'Ello lovies! Hope everyone's having a great day. Heres the chapter that I think you've been waiting for!

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I awakened to someone shaking me violently. My eyes snapped open. I grabbed the offending arm, methodically snapped the wrist, and tossed the person over my shoulder. I flipped off the surface I'd been laying on, and somersaulted through air.

"Où suis-je?!" I shouted when I landed, stepping into a fighting stance. My eyes darted to the side, locating a fraction of movement in the corner. A painful groan followed.

I looked around, cataloguing the lack of escape routes. I seemed to have been locked within a room constructed of only glass walls. A metal table and chair were the only items in the barren room. I saw multiple cameras in the corners of the ceiling. I stormed up to the person who'd awakened me. I lifted the man up against the wall, one hand on his throat.

"Où suis-je." My voice was filled with venom as I spat the question once more. I watched the man struggled to breath, clawing at my impossibly tight. His long blond, greasy hair was slicked back to his head. He seemed familiar to me. I watched with a sliver of amusement as his her didn't move at all as he struggled viciously.

"I don't know w-what you're saying-" He gasped out. His breath smelt of garlic and onion. I swallowed the disgust that filled me.

I heard a set of heavy footsteps enter the room.

"Let him go." The voice was cool and calculated.

I recognised it, as if from a distant memory. I turned, still holding onto the unappealing man.

Outside of the glass room stood a towering dark-skinned man. Dressed in a leather trench coat and eye patch, the man held a certain authority to him-

"Mr. Fury," I greeted with a delicate smile. My expression was nonchalant and untroubled.

My memory was slowly attempting to break out of a dense fog of my subconscious. What happened?

Steve and I were in the jet with Mr. Stark... There was a storm... Then everything was a blur. A strange, absent, void.

"Let. Him. Go." The words were pronounced so profusely, the man's spittle stuck to the side of the glass pane.

I released the man immediately. He slid down the wall, gasping for air. He scrambled away, clutching the vibrant red handprint on his throat. "You're fucking insane, Lady," he spat, eyes wild. The man's complexion was void of all color as he sprinted for the door. A guard clothed entirely in black let him out, not before glaring threateningly in my direction. I took a step towards the door.

"Don't. Even. Try. It."

My eyes lazily turned back to the Director. "What are you going to do, Mr. Fury? You cannot imprison me." I walked forward. My bare feet were silent on the floor. I stopped when I was only inches away from the man with the eye patch, only the thick glass separating us.

"I can try my goddamned best."

I sighed. "I thought I was supposed to be helping you and your little team?"

"Helping me?" Fury scoffed, stepping away. He started to pace back and forth, heavy boots pounding the ground. "Is that what you were doing when you took down my jet?"

"That was not my fault. I believe I was hit by lightening. Then Capitan Rogers grabbed me."

"So you kill everyone who touches you?"

I though back to Agent Barton. A strange feeling overwhelmed my stomach. It was as if butterflies had been released inside me. I had to fight back the blush threatening to appear on my face. "No. Not everyone."

"You almost murdered Agent Brenner just now," Fury pointed out, his tone coated in ice.

I met his stare easily. "If I wanted him dead, he would be."

The Director sighed."It's time you gave me the answers I need. Can you behave?" I glared as he raised one questioning brow. Finally, I nodded.

Fury took a folder that was passed to him by another agent. Nodding once to the guard at the door, he entered the room with a swirl of his leather coat. He took a seat the metal table, in turn forcing me to stand since there was only one chair. The Director opened the folder with a flick of his wrist. It was empty, except for a small picture of me.

He cleared his throat. "Alright. Let's begin. This interview will be recorded in case of further situations and for training exercises."

I sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of my nose. I waved for him to proceed.

"Where do you come from?"

I dropped my hand and looked at him drily. "Are you really going to try this again? From what I remember, it did not turn out beneficial in your favour."

"Persistence is key," he replied. The corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk.

I raised a brow. "And who told you that?"

"It's a well known saying," he stated, waving a hand. "You do not have it where you're from?"

"I see what you're trying to do here..." My eyes narrowed. "Obviously the person who invented that saying never met me, Mr. Fury."

"Director," he spat through gritted teeth.

"Hmm?"

"You will address me as Director Fury, or not at all. Am I clear?"

"I will remember that for next time, Mr. Fury." I smiled sweetly, ignoring the loathing expressed on his face.

"Where are you from?" The Director repeated. Obviously his patience was wearing extremely thin. His the breaths were forceful.

He has experienced prior training to manage his anger.

"Why haven't you asked Thor and Loki?" I questioned. "By now, I'd gather that Miss Romanoff and the others have told you about what happened in Stuttgart-"

"We watched the CCTV footage and all angles from the security cameras."

I didn't understand the majority of his words so I just nodded. "What have you done with Loki?"

"We've locked Loki away in another section of the Helicarrier. We believed that you were the higher security threat."

I swallowed, tearing my eyes away from his. "That's not necessary-"

He chuckled humorlessly. "Isn't it? How do I know you won't kill every single person here?"

I sighed and ran hasty fingers through the length of my white-blonde hair. "I wouldn't."

Fury watched me for several long beats. "Tell me where you are from, Ella."

"I-" I stopped myself. My throat seized.

"Tell me." When I didn't reply, the Director stood. He slammed his large hands on the surface of the table, palms flat. I noticed the guard outside the door jump. "You're wasting my time. I have a planet to protect, I have a Tesseract to find, and I have a god to deal with that finds it fun to destroy lives. I do not have the time for a teenager in serious need of an attitude adjustment!"

He picked up the folder and marched for the door.

Just let him leave. Just let him leave. Just let him-

"Wait!" I called, taking a step forward. "Please..." Fury turned, looking back at me with his one good eye. "Just sit down."

Tony had hacked into S.H.I.E.L.D's security cameras and had routed the interview so it was playing in one of the conference rooms. He was eating a small package of blueberries. Natasha sat at the table across from Steve, watching the feed off of a tablet. Bruce leaned on the table, arms crossed in front of his purple dress shirt. Thor paced, also having his muscled arms crossed as he listened to the words floating over the intercom. The god of thunder's expression was troubled as his mind clouded with thought.

Everyone was still dressed in their various suits and armor, seemingly out of place when compared to the sleek furniture.

"Will you explain who you are?" Fury's voice was deadly quiet. He carefully walked to the table and sat back in the chair. The young woman was undeniably beautiful. Her pale blonde curls hung loose around her frame, brushing the small of her back. Her light grey eyes followed the man's movements tentatively.

"If that is what you wish, then yes."

"How is she doing it?" Natasha whispered in awe, shaking her head. Her vibrant red curls brushed the tops of her shoulders.

"Doing what?" Steve asked, looking at the woman in confusion.

"Going toe to toe with Fury," she elaborated. "I've never seen anything like this before... She can't be more than twenty years old..."

Thor's laugh boomed through the air, startling the others. "Are you serious, mortal?" He chortled. "I was taught to bow to her when I was but a child. She's been living almost longer than the Earth." The laughter faded as he noticed the shocked faces of the people around him. "You did not know?"

Tony walked forward slowly. The blueberry he'd just placed in his mouth fell and bounced onto the floor. "What did you just say?" Natasha grimaced as the drool-covered blueberry rolled under the table.

Bruce's dark eyes widened. "No...That can't be..." He fell heavily into one of the chairs. "She's... my best friend..."

Steve's brows knitted together. "She never said anything to me-"

Stark rolled his eyes. "She's known you for what, a couple of days? How long have you known her, Bruceykins?"

The doctor looked up from where he was staring at the table. "Uh... a little more than a year now."

"See?" Tony said, pointing at the man as he looked back at Steve. "Do you really think she'd tell you, of all people, that she's some kind of creature from a Lord of the Rings novel?"

Ella's voice interrupted their squabbling."I'm from a different world, Mr. Fury. Are you prepared to hear what I'm about to say?" The woman's lilting voice floated through the speakers, causing a shiver to travel down Bruce's spine.

"How come she never told me?" His voice was depressed with a year of lies.

Thor reached a hand out and clasped the Doctor's shoulder. "She cannot tell. That is the code of the Guardians. They are executed by the High Council if they speak about their legacy."

"What-?" Bruce's brow furrowed.

"I thought you said Guardians cannot be killed..." Steve said, remembering the god's words from the plane.

"Lesengard."

"What?"

"The planet I'm from. It is called Lesengard."

"-Then what the hell is she doing?!" Bruce's eyes widened as he listened to the words coming from his friend's mouth.

"Ah. Is that similar to Asgard?"

The small woman laughed quietly, wiping a tired hand over her delicate features. "Lesengard is to Asgard as your God is to you." Natasha's gaze lifted, meeting the doctor's across the table. Their stares locked. Bruce looked away immediately. A light flush filled his cheeks. "We are more than you can imagine. We are worshipped in the highest esteem... Across every universe."

"Alright then..." Fury nodded, quickly scribbling notes in her file. "Who are you then? In your world?"

The team was silent as they watched the young woman square her shoulders. Thor's breathing hitched as she looked at Fury in despair. The avengers watched the video feed intently.

"I am Giselle, high priestess of the Order of the Guardians." Her cool gaze looked directly into the camera. It was as if she was watching them. She took a deep breath before she continued. "-And daughter of Folkvarðr, the High King of Lesengard."

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