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"You know, Giselle, if you help us locate the Tesseract, maybe Thor can help you in the direction of your home." He closed the folder as he spoke- which was filled with numerous notes from our interview over several tedious hours.

I shook my head and ran a hand through my icy blonde locks. "Please, don't call me that," I begged, lip curling in disdain. "My name is Ella."

"I'll remember that for next time," Fury smirked as he used my words against me. I couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Why don't you return to your planet?"

"My craft crash landed," I drawled, smiling knowingly. "You know the story."

"Yes, I do," the Director murmured, watching me with his good eye. "You made quite an impression. It took quite a bit of work to clean everything up."

I shrugged. "Sorry."

He dismissed the apology with a wave of his hand. "You were lucky it was in the middle of the desert. Things could have been less... clean."

I chuckled humorlessly. "It wasn't on purpose, by any means. If you want someone to blame, it should be Odin of Asgard."

Fury cocked his head to the side, regarding me with a look of intrigue. "And why would that be?"

I rolled my eyes. "The Asgardian's were using an ancient power bestowed upon them by the Guardians and created something entirely different- that barbaric mode of transportation he calls the Bifröst. As the leader of the Guardians, I ordered that he destroy it after we realized it was tearing holes in the fabric of time and space between the realms..." A aggravated breath exited my lungs in a loud huff. "I suppose he did not follow our orders because I was pulled through it, fell through one of the scars, and crashed her on Midgard."

Fury nodded. "You must've been important to your people."

A sad smile tugged the corners of my mouth. "I've been here on Midgard for more than sixty-five years." I paused, turning my back on the director. I padded across the cool floor until I reached one of the glass walls of the small prison. I reached up and touched the surface, pressing my palms against the glass. I watched my pale fingers as they spread wide across the wall. "For six of those years, I was imprisoned my your military. I was tortured. Experimented on-" I cut off my whispers as I laid my flushed cheek against the cool glass. My eyes fluttered closed. Long eyelashes brushed the top of my cheekbones. My throat was thick with emotion. I tried to swallow before continuing. "-And then the two men I trusted with all my heart... turned out to be monsters, just looking for another way to make a Serum from my blood." Tears rolled down my cheeks. I brushed them away with the tips of my fingers. I pulled away from the wall and looked down at the salty tears on the pads of my fingers in confusion. "It has been a long time since I've bothered myself with tears..." I laughed softly under my breath. "I... I'm not who I once was."

I heard Fury exhale behind me. "I'm... sorry for what has been done to you, Ella." His voice was strained. He obviously did not do this often.

I turned to face the man, my grey eyes widening in surprise at his words. "Thank you. I don't think anyone has said that to me before."

He nodded in acknowledgement. "Is it possible that Thor could help you return?"

I sighed as I walked back to him. "I would need the power of my people."

Fury stopped. His dark eye looked at me for a long moment. Slowly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek phone. He tapped its buttons for several minutes before sliding it across the table to me. I watched as he motioned for me to take it. I frowned at looked at it. A small picture was on the screen. It was a cube. It glowed a vibrant blue. My heart stuttered.

My eyes shot up to Fury's. "Where... where did you get this?"

The director's face was stony. "You know what it is?"

My gaze dropped down to the small phone once more. "This is Lesengardian technology. It should be in the Citadel of the Guardians..." I looked up at the man, silver eyes narrowing with no small amount of suspicion. "This is not possible... Did you steal it?"

Fury shook his head. "No." He took his phone back. "I don't know who stole it from you. The first mention of the cube was during World War II. An organization called HYDRA wanted to use it for world domination..." He paused, exhaling roughly. A man named Johann Schmidt captured the cube in Tønsberg, Norway. Schmidt and HYDRA head-scientist Arnim Zola harnessed it's power to manufacture weapons to be used against the Allies-"

"What have you mortals done?" I interrupted, making Fury purse his lips. "This is an object of immense power. It can be used to create entire worlds." I stopped. "But in the hands of one with impure motives, it can have unimaginable destruction..."

A strange emotion passed over his features before he wiped it away. "We have kept it safe for many years. Recently, Loki took it from us. He killed many good men to get at it. He brainwashed even more with his scepter to help him." He placed the mobile in his pocket and straightened the collar of his coat. "It's called the Tesseract. It lets off high levels of Gamma radiation. That's why we brought in your friend, Doctor Banner. He's the leader in his field."

I shook my head. "That's not possible. I would've still been on Lesengard at that time..." My mind was reeling. Could someone have taken it from within the Citadel? I shook the thought from my mind. No. The Guardians would not do something like that. They couldn't. I looked up. Fury was watching me curiously. "It's the Cosmic Cube of Lesengard. Not the Tesseract."

"Alright." He nodded slowly, taking the information in. "I'd like you to tell me what happens with the attacks. What happened in the cemetery in 2008? What happened with the jet?"

"At moments of high levels of stress, the unharnessed power of the Bifröst is released when there are hormones and adrenaline in the blood..."I trailed off, realizing her had absolutely no idea what I was talking about. Silence filled the room. Fury waited patiently for me to continue. I traced unintelligible patterns into the cold metal of the table top as I leaned against it. "I was testing a prototype for the Lesgardian military. The aircraft detected high levels of Gamma radiation coming from the Bifröst... The unfiltered power sent my aircraft into a systems failure. I was pulled through one of the cracks in time that it had created." I breathed out a sigh of exhaustion. "I became a relevant date. The Roswell Landing, I believe you mortal like to call it," I hummed, chuckling lightly. "And so, I was stranded here, without magic, with only my military training. Forced to wait until the time when Asgardians came to Earth, so I could finally return home." I felt lightheaded as my story came to a close. I'd never told anyone the entirety of my story. I swallowed.

I really hope Bruce isn't listening to this...

"So you've waited all this time," Fury said, shattering my troubled reverie. "Thor can bring you home now. Isn't that what you want?"

I smiled grimly, "If I return to Lesengard and the High Council finds out what I've told you today, I'll be sentenced to death."

The director frowned. "You said that Guardians cannot die."

"Guardians are given a certain amount of time to exist before they are born. Life spans can extend for millions of years, such as the Elders, or mere thousands like our children. Guardians see the entirety of time and space. We live and breathe, keeping watch over the universe. We cannot meddle where points in time are fixed, but other moments can be bent. Even broken, if the Guardian is strong enough. When the Earth was an infant, it knew of Lesengard and the Guardians. But over time, as if ripples of a lake, the message became tainted and forgotten. In the folklore of your people, they call us Guardian Angels. Even though we do not have halos and wings, we are completely pure of heart. If word got out we were divulging secrets of the Order; there would be an uproar. The Guardians would be tainted."

"But how do they kill your people?" The interest could not be hidden from his voice.

I grimaced. "There are two ways. The first is decapitation, usually carried out by the King himself. Severing a head from its body would kill any living thing. We cannot restore entire limbs like that." I sighed, bracing myself. "Then there is the second. It's called the Prison of Time. It's a pocket in time, folded in on itself until there's no escape." I shivered and wrapped my arms around my body. "The prison holds its prisoners until their lifetime runs out. The majority go mad long before that can happen, though."

The room was silent. I opened my eyes. I hadn't realized that I had closed them. Fury's mouth was opened slightly. As if realizing this, he closed it with a pop. I looked up. On the other side of the glass, at least twenty agents were crowded in the small area. I blushed.

The director followed my gaze and growled. "This is a closed interrogation," he hissed through clenched teeth. "Get back to work!" He ordered. The agents scattered.

He sighed deeply when the crowd departed. My face was still hot with embarrassment. "I apologize..."

"It's alright," I whispered, looking down at my bare feet.

The Director opened the folder once more and started writing again. What was once empty many years ago, was now overloaded with uncountable detailed pages of accounts and testimonies. With a flourish of his pen, Fury signed his name at the bottom of the latest sheet.

"Alright, I'm almost ready to let you go," he stated. "I don't believe you'd intentionally hurt any of the people on this Helicarrier." I sighed gratefully. "I just have one last question."

I smiled with relief. I motioned for him to continue.

"If you were a High Priestess and Princess of your world, why were you piloting the prototype?"

I nodded slowly as I looked at the ground. I tried to formulate my words in my mind so the Director would understand. "I was elected by the Order of the Guardians as High Priestess. I did not choose that path. When I was born, it was catalogued that my life expectancy would be incredibly short in their terms, but my Magic would be more powerful than any other. The more Magic you're born with, the more it attracts the attention of the Guardians. In Lesengard, there are two choices made for you when you are born. Either you are decreed a Guardian or enlisted to the Military. At birth, the majority of the population are sent into the Military because the Lesengardian child has limited Magic, but in turn they have almost eternal life. These people are called Grunts. When I was elected, I was only several hundred years old. I was pushed by my fat- King to join the Order." I was struggling to finish the story. I wiped a tired hand down my face. "There- there was so much pressure coming from my family. To run the Order and to watch over time and space... After one and a half thousand years, I managed to leave the Order and enlisted in the military. My family was furious with my decision. I was the heir to the throne and I was sleeping, eating, and training with Grunts- the lower class. I was trained in the Lesengard Air Force. After years of missions throughout the universe, I was contracted out to engineers, testing prototypes for the Military. When I joined the Military, I forfeited the throne to my sister, Saraphina. She disowned me as family when I took the mission to pilot the prototype instead of being with her when she gave birth to her child. I-I should've stayed with her... I s-should've-" I gulped down the lump in my throat from the tears brimming in my eyes once more.

"Ella." Fury's voice was quiet.

I looked up slowly from my knees which were pulled up to my chest. During my story, I had fallen against one of the glass walls and slid to the floor. I was as far away from the man as possible in the small prison. He stood from his chair and walked over to me. He offered me a hand to me. I smiled and took it, using my other hand to wipe my eyes.

"Agent Hill will show you to your room." He motioned towards a pretty brunette woman who was standing at the door. I'd seen her before on the deck. She was Fury's second in command. Her hair was pulled back into a severe bun and shone in the bright light. She smiled kindly at me when I caught her stare. She locked her arms behind her back. "Get some sleep, Soldier," Fury ordered not unkindly. An uncharacteristically warm smile stretched his lips.

You must be imagining it, I thought to myself.

I nodded at his words and unhurriedly approached the exit. The guard punched in the key code and unlocked the door. I hesitated when he opened it. I turned back around to face the man with the eyes patch. "Thank you for your time, Director Fury."

Yes. That was most certainly a smile on his face.

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