See Chapter One for Disclaimer


There was a 3 month time gap between the last time I had glitched and the next time I would glitch, and something very important had occurred during that month. Well, two things, to be exact. If you want to be really specific, 3 things had occurred.

The first was that I graduated high school (a year early, which means I'm smart or something.) The second was that I had a birthday, and turned 17. So obviously, as a (nearly) adult with a diploma, I was very much over my Avengers obsession…as well as my clumsiness.

Neither was true.

The last time I glitched was not my fondest memory; despite getting to see Loki all up close and personal. I tried to block it from my memory, though Rhino forced me to include it in my "Glitch Log." Seeing as the Glitching episodes occurred so randomly, and with such large time breaks in between, Rhino insisted we keep everything written down, so I wouldn't forget.

Maybe I wanted to forget, though - just a little.

Nonetheless, it was added to the journal, and then I set it aside and continued on with my life; focusing on graduating, and turning 17, and my after high school plans, of which my mother was thrilled about, my father? Not so much.

It was during an argument with my parents that I actually glitched next. Which would bring me to my third thing, though I think I'll keep that to myself for the moment. The argument was pretty normal, my father didn't agree with my life decisions, but the glitch was...weird. It was weird, because I didn't trip, or fall, or panic. I just simply felt an overwhelming urge to be anywhere but there….and then I was.

Specifically, I was in what looked to be a medic bay, with four agents currently with guns pointed at my face. I froze, hands raised, then a weary voice spoke up,

"At ease boys. She's a friend."

I perked up, and the agents slowly lowered their weapons, making a path for me that led straight to a white cot, with a body currently loaded on it. A bandaged, weak looking, but very alive Coulson.


He sent me a small smile, and I bounded over.

"Long time no see," he joked, and I smirked.

"It's actually been a while for me. But you're alive, which is weird."

Coulson furrowed his brow. "Yes. I distinctly remember trying to save the day when a very obnoxious teenager told me to watch out, seconds before I was stabbed."

My eyes widened, and I winced, almost certain he was talking about me. He continued. "Of course, if said teenager hadn't done so, I would've died. The Doctor said the wound missed my heart by less than a millimeter, and instead of death, I'm looking at being up and about in just a few days. Said I was very lucky." Coulson focused his eyes on me. "I told him luck had nothing to do with it."

"Who's the hero now?" I joked.

Coulson looked at me seriously. "You are." Then he sighed. "But it's not over yet." He looked over to the TV screen that everyone watched urgently, where Loki's battle on Manhattan had begun.

He sighed. "I should be out there. And if I hadn't been an idiot I would be."

"You're not an idiot, Coulson. You're just…"

"An idiot?" he concluded for me, and I laughed.

"Alright, it was a pretty stupid move." I admitted.

He smiled, then winced. "It's painful?" I asked stupidly. Obviously, it was!

He shrugged. "It's not pleasant." Coulson smiled slyly at me. "You mind explaining more in depth how this whole glitch thing works? Distract me from my pain?"

"You're fishing." I accused. "But you're also in pain, so why not?" I pulled a chair closer to his bed. "What do you want to know?"

"When did it start?"

I sighed. "I was 14, arguing with a friend of mine about the whole Loki-villian thing. He was against it, I was for it. Then all of a sudden I glitched, ended up in Pegasus, made myself look like an idiot, piqued Loki's interest, then glitched out."

Coulson tilted his head. "How old are you now?"

"I just turned 17."

Coulson looked surprised. "That's quite the time lapse between glitches. How many times have you glitched so far?"

"5?" I counted in my head. "This is number six, I believe."

"So time passes for you when you're not here, but when you are here, no time passes for you? That's very odd."

"You're telling me!" I grimaced.

"Will you do this for the rest of your life, do you think?" He asked.

"I assume," I paused, using all the scientific knowledge I had to come up with my conclusion, "that once the movie ends, I'll stop glitching." Coulson nodded, thinking over everything I'd told him. It was two minutes before he asked another question.

"So you're not glitching on purpose?" He finally asked. I shook my head. "Do you think you could?" He prodded. I hesitated.

"I think I might be able to. I did this time. I was arguing with my parents, and I just wanted to be somewhere else…and then I was here."

Coulson tilted his head. "Do you have any symptoms when you glitch?"

"In the beginning I did; nausua, dizziness, I couldn't breathe for a moment, but each time I glitch, it gets a little easier. This time it was just kind of a…whoosh."

Coulson smirked. "Oh no, you're evolving." I stuck my tongue out at him, and he laughed, then winced again.

"I'm sorry, I'm supposed to be helping not making you worse!"

Coulson waved a hand. "It's fine, you're actually helping a lot. Have you ever glitched from one place to another but in the same "world?" he asked.

"No." Then I hesitated. "But I've never tried."

"Do it then." He gestured lightly, and I sighed, heavily, but stood. "Fine, but where am I going?" Coulson's gaze darted to the TV, and I grinned. My first intentional Glitch and I'm heading to the middle of a warzone? Eh, sounded about right.

"Alright, I'll try."

I closed my eyes, thought so hard I strained a brain muscle, and….nothing. I opened my eyes. "Didn't work." I complained, and Coulson rolled his eyes.

"Try again," he encouraged.

I huffed, but closed my eyes. "Think about when you were arguing with your parents and wanted to escape, about how you felt in that moment." Coulson spoke softly. "Focus on that feeling for a minute, let only that emotion fill you up. Then visualize where you want to go, and paint that image in your mind. Color in that image with that feeling of escape, and let it all go."

I did as Coulson directed, splitting my attention, and as all of me focused on that image, on those emotions, Coulson's voice faded to the background, and then for a moment all that I heard was wind. The wind was quickly drowned out by the sound of explosions, and screaming, and the pounding of feet on pavement. I opened my eyes.


I'd done it. I'd purposefully glitched!

I eyed the view in front of me, first in awe, then dismay. This was so…not cool at all. In the film, it's awesome. But it's only awesome because I'm watching safely from a comfy chair in an air conditioned theater, or at home. This…standing in the midst of a battle…it's terrifying. And I very much did NOT like it.

Luckily, somewhat quickly, a panicked citizen ran into me and pushed me down…and I glitched.

So. Accidental glitching wasn't out of the question, but I could glitch at will if I so chose. Odd.

To steal the words and wisdom of Coulson…I was evolving. I was changing.

I'm not one for change. And if I can avoid it, hide from it, ignore it, I will.

So when I got back, even though Rhino had demanded to know everything…that, I kept to myself. I pretended it didn't happen so well, that I pretty much forgot about it. But then the next accidental glitch happened, and there was no escaping the fruitfulness of such an ability.

If I'd known where I'd be the next glitch, I for sure would've practiced. Unfortunately, I didn't, so I found myself woefully unprepared for what happened next.


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~CLC~