspirin yet and I can still hear that damnable beeping noise from somewhere in the room. He still has that furious look on his face. (Nick Fury, looking furious. Fitting.)

"Your line, Miss Samuels, is telling me whether you're working for Loki." He all but snarled at me, reminding me very intensely of a lion in that moment, making me jump back slightly in surprise. Really good actor, this guy is playing his character very well. If I didn't know better, I would actually believe this guy is Nick Fury. But now I'm finally getting the point of this. So Sarah is having me be a spy for Loki. Okay, okay. She probably had been expecting to find me still in my costume from yesterday and had just gone along with it. I can play this part. I think. Trying again to fix my best innocent look on my face, I go with it.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, sir." Luckily for me, the 'innocent girl' is really the only acting that I can do halfway decently, "I don't even know where I am or how I got here!"
It was true, for the most part. I had an idea, probably carried by some of the actors. Still, this was turning out to be pretty awesome so far. Just had to go with it.

'Steve' comes back in wearing a new shirt and whispers something to 'Fury' that I can't quite catch. He nods, and looks at me with what I'm assuming is meant to be a calculating look. Yea, it must be really hard to do facial expressions with that eye patch. I sure as hell couldn't do it. Then again, not an actor. There is a moment where he's staring at me while I wait before he walks over and grabs my arm tightly.

"Very well, Miss Samuels. Come with me." He says, and I'm half-dragged, half-walked out of the room, where the door opens with a whoosh and we're in a hall way. 'Steve' is behind us, and when 'Fury' lets go of my arm after I don't struggle any, he stays behind me as if in case I try to bolt. Great, I'm being flanked. It's not long before I'm escorted through this hallway (which looked equally real, I will have to ask Sarah how she put this together, because this is amazing), through two sets of doors that 'Fury' has to key in some code for, and into a room.

I cannot stop the smile that spreads across my face when I realize what room it is, and I have to stamp it down. Can't break character or something like that, but I can feel the twitch in my cheek as I suppress the urge to smile. It's Loki's cell from the movie. Again, it's looking amazing, and 'Fury' grabs my arm again as 'Steve' stands by the door and I'm marched in front of the glass dome. Someone who does a very convincing God of Mischief is standing inside of it, watching us.

"Well, well, what have we here?" 'Loki' practically purrs and this man's rendition is amazing, sending a shiver through my spine.

"That's Morrigan's line, and Flemeth's." I whisper, mostly to myself. That is a fairly good indicator that this is the scene I was meant to get to. She knows I love that game. The men send me a look, but otherwise ignore me.

"Your trick is not going to work, Loki." 'Fury' snarls, shoving me forward slightly and I stumble forward, using the glass to catch myself. 'Loki' looks at me with a raised brow. Damn, this guy is pretty attractive as well. I stay against the glass and look over to the man speaking. "So here's your little spy to keep you company."

That's all he says before he storms off, leaving the room, 'Steve' following suit and the door sliding closed behind him. I look up at 'Loki' and I have to wonder what's going on now. This part seems a little out of character. If Fury really did think I was a spy, why would he leave me alone with Loki? Especially on this side of the glass. I frown slightly as the man behind the glass looks down at me.

"My little spy?" He asks me, and I have to say, I LOVE this man's accent. "If you're mine, why don't you let me out of here?"

Alright, good, it looks like they're supplying me with directions now. In character at least. I smile up at him sweetly. I am liking this. I'm guessing I let him out, we 'escape' and then... I help him take over the world or something? I'm surprised Sarah didn't cast me as a hero, but oh well. I'll take it. Doubt there will be much romantic plot though in this. With how elaborate the 'stage' looks so far, she probably went for only the basics. Well, unless the actor actually finds me attractive and wants to make out or something. Not exactly the greatest chance, but a girl can dream.

"Of course, my lord." I say, giving him a small bow and he gives me an extremely pleased smile as I walk over to the control panel.

And realize they probably made it too accurate. I'm good with computers, but this thing is foreign to me. I tap on the screen, hitting one of the buttons and hope it's the right one. Instead of the 'door' opening (or 'Loki' pushing aside the door, or anything close to that), the 'airlock' underneath the cage opens. The seamless way that the airlock opens and the vacuum of air beneath it is another thing that I have to admit is awesome. Amazing. I have no idea how she managed to set all of this up. She has rich parents, sure, but this is stretching it. I wonder if she started dating some guy who was into making 'set's or actually working on the Avengers movie or something because this was unbelievably realistic.

I have to know how they're doing the vacuum though. I can feel it from where I'm standing, the rush of air pulling downwards making it a bit difficult to breath. It will break the illusion, but I don't think I care. I walk over to the glass cage, one hand firmly grasping the railing and look down.
And down. And oh my god, there are not vacuums down there pulling the air down. Oh god, it's getting hard to breath. There is nothing but clouds and a very distant sky below us. The sucked down air is pulling the breath from my lungs and the clean smell of air makes me panic.

This is definitely not something that could have been put together by Sarah. This is... I pull out a few coins from the pocket of my yoga pants. Left there, very likely, from when I got a midnight snack in these the night before. Tentatively, I drop a penny. It soars down and disappears out of sight. No clink, no clank. No indication that it did not just fall right into the sky. I drop another coin. The same thing. I can feel myself shaking now, my breathing getting rapid as I simply drop the rest of my coins. They fall through the cracks in the walkway and down into the sky.

I am actually in the clouds, somewhere above Earth, with what I'd been assuming were actors, and I have no idea what is going on. I'm gripping the railing with white knuckles as I walk back to the control panel, suddenly terrified I'm going to fall careening down at any second. I press the same 'button' I pressed before, the airlock closing up tightly as I back up and against the wall, slumping down.

As I plop my ass right down on the edge of the walkway, my chest hurts. My heart is pounding against my ribs a million miles a second and it is still really hard to breathe. I'm gasping for air as my mind clouds up. Oh shit, what the hell is this? What the hell is going on? Sarah couldn't have done this.

I recognize what's going on quickly, my whole body seizing up with panic. I'm shaking against the wall so hard that it hurts. I close my eyes and bring my knees to my chest, hugging my legs and hiding my head the best that I can. I have no idea what's going on. I have no idea where I am and I think I'm going crazy.

I can hear myself muttering "Oh God, Oh shit, Oh God..." Over and over again.
Breathe, Amelia, Breathe.
Air in. Oh God, someone else has come into the room.
Air out. I feel a hand on my arm and I clamp tighter into myself.
Air in. Someone's talking to me.
Air out. Okay, pull your head up.
Air in. It's 'Steve'. He's saying something to me, extending his hand.
Air out. I take his hand, watching as mine is still shaking terribly.
Air in. He takes me out of the room and as I continue to try to get my breathing regulated, he takes me back to the room I was in before, helping me sit down on the bed. My stuff is there now. My ID that had been in my bra, some cash, my cell phone, camera and, my little Captain America plushie. I don't know what happened to my Loki plushie. I don't even care that I feel like a child as I grab it and clutch it to my chest. I continue to breathe in and out as the panic subsides. Finally, I look up at 'Steve', brushing the back of my hand against my now wet cheeks and decide to ask.

"What is going on?" I ask him, my voice cracking. Yea. So much for having another great day.

AN: First chapter down. Hope you guys like it. It's not telling me when I get reviews, so I will try to check them and reply to people as neccesary. Reviews are very much loved, and they keep me going. :3