Author's Note:

So, I decided to keep on writing tonight and just see how far I could go. Obviously, I wrote another chapter. I'll probably start the next one tomorrow since it's almost 3am. This chapter gives a more in depth look into what's been going on with my character compared to the first chapter. I hope you guys like it. I know the story is moving a little slow right now, but after Chapter Three, it'll start to pick up speed. Think of this like the first X-men movie. It was kind of slow in the beginning, but then Wolverine flies through a car window and gets hit with a tree. That's not going to happen in this story, but you get the point. XD

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel. If I did, I'd cast myself as Clint Barton's girlfriend. XD

I only own my OC.

Chapter Two

I can't exactly tell you how long I've been in a Shield interrogation room. I can't even tell you exactly where the room is, but I've seen enough episodes of Agents of Shield to know that I'm definitely in one. How do I know that you may ask? Well, let's start with me waking up in a Shield jail cell. I know it's run by Shield since I had two guards wearing the usual black ops-esque Shield gear while holding guns. I couldn't tell you what kind of guns they are. I'm not into guns, but I'm pretty sure that a small flag with a 'Bang' written on it isn't going to pop out when they pull the trigger.

During my stay in the cell, I had a few issues that I had to get over. I think Shield wanted me to freak out so that I'd tell them whatever they wanted to know. What they didn't know was that, in my head, I was questioning my sanity. The first day after I woke up, I tried asking the guards where I was, is this real, what had I done. The usual questions someone in my situation would ask. After I got no response from them besides threatening glares, I realized that it was real, I was in deep, and I had no idea how this happened. I then started seriously questioning my sanity for a while. Who wouldn't? It took me a day or two (it's hard to tell with no windows) before I just accepted that I was trapped here and that I'd have to wait until someone talked to me.

I know I was there for at least four days before some random Shield agent with a buzz cut (no surprise there) walked down the hall and stopped at my cell. As he roughly dragged me out of my cell, I tried asking him why I was even here and why no one would tell me anything. Yeah, you guessed it, he didn't answer me either. I didn't have a lot of time to ask him anymore questions before I was brought to a bare room that only contained a table with two chairs on either side. He forced me to sit down in the chair closest to the door and left. I was left alone.

I looked around the room and realized it was an interrogation room when I saw the two way mirror to my left. While looking in the mirror, I realized that I looked alright considering my situation. My brown almost black hair was still curly and long; reaching my lower back. My face, albeit a little thinner and slightly paler, was still pretty much the same. Even my eyes were the same brown color they always are, but something about me seemed different. It wasn't the strange black almost jail like uniform they had me in. I don't know. I just can't explain it. While I was staring at my reflection, an agent walked through the door behind me.

He barely even glanced at me before sitting down and asking me the basic questions; what is your name, how old are you, where do you live, where did you go to school, are you an alien? Yes, you heard me. He asked me if I was an alien. You could've knocked me over with one of those little hand fans they sell at amusement parks. I wasn't stupid enough to answer any of his questions. So, by the time he got to the 'are you an alien' question, his patience was already wearing thin. You'd think someone that does any sort of interrogating could handle interrogating a moody nineteen year old.

I gave him my 'you have got to be kidding me' look that every teenager masters and told him in no uncertain terms to piss off. I could tell that it really pissed him off considering he just glared at me, got up from his seat, and left the room. I'm not even going to bother describing his appearance since I couldn't care less. I also couldn't care less about the two other agents that tried to interrogate me. The next one had acted a lot like the guy before except he had a bit of an attitude. After a shouting match, he stormed out a lot like the first guy. It wasn't until I saw the third interrogator that I took pity on him and told him that I am not from here, but possibly from a different dimension where none of this is real. He looked at me like I was a crazy person and also stormed out of the room. I wonder if I beat a record?

It was soon after the last guy stormed out that someone I recognized very well walked in. She was dressed in her usual Shield attire that she wore on the hellicarrier in the Avengers movie. The classic navy blue uniform with black boots and a weapons holster at her side. Her shoulder length brown hair was up in its usual pristine bun and she was wearing a 'you better not be a waste of my time' look on her face. Finally. If there was anyone in Shield that would believe that someone isn't truly from here, it'd be Maria Hill. I was so wrapped up in the fact that she was going to interrogate me, that I didn't even realize she had already sat down and was talking to me.

"Are you even paying attention?" I jumped in my seat and tried to pay more attention. I have ADD, so there's no guarantee I will.

"Sorry. What were you saying?" Based on her face, she was beyond pissed that I wasn't paying attention. She's not the first person...or the last.

"I was saying that you've been in here for days asking why you're here yet you haven't asked any of the interrogators. You also haven't given any information as to who you are. The only thing you've done for the past two hours is piss off all three of them and told the last one that you may be from a different dimension."

"I'm not hearing a question." I'm a smartass. What can I say? Although the glare I got may not have been worth it.

"Do you fully understand the situation you're in right now?"

"How could I when no one will even tell me why I'm here. I asked the guards the first day why I'm here and I also asked Captain buzzcut why and do you know what they said? Absolutely nothing. So forgive me for not asking my interrogators why they have me hear when I know that they'll either ignore me like everyone else or just try and skirt around my question. Why waste my time."

Hill just stared at me for a few seconds after my rant before responding.

"Fine. You want to know why you're here? We had reacquired a dangerous device that nearly destroyed New York City for only a few hours before it started acting up. The item started glowing brighter than before and a beam shot out of it. Once the beam stopped, Shield agents saw a body lying where the beam used to be. Your body to be exact. Mind explaining how you just so happened to appear from a beam of light?"

"I...wait...what!?" How in the hell is that even possible? That never happened in the movies.

"Are you trying to tell me that I came out of the tesseract just like Loki did?" Even with all her Shield training, I knew Agent Hill was shocked that I not only knew what the tesseract was, but also who Loki is and how he arrived on Earth.

"And how exactly do you even know about Loki or the tesseract?" I'm pretty sure I need to be careful how I phrase what I'm going to say next.

"If I tell you I saw it in a movie, would you believe me?" I asked with a sheepish look on my face. Based on her face, obviously not.

"Are you joking right now?"

"Of course I'm not! I wasn't kidding when I told that last guy that I may be from a different dimension. I wasn't sure if that had happened, but after you told me that I came out of the tesseract, I can't see how anything else would explain how I got here. This didn't even happen in the movie. I wonder if there's some way for me to use the tesseract to get home. Although, I'd have to see the actual diagnostics for the tesseract and then figure out how to use it in order to get home. Maybe if I could talk to Dr. Selvig he coul..."

"Let me stop you right there. You can't have access to the tesseract because we don't have it anym.."

"Wait, what?! I thought you said I came out of the tesseract? How long has it been since then?" She gave me a sympathetic look before dropping another bomb.

"Two months and five days." What the...

"You mean to tell me that I got transported by the tesseract to this world and have been unconscious for two months! Why in the hell didn't the first guy tell me that instead of asking if I was an alien!? Well, now that question makes sense. Am I an alien? Does coming from a different dimension make someone an alien because I don't think this has ever happened before in this world. Thor technically doesn't count considering he.."

"Look, you can question all of that later in your cell. What I need to know is who you are and how you got here. Mind answering those questions?"

"Why not. You're probably the most likely person to believe me right now." I sighed and stared directly into Hill's eyes as I started explaining.

"My name is Rikki Corvine and..."

So, I told her my story. From how my mother disappeared, how I thought I'd found her being pursued by two SUV's, the car accident (that so wasn't an accident), the strange MIB's, and the blue light that I then realized was somehow the tesseract. She had the same look on her face from start to finish.

"So, Agent Hill. Before I continue with the rest of my story, are you going to be like the three other agents that tried to interrogate me or are you actually going to believe the rest of what I have to say?"

"She may not believe you, but I do."

I didn't even hear the door open, but it must have considering Nick Fury was standing in front of the closed door in his full 'Director' mode. His black trench coat billowed behind him as he walked past me and stood behind Agent Hill.

"Mind explaining to me this whole 'movie' you were talking about earlier?"

I didn't even hesitate in telling him about all of the movies leading up to the Avengers. I purposely told him stuff from the movies that only the people involved would know. Like how Yensel met Tony Stark in Switzerland the first time, Bruce swallowed a USB device to hide it from General Ross, Coulson threatened to taze Tony and watch Super Nanny as he drooled into the carpet, Jane Foster hit Thor with her car twice while Darcy tazed him because he freaked her out, what Dr. Erksine told Steve the night before his procedure, etc. I'm sure Fury didn't believe me at first, but by the time I started explaining the beginning of the Avengers movie, I think I almost made him a believer. I've never been so happy to be borderline obsessed with Marvel to the point where I watched all the movies so many times that I practically memorized them.

Fury didn't say anything to me after I finished for a few seconds. He just kind of stared me down. I think he might've been trying to see if I was lying. I'm a pretty good liar, but I'm not that good.

"Hill, take her back to her cell." What the hell?

I started to protest, but both Hill and Fury were hearing none of it. I was quickly brought back to my cell and I was left alone once again. I don't know if I made a mistake telling them everything I knew (well, at least everything I knew leading up to the Avengers movie), but there is nothing I can do about it now. I sat in my old cell for what seemed like hours before I noticed that the two guards that were guarding the hallway had disappeared. I know that's not a good sign. I've seen enough movies in my life to know that much. I was about to start looking for anything to defend myself with when the door leading out of the hallway opened. The last person I ever thought to see started walking down the hall and stopped right in front of my cell.

"Good morning Miss Corvine. I think we need to talk."

End of Chapter Two

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