The battlefield was a mess. Bodies were everywhere, metahumans, officers, you couldn't tell who was who at this point. You needed to get out of there. You searched around for the rest of your team; the ones hired by the Meta Council to defend the entire race. You can't really remember when the hatred for the metahumans started, but now all they saw you as was dangerous, and they wanted you dead. Or worse, to experiment on you.

You heard your leaders voice in your ear, pulling your focus back. "Guardian, are you there?" He asked. "Yes, I'm here, where are you, where is everyone?" You responded. There was a silence for a few seconds before he answered you.

"There isn't anyone else. You and I are the only ones left, and I have to get you out of here." You stopped and leaned over, holding against the wall. They couldn't be gone. Sam, Kelly, Dean, Castor, Amelia. They were your family. The people you had been fighting with for over 5 years. "Guardian come in I need your location!" His voice called.

"Behind the compound, east corner." You replied, still in shock. Tears started falling down your cheeks and you realized that this war was over, that the government had won and once the laws were in place, any metahuman caught would be shot on site or taken for experiments. You doubted you would live that long though.

Alpha had found you a few minutes later, pulling you into a hug seeing the state you were in. "I'm so sorry Guardian, I'm so sorry." He was like a father to you, he always had been, ever since he had found you.

"You have to get out of here, I'm going to portal you somewhere far away from here."

You looked up at him. "How? How are you going to get me away?" You asked him, fearing what his answer might be. "I need to send you somewhere that is not this earth." You knew he had capabilities of sending you wherever he wanted, as long as he invisioned it, but you didn't think he could send you to one of the many earths there were. That was dangerous.

"What about you?"

"Don't worry about me." He looked behind him and saw officers coming. He opened a portal and pushed you in it, and you cried out when you watched them take your leader, knowing that was the last time you would ever see him.

The other side of the portal was not what you were expecting. You were in the forest somewhere, and there was gunfire everywhere. "Oh what the shit." You said. Of course, you'd get dropped in the middle of another freaking warzone. You crept down the tree line, trying to get a view of the base that was under fire. Maybe if you figured out whose it was, it would tell you where you ended up. You reached for your gun, but realized it wasn't there.

You caught a glimpse of tanks with giant guns on the top, looking oddly familiar, but unlike anything you've ever come in contact with. You saw a large group of men running from the facility as it started exploding. They spotted you and raised their guns.

"Oh, no please don't shoot! I'm a friendly! I swear!" They hesitated, then slowly lowered their guns. They looked worse for wear and you wondered if they were prisoners. They looked familiar too, everything about this place did. Two stragglers joined the group, one of them practically holding the other up.

"Who are you?" One of the first men asked. "Uh… my name is Allison." You told them. You had almost forgotten what your real name was, almost everyone called you Guardian. "Why are you dressed like that?" Asked another. You looked down, your black tactical bodysuit shining in the fire light. It was heat resistant, but you figured the men in front of you weren't, and the building was going up in flames.

You probably did look a little weird, your purple hair in a braid behind your head. Come to think of it, if they were military, they were dressed weird too, which made you start to think you weren't in the right time. You started to get a sick feeling in your stomach. "That is uh… a story for when were not under enemy fire maybe?" You saw a giant explosion, and debris and fire headed right toward you.

"Duck! You yelled. They did and you shot your hands out, forming an ice wall in front of the group, protecting them from the explosion. Your hands fell and you felt several pairs of eyes on you.

"What the hell was that?" A soft voice behind you said. You turned to say something, but nothing was coming out of your mouth. Either you were hallucinating, or the man in front of you looked like Bucky Barnes. That was just crazy. Right? Another voice pulled you out of your daze, and you glanced at the man next to him. Your heart stopped. This wasn't a coincidence. That was Steve Rogers. Now you knew why these men looked familiar, and you felt like you'd seen all this before. You'd watched this movie more times than you can remember, hell, you've got Avengers tattoos all over your body.

"This isn't happening." You said, taking a deep breath, bending over, hands on your knees. "It's not possible."

"Ma'am, we can talk about this later, but I think we should get out of here." Steve said. You felt like you couldn't breathe. You looked up at him and he and Bucky both had looks of fear and concern on their faces.

"Your names wouldn't happen to be Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers would it?"

"Why do you want to know?" Another man said to you. You were pretty sure it was Dum Dum Dugan. "Are you Hydra?"

You scoffed. "Um no. Not Hydra. Not sure what I am at this point. Or where I am. Or When. What year is it?" You asked, afraid of what they were going to tell you. It was Bucky that spoke. "It's 1943 doll."

"Oh God. I think I'm gonna throw up."