...It started with Mistake #1
An Avengers (Loki/Captain america/ Bruce banner) fic
Disclaimer: The Campbell household, the Black Forest Witch, and the plot line belong to me, the Avengers belong to Marvel.
To whom that may read;
I was so stupid for believing I could be the hero that day, I wouldn't say I would go back and do nothing, but I wouldn't say I don't want to go back and do it differently. My mind just feels like a high spinning wheel that refuses to slow down and objects are flying off and bouncing back on at the most inconvenient times. Then, to make matters worse, I wake up to an unfamiliar place and faces that are staring at me and it's all because of the black forest witch.
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Cecelia opened her eyes for the first time, all she saw were stars. The sky was lit up with the silver stars that glowed brighter than they ever did in New York, even on the clearest nights. Cecelia leaned on her elbows and raised herself from the harsh ground she laid on. They were so close; she could almost hear space over the waterfall.
Waterfall?
Eyes wide open and her consciousness hit her like a tidal wave as Cecelia looked to her right. There, over the edge of the ground she laid on, was a huge waterfall. The water that raged over a rocky edge, it roared as it fell off the cliff. But it was the place it went the freaked Cecelia out even more. There was nothing but space. Stars and mist from the waterfall.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Cecelia screeched, arms flailed as she rolled away from the edge she had awakened on. The darkness of what she thought was night seemed to disappear as she looked to the surface she was on. It was a platform of some form, but it wasn't the space that freaked her out anymore, it was the glow of the platform, it shown with the colors of the rainbow. It glistened and glowed with beauty that Cecelia had never seen before.
"It…glows…am I crazy? Yes, that's it, I'm insane! I'm on a rainbow platform in space," Cecelia mumbled, her hands pressed against her face.
As the chill of her hands calmed the heat in her face, Cecelia could feel the horrors of the night before settle in like stabs of ice into her chest and her mind. The dark rain, the gang of men, that woman, it all sunk in. Her grin, it bore into her mind like sludge and Cecelia had to rub her forehead to get the idea from her skull.
Had she died?
"Lady Cecelia Campbell?"
Her hands shook lightly as they slid from her cheeks. There was a harsh, stony object that pushed her back straight. Cecelia turned slowly as her eyes took in the golden boots that stood beside her. Her eyes traveled up the boots to the knees then to the golden chest plate. The coffee brown skin that contrasted against the golden eyes, Cecelia couldn't help but feel like he looked right into her soul. Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked from him to the rainbow platform again.
"Please be dead, please be dead…" She whispered to herself.
"You're not dead Lady Cecelia."
Cecelia stopped breathing, she stopped her movements, and she sat there completely struck with horror. He knew her name. Who was she?
"Where am I?" Cecelia whimpered.
"Asgard, the world eternal…you're finally home Lady Cecelia." The word home snapped Cecelia to her feet. Her legs felt numb as she wobbled on her feet. The man stood feet above her; he basically towered over the brunette. Cecelia clenched her fists tight only to hiss and let her hands free. The scratches and bruises were dark purple and light blood fell from her flesh. But, the moment the blood left the scratch, it dried up and the scratch began to close.
Her hand began to heal; the bruises began to grow less and less purple.
"What… do you mean home?" She whispered. Her jean shorts were stained and covered in blood, while her ratty sweater was ripped around her abdomen, was covered in dirt and sludge from the alley. Her stomach was covered in scratches that were slowly healing. Everything felt warm and all the aches and pains inside of her went away.
"This is your real home, where you belong…you've lived a fair human life, but now it's time you join your family, your real family." The man lifted his sword from the ground and motioned his hand forward. Cecelia watched him suspiciously, as he walked forward down the platform. Cecelia kept her feet glued to the rainbow glowing place. Her eyes looked over the edge again, then to the broken edge. It looked like a shattered mirror below her toes.
"Are you going to follow or stare off the edge of the Bifrost? It's a long fall for one so small."
"Coming!" Cecelia jumped from the spot. Her feet raced after the golden warrior.
Family? Real home! Her home was earth, her family was her mother, and she didn't belong here! She was definitely mad, definitely insane. She had to be dead. This was insane! ASGARD! The world eternal? The one from the story books, Odin the all father and all the Norse gods. This was a joke! The Bifrost was a rainbow bridge, not this broken road underneath her.
Only, as her feet crossed off the bridge onto the rocky road that connected to the 'Bifrost', a bell went off. Not just a bell, a large chiming of bells and loud ringing, and horns. The man in golden armor stiffened before he ripped around on his heel. His eyes were dark and narrowed down on her.
"I apologize Lady Cecelia, but that woman that brought you home has caused quite the commotion… I must go!"
Cecelia stood still for a moment before she gritted her teeth and clenched her hands.
"I'm coming with you! I have some questions for her." The man didn't seem to listen; he merely rushed from the spot with his sword. Cecelia rushed after him; her bare feet didn't even feel the rocks beneath her feet. The glow of a golden city came into sight of Cecelia, but she did not have the time to admire it.
A giant black claw came from the shadows of the cliff they had run around and grasped her. It was hot and burned her skin as it smashed at the ground, Cecelia in its grasp.
"WHAT THE!" Her voice was cut off as another hand crashed on top of the other. It felt like two sumo wrestlers had tried to sit on top of her. Her hands scraped at the ground as she dragged herself between one pair of black shadow claws. Her head emerged between the fingers as suddenly all her energy felt drained. It felt like she couldn't move an inch anymore.
"Cecelia Campbell, I did as you wish, I took you home… your debt, I want your power, your immortality, and your power!"
There, between the cliff and the man in golden armor stood the woman from the night before. Her black hair flew in the wind that rushed up the side of the cliff. Cecelia pulled more; her body began to ache again as the hands clenched harder around her shoulders and waist.
"WHAT IMMORTALITY! THIS IS NOT REAL!" Cecelia cried out. The fingers lifted only to dig into her shoulders. The pain, the searing pain that shot through her chest was harsher than any cut she's ever had. It cut right through her; it cut everything in her, all her energy and will power as a scream erupted through her body. It pierced the sound of the waterfall that raged nearby, it killed the sound of the woman's laughter, and her scream shook her body.
"OH! This is real Cecelia! IT'S ABOUT TO BE MORE REAL WHEN I HAVE YOUR POWERS!"
"I will not suffer an evil witch to live!" The man in gold snapped. Cecelia gasped for air as the fingers dug into her body more. The blood, the air, it drained out of her. Nothing worked, Cecelia couldn't move, couldn't function; everything was being drained from her. The tips of her fingers grew icy, her wrists stung, her shoulders screamed with her.
Cecelia flung her hands out in front of her and the cut in her shoulders shot more pain up her spin.
"I HAVE NO POWERS!" Cecelia cried, tears took over her eyes, the pain was unbearable. Her voice quit as her fingers clawed to move.
The man in gold began to cloud over in her tears as she stopped moving.
She should have listened to her mother; she should have never moved to New York, she should have just kept her nose out of other people's business. Black dots took over her vision as she couldn't even blink.
Saving that woman was the first mistake Cecelia made; the second mistake was she believed that she could just face her. She was a witch! She took Cecelia from earth and put her here, if here was really Asgard, and was now taking her life.
Cecelia closed her eyes. This was not exactly how she imagined how she would die, with a shadow hand that dug into her shoulder and a mad woman that sucked the life from her. How pathetic, her death was sad and would not be remembered.
"HEIMDALL, GET HER OUT OF MY REALM! LOKI FREE HER!"
Cecelia could feel the drain stop; the roar of the waterfall drifted away as the sound of someone else's breathing took over. Her left eye peered through her messy hair just enough to see the man who cut through the shadow hands with his own. The energy was gone, but her blood, her breath, everything returned.
Both her eyes opened as the dark haired, green and black clothed man knelt down to look her in the eyes. He eyed her with his black eyebrows cocked, before he ran a hand over her hair. The bleeding, the harsh pain stopped and sleep finally dug itself into her. Her eyes began to flutter and she felt her whole body lull into a sleep.
"Welcome to Asgard…"
Cecelia was gone.
Author's Note: New Cecelia chapter, introduction to Cecelia and the dark magic that the black forest witch can perform. Review/message tell me what you think!