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NOTE! So, I suddenly remembered something, a few things actually. 1RST of all, that Morganna predicted a second life scenario for her, so here is a 4th and 5th optional endings here, where Bianca does fall into a world where she is not known, that being a time stream that was fixed where she was not born. If you'd like aa continuation of either of these possibilities, leave a comment for which Alternate reality and then, one where she falls into a multi-verse.

2NDLY, the part where Bianca is killed in a previous chapter, where she goes into cardiac arrest when she meets Pietro and Wanda, and then when she is killed aboard the Asgardian refugee ship before Thanos attacks them. Okay, so, I came up with that understanding. The fact her cardiac arrest was not strong enough to break the connection and spell-linked from her mother's and Hela's pact/anchoring spell, and Wanda's power is related to the tesseract it could have only aided in strengthening that, or the spell could have activated and restarted her heart since Wanda had originally given up with shocking her heart to re-start. 2nd to that, is in the chapter where she comes to talk to Loki, Heimdall and Thor about the potions and her potential demise, she clearly states that Thor, Heimdall and herself are likely the only beings strong enough, to her current knowledge, to stop her heart and sever that link/spell. So, when Thor actually killed her it broke the spell/anchor link in which case she was dead long enough for the power in her to leave her body only to be put back into her, which started to mess with her DNA and all that wonderful stuff and when she surrendered the power she had to under-go another shift.

Again, I apologize for the long explanation, but I did realize that I never really explained any of the previous in any of the chapters as I went. Nor did I give any alternate versions of Morganna's second prophesy of her being in a world where she'd be the only person to remember their world existed. So, here is me making up for that lack of detail. Which, again, I apologize for

DATE: 11/09/2022

Option 1- Alternate reality 4

Summary: This is a "WHAT IF" senearo; Bianca is saved from space and death after Thanos sends her through a portal into outer space and sent to Thor about 2 years after Love and Thunder occurs.

Now under the care of Thor from a fixed Timeline and Alternate version of her world, Bianca lives her life day-to-day with Thor and Love until the Olympian Warrior sent after Thor comes knocking on their home door and follows them home to earth for help with a call across the galaxy for the Guardians aid.

She came awake in warm water, ocean water. Her hair floating around her, the gold and opal light the warmth leaving her body as she looked around her. Her mind woke up to the reality that she was, in fact, under water. Suddenly in a panic, she began to flay her arms around her in the water, looking for the light to reach the surface, thankfully it was morning, or high noon. She could see the light. Swimming up with all her strength, Bianca broke the surface and sucked in a breath of air before dropping back into the water and bobbed back up, breaking the surface again and able to keep herself above the rushing water. The strong tides pulled as she clawed at the water. She was almost there. Smiling as she grew closer and closer to the shore, the house that was sitting far back on the shoreline beyond the pile of what looked like black and grey rocks. But there was something strange she started to notice the closer she got. She felt… Naked. Shaking her head with nervous worry, she forced herself to keep going. "Please don't do this to me," she pleaded to whoever could possibly be listening. Finding the sand under her feet, she began to walk up to the shore, the water of the ocean leaving behind her and the white foam from the ocean began to morph down her body into a white cotton fabric wrap robe, a wide cotton fabric chest wrap that wrapped around her small chest and the robe was wrapped and tied around her waist. The rob was looser up top than she'd have preferred, but the tie that she felt on the inside at her side, she knew it was as tight as it would ever be. The front of the rob was open far too much for her liking, but her breasts were covered at least. Though, the skin of her sternum and abdomen was still visible to the world. Making her way completely from the ocean she looked down to her bare feet, the cotton robe brushed against her legs and over the tops of her bare feet, the front, she noticed, had two high slits up to her hips on both sides. She could feel the cotton underwear underneath, it made her happy that she wasn't really naked to the world to see everything. She noticed as she walked up the hot sandy beach towards the house to possibly find some help as to where the hell she was, she noticed a few things. First, the 'rocks' were not rocks. They were decaying bodies of an alien species she was very unfamiliar with, secondly, the house up ahead, was not really a house. It was a spaceship turned into a home and thirdly. She was completely dry even after leaving the ocean. Looking towards the forestry near the beach line and vegetation on the trees, the plants at the beach front was not earthly at all. "Where am I?" she whispered to herself.

Making her way up to the ship, she nervously knocked on the metal of the ship's ramp and waited. Her stomach twisting and turning nervously as she waited for it to either open to her aid, or to her doom. She jumped with fright and stumbled back when she suddenly heard the loud hissing sound and the ramp like door moved to open, lowering almost over top her. Stumbling back from the ship, her foot and heel found a hidden and sharp rock near the slop going back down to the sandy beach that she ended up falling backwards and rolled down the sandy slop causing her to shout from the pain. With her eyes clenched closed and trying to keep her mouth closed, Bianca did her best not to shout at the pain erupting in her heel and ankle bone. Coming to a stop, Bianca cried out at the sand filling her scrapped heel.

"Stay inside!" Thor told Love as they rushed off the ramp of their ship/house while he continued out and rushed down the slope to the woman reaching for her bleeding foot as she cried from the pain. Dropping by her side, he grabbed her hand and pulled her hand back from her blood covered heel. The skin had been peeled back and scrapped terrible from the rock she had tripped back over. "No, don't touch it," he told her. Looking down at her, he managed to get a good look at her. She was lovely- scratch that, she was gorgeous. Long, strawberry blonde hair, bright turquoise eyes- hell she looked mesmerizing. But he didn't much like the way she was looking at him, as if she was seeing a ghost or something, then he suddenly felt a warmth of power and magic under his hand. Looking between her shocked expression and her held wrist under his hand, he saw the gold and opal color of power shimmering under her skin. It was a power he'd only felt once before, when his mother had cared for him when he fell ill as a child. It was healing magic he felt flowing in her with other potential in the mix. Looking back to the woman Thor took a breath of curiosity, "Who are you?" he asked her. He didn't know her, but he felt the Asgardian blood in her. The magic he knew was a familiar tingle he knew only an Asgardian would have. But he did not know her.

She'd been so shocked to see him, happy even after a moment of realizing she wasn't hallucinating. But her heart dropped immediately into her stomach and into a frozen lake of ice when he'd asked her who she was. Her breath was stuck in her lungs as she looked at his confusion. When she managed to release her breath, she struggled to take a breath. She was suddenly scared, filled with fears of so many rising questions she never would have thought she would have had next she ever saw the man.

Option 2 - Alternate reality 5

Summary: This is a 'what if' scenario. What if in the battle of Wakanda, rather than killing her, Thanos unwittingly sent Bianca to another universe? A universe that she was never born in. One where Bianca Rogers does not exist? What if, instead of her 3 alternate endings, Bianca is sent to a world that she was never born into? How will she adapt to this new world?

She dreamed of the life she had before it all fell to pieces, dreamed of the life she had wanted to have, dreamed of loss, dreams of the war, of Thanos, T'Challa reaching out for her, and the portal closing between her and T'Challa as he reached for her, then she saw the stars. The bright colors she saw as she floated weightlessly. And then there was darkness, her body suddenly cold as if she were covered in snow and ice. The coldness had only lasted a few moments before a sudden flash of golden and opal-colored light mixed with red, blue, purple, green, orange, and gold.

Her body warmed in an instant. And then she was surrounded by her memories. Locked away inside her head. Seeing the once upon-a-time happy memories, then the hardships, the sadness, the losses. She found herself in Wakanda for the one-hundredth time it seemed, watching her and Bucky kiss. But she knew that was not what had happened, it was what she had wished had happened. He'd kissed her brow then, not her lips. She watched as Thanos made his way to them all, towards Vision, her mother pinned and being taken down into the earth by the ground Thanos had brought up around her, Okoye being sent flying off the ground and back into a tree and bushes, likely injured or killed. She hoped she was alright. "Wake me up!" she screamed, dropping to her knees with anger and panic. Her memories hurt emotionally. Even the happy ones. Was she dead? Was this purgatory? Or was this her own created Hell?

August 2012

They found her washed ashore on the beaches, Michael Morbius and Lucien "Milo" Crown had been walking that late afternoon, the sun going down and no people on the beachline when they found her. Her blood staining the beach and the water.

"I-is she dead?" Lucien asked with fear. His best friend and brother dropped beside the young woman and felt for a pulse.

Michael was shocked and filled with fear, frantically checking for a pulse. She was soaked. Her hair was in her face and he gently moved the wet strands aside and took in her features. Even as pale as death she was still lovely. But the blood covering her worried him. How much had she lost already? What had happened? All of it. She looked as if she had been on a super-secret mission from a movie or something, and weapons that looked nothing like they did today in mid-2012. "Milo, call 9-1-1." He said, grabbing the knife in her thigh strap and cut open her shirt. As a doctor he hadn't blushed as her small mounds of breasts were shown to the world like Milo was as he glanced away from the unconscious woman. Slipping out of his long coat, Michael rolled his jacket up and slipped it under her head, as he examined the rest of her wounds and pulled the strap from his medical bag from over his head and set it beside him. He paid attention to the injured woman while Milo called the Police as he went to work trying to apply pressure to the wound on her chest. Her pants were ripped, almost like an animal had ripped into her, but those wounds were red and pink, a sign of healing. It made him wonder just how long she'd had these clothes, and again, what the hell had happened. Her shirt was not much better, othere than him cutting it open, the sleeve of her right arm, from her bicep down to the elbow had been ripped and shredded, as if an animal had sliced down her arm. Those also were healing, a bit jagged but still healing with red and pink healing.

"They are on their way," Milo told him, pulling his jacket from his body, "What-what can I do?" he asked.

"Apply pressure to her chest while I check the rest of her," Michael said and went about looking for any other wounds. Surprisingly, he found nothing, other than the wounds that appeared to have been freshly healed, and they were clean scars. He even noticed the older scars she presently had. His hands glided over her toned belly, over the reddish-pink scar, almost like a metal beam or pole had been ran through her in the shape of a star, and there was when he saw it. The shimmer of gold and white opal shimmering under his hand from undernieth her skin, her nerves, and muscles came to sight. Like a light was under her skin. Thinking he was losing his mind now just a handful of years after getting his MD, Michael gently brushed his hand over her belly once again, and he saw it again. The light, shimmering gold and white opal shimmered under her skin. Lighting up her nerves, her muscles, every time he did it, the light- the energy, was leading him back up to the chest wound. Curious, he moved Milo's hand from her chest and prayed he wasn't losing his mind. "Move your hands for a moment, Milo," he said and removed the gauze from her chest, and he saw it then also. Her body was slowly stitching itself back together, closing up the wound. "Do you see what I'm seeing?" Michael asked his friend and brother as he grabbed the young woman's arm and brushed his hand over her skin, watching the shimmering gold and opal light up under her skin for a third time, running through her nerves and muscle fibers once more up to her wound, the soft golden lights pulling her muscles of the wound together, stitching the wound up.

Confused, Milo looked closer at her chest wound. Through the blood and open wound, he felt his breath hitch with confusion and shock. "What is happening?" he asked. He saw it. He really saw it. "She's… She's healing- how?" Milo asked with shock. Oh, how they both wished they could do something like that. For their bodies to heal themselves from their deathly illness. Their blood. Their very own bodies were eating at them every second of the day and through the night.

"I don't know-"

"Over here!" someone shouted, causing the two men to look over to the roads and wooden walkways from the beach parking lots coming towards them, the man running towards them radioing to the EMT vehicle. "She's out of our hands now, let the medics do their jobs," he told Milo, both moving aside as the vehicle came to a stop near them and the medics jumped from the ambulance. However, things had not gone as planned. When the first man from the ambulance moved to touch her, a power erupted from her body, sending him back from the unconscious woman. None of the EMTs wanted to touch her after that. Michael had decided to do it for them and met Milo at the hospital where they were careful in handling her.

The hospital had to, unfortunately, put her in a radiation quarantine and both Michael and Milo had to undergo tests and careful screening to be sure they were not in more life-threatening danger. But none of them, not even the Jane-Doe, was showing signs of radiation.

The Hospital had taken its time in handling her with care. The Hospital had a few workers who could not touch her, otherwise, they risked being shocked or sent flying away from her. They had to wonder why really.

Michael had called the Doctor who had cared for him since he was a very young child in Greece, Emil Nicholas, to come to help him with this case. The energy in her body was strange, and truthfully, he wished to study it. To see if he could extract some and possibly save himself and Milo, and others like them. If her body allowed them to.

The woman had stayed in isolation away from the rest of the hospital, nurses were able to come in and care for her needs as she lay in a coma, but other than that, only himself and Emil Nicholas handled her care. They'd realized upon reaching the hospital that she had no need for surgery, her wound had already stitched itself back up. It had become red and pink. Slowly healing and left behind a rather nice scar.

The Police and even the FBI and CIA, and a secret government force called S.H.I.E.L.D. had even come to speak to them about her. But none of them gave them any information about how to identify her.

January 2013

She came awake with an attempt to gasp, her eyes flashing as she blinked around the dark room, but the sudden blockage in her throat she felt hindering her own breathing had her panicking. With her eyes watering at the fear of her breathing being hindered, Bianca lifted her hands to her mouth, and her eyes spilled with tears. There was a tube in her throat. Feeling the desire to gag, she did all she could to not as she raised her trembling hands to her mouth and tube and for a moment she thought of removing it. She wanted it out of her!

"Help! Emil! Michael!" a man said with a shout for help, grunting in his hurry to get out of the chair he was sitting in with some difficulty, making his way to the room door, he called out into the halls again for help, and a nurse shouted for the doctors. Turning to her in worry, hearing the sound of gagging, he made his way to her side as quickly as he could without falling and caught himself on the bedside as he stumbled, his hand made its way up to her hands as she reached for the tube. He feared she may try taking it out, "Hey, hey, no, leave that in, love," he told her calmly. Taking her hands from the tube.

"I'm here! Milo, I'm here-," An older man said rushing into the room. "What happened?" he asked.

Moving from the bedside, Milo made his way to a chair against the wall near the door and took a seat, "She-she just woke up, scared the hell half out of me," Milo said as an older man came to her side.

"Alright, sweetheart, sweetheart can you hear me?" he asked her, grabbing her wrists and holding her hands from the tube as her wide turquoise eyes watered with tears.

She gagged at the tube and struggled against the doctor holding her hands from her mouth, when he asked her if she could hear him, she nodded, clenching her eyes closed, it was becoming difficult to not vomit right about now. "oght," she gagged again.

Nodding at her that she understood him, Emil began to take the tube out from the woman's throat, as Michael came in.

"What happened?" Michael asked. He'd heard from down the hall that she had woken up, an dhe'd wanted to make sure she was alright. Mostly because she had a tube in her throat.

"Milo said she woke up, scared him senseless I believe," the man said. "Okay, sweetheart, just breathe- oh, here, here,"

She had breathed as best she could as the tube came out, but ended up coughing at the pain and the sudden itching in her esophagus, then her stomach lurched. When the doctor held a trash bin for her as she leaned over the bedside, she released her stomach contents, which was nothing but liquid and stomach bile. The hand that combed through her hair gave her some comfort.

"Are you alright?" the kind and gentle doctor asked her as he helped her rest back. After she cleared her stomach. It had felt like an eternity to her.

"Can you tell us your name?" the doctor asked her.

Confused, she blinked her painful eyes a bit and turned to look at the man. "Did I not come up in the database?" she asked him. Wondering how that was possible. She was always quickly pinged.

Smiling, Doctor Emil Nicolas sat at her bedside while Milo sat in the chair further across the room and Michael came to sit close by her on the other side of the bed and began to press his stethoscope over her chest. "No, you did not. Should you have?" Emil asked her curiously. But he knew he saw the confusion and the shock in her eyes.

Confused, Bianca looked at the two doctors, one looked very, very young. Honestly a bit too young to be a doctor. As well as a bit ill. Almost grey if she were correct. "You're a doctor?" she asked him weakly. His smile was charming, even when he looked ill. "No offense, but you look like you should be the one in the hospital bed," she stated.

Smiling sarcastically at her statement, Michael sighed and took a breath as he took a seat in the chair beside her. "What's your name?" he asked her.

"Bianca. Bianca Margaret Lou Rogers. Why?" she asked him.

Clearing his throat, Emil Nicholas nodded at her confusion. If she had no idea what this energy was, then they were back to square one. After five months of her coma, they had not gotten a clean sample of that energy from her body. Every attempt ended with the sample either burned up or the energy would disappear, and her blood would be the only thing extracted. "Miss Rogers, you were found on the beach with injuries that should not be possible. You had a hole in your chest, freshly healed scars all over your body, and, if I may be frank with you, a strange energy inside of you. Your skin shined with gold and opal shimmers when anyone would touch you. You even shocked a few doctors, police, and an EMT. Doctor Morbius and myself seem to have been the only two doctors that seem to be willing to touch you. No one else would risk being sent flying back into the wall, or mostly shocked. You even had an MRI machine blow up on you when we attempted to take an MRI scan." Emil stated.

"Wait, wait. A hole in my chest?... But… If-if you two are the only ones who seemed to be able to touch me, how the hell am I even alive?" she asked.

"Your body healed itself, Miss Rogers." Doctor Morbius said plainly, taking her hand in his and began to run his hand over her arm, studying her skin as if he were expecting to see the golden shimmering energy and opal. "You were under study for some time. The energy, as we have come to call it over the last several months of your coma, has kept you alive. Every time we take a blood sample the extraction site is immediately healed." The young Doctor told her.

Bianca watched him curiously. Her limbs were heavy, and her throat was sore and horse, weak from a lack of use. The young Doctor's voice was soft. It wasn't loud or obnoxious, but calm and smooth. However, as his hand ran over her arm, she realized quickly that her skin was sensitive. Her eyes closed at the electrifying sensation that ran all over her skin, needle-like pain pricking as he ran his hand up over the bare flesh of her arm, she groaned at the uncomfortable electricity pricking at her flesh as the pain ran up her arm and made her twitch a bit.

Seeing her discomfort, Doctor Michael Morbius looked up from her arm and watched her then rested her arm back against her bed and looked over to Doctor Emil Nicholas. "It's gone," he said. His dark eyes glanced over to Miss Rogers. "Miss Rogers-"

"Margaret, please. Don-don't call me Miss Rogers. Anything but that." She said, shifting in her bed a bit with discomfort.

Smiling subtly at her, Michael nodded, "Alright, Margaret, do you know what that energy could have been to have saved your life?" he asked.

Scuffing at the man, she opened her eyes for a moment and then closed them again. "It's a curse is what it is. If I told you, you'd admit me into a mental institution." She grumbled.

Almost laughing at her, Michael looked over to Milo, his head hanging low as he heard the news that a strange and very interesting and healing energy was now gone before looking back to her. "Margaret, you can tell me anything, and I won't think of putting you anywhere like that. I saw that energy healing you myself. As did my friend Milo, see. He and I were the ones who found you on the beach." He told her. Watching her open her eyes and looking over at his friend, her lovely turquoise eyes studying Milo. Almost as if she knew what the man was thinking already.

She studied the man sitting in the chair, his head hanging low, his hands folded over his cane, and refusing to look at her. He looked disappointed. Softly smiling, Margaret closed her eyes and laid back, swallowing the lump in her throat and a heavy, sad and very cold, rock slumped into her belly. "You're both sick… You thought… You thought that whatever was inside of me, saving me, could help you." She stated. It was definitely not a question.

Feeling his smile faltering, Michael took a sad breath and nodded. "Yes," he answered.

"You would have been wrong." She whispered. "That power, that… That curse… does nothing for anyone but for the one that wields it. It likely just wanted to keep me alive because it was born inside of me when I was born." She whispered with a deep desire to go back in time and undo what was done. "I never should have been born in the first place."

"Why would you think that Margaret?" Emil asked her with concern.

Laughing at his sudden question, Margaret began to weep. Thinking she was still in her world. Her Reality. Her Universe. "Where's my uncle?" she asked.

Finally getting somewhere with possible family to claim her, Emil nodded with a gentle smile, "Who's your uncle and we can try to find him," Emil said, pulling a small notebook from his doctors' coat pocket.

"Steve. Steve Rogers. You guys might know the big lug as Captain America." She said, wiping her eyes from the tears.

Confused and now thinking she was pulling their legs at that, Emil looked at her and then glanced to Michael, but his own shrug of confusion had Emil on the understanding that he was not missing anything and that she really might be delusional. "Miss Rogers, there is no 'Captain America'. What's your uncle's name?" he asked her again.

"You cannot go in there!" a nurse shouted after a man walking into the door of the hospital room, "I'd like a moment along with the Patient, please, Doctors." The man said boldly. Careless of the fact that he really was not supposed to be there.

Margaret froze at the man's voice she heard, it was him, her uncle Nick. But he seemed different. Something about him was completely different. "Nick Fury?" she asked, deciding to not call him 'uncle Nick'.

Smirking, Fury walked inside the room and looked at the three men, "Please, a word in private. With the young lady." He requested coldly.

Looking between his patient and the man, Emil and Michael nodded to one another and the three of them left the room.

She rested back in her bed as Nick Fury raised her bed a little then took a seat in the chair beside her curiously and set a briefcase on her table stand, then began to filter through papers before handing her a file. Confused, she took the paper file folder and began to look through it. It made no sense to her. "I-I don't understand, the date, the information. I-it's all wrong," she said, looking at Nick simply watching her with his cold eye and the leather eye patch over his bad one. "What kind of joke is this?" she asked him.

"Oh, this is not a joke, five months and ten days ago a shockwave of colorful energy rippled across the ocean, four days later you were found washed ashore along the New York Beaches. That date is not incorrect… Something tells me you are not where you're supposed to be." Nick said as if this were all boring to him.

Confused and honestly shocked, Margaret looked at the file again. "You mean to tell me that I landed not only in a different universe but in the past of said different universe from where I was in my time?" she asked him. This could not be happening!

A bit amused she had gotten that pretty much correct, Fury nodded, "Well, yes, if you're saying the date is incorrect and the fact that you showed up after that shockwave-"

"Wait, you-you think I did that?" she asked him, her eyes snapping to him with disbelief. But if this was a different universe, and she did not exist here then he never knew her. He didn't trust her, nor would he likely believe her innocents.

Nodding, Nick sighed and leaned forward in his seat, "Unless you can prove to me otherwise. Young lady, that energy inside your body attacked an EMT that attempted to help you when they arrived on the beach, your body attacked three different doctors, two police officers, and two Nurses."

Worried he'd have her locked away forever, Margaret felt a sudden surge of panic. "But-but I wasn't conscious, so how is that my fault, and that energy- that power, whatever it was, shouldn't have even been inside of me. I got rid of it when I was on the ship with Thor and the other survivors." She explained, once again forgetting she was not in her Universe.

"Thor?" Nick asked her with concerned confusion. "You mean, there are others out there, in space, that can do things like this?"

Her mind was going everywhere. He was treating her like she was an enemy! "I'm not going to hurt anyone, Nick. And you know I haven't. Otherwise, I would have been hauled away to S.H.I.E.L.D. for study an dincarseration. Instead, I woke up here, in a hospital. If that energy attacked those people then have you thought to check into those people and see if there were anything strange about them?" she asked him curiously. "That power, so far that I have learned, has only ever acted on its own when I'm in danger, the first time I dealt with that power I was in Asgard about to be attacked and harmed. It acted then to protect me, and possibly itself. It doesn't do it to cause mayhem or chaos." She explained.

Smirking at the woman, Nick sighed and almost chuckled, "Then why, pray tell, would you want to be rid of it, if it protected you?" he asked.

Okay, that was a fair question, but he was pissing her off! "Nick, I was raised by humans, that power did not surface until I was off planet- don't you dare sit there and judge me like a threat! You don't want to see me as a threat. And I don't want to be a threat." She told him with aggravation. "Where I'm from, you raised me, so whatever the hell you think you can possibly do to me, I can damn well assure you, I could get out of it, and possibly get past all your bodyguards, including Coulson. And if you have that sweet little Russian Assassin, I know I can get past her also. Don't push it." She whispered the last bit to him. He really was pissing her off. This was not the Nick Fury she knew or remembered. This one seemed to want to piss her off. Rolling her eyes at him when he merely grinned, she rested back in her bed and looked back to the file. "My name, where I'm from, is Bianca Margaret Lou Rogers. I am sixteen years old, and I'm the daughter of Alice Divers- who lied to my family about who she was, that being an Asgardian Witch and cursed to live on Earth and Steven J. Rogers, I was the granddaughter to Timothy Dugan, A.K.A. Dum Dum Dugan who fought in World War 2 and Stephanie Lou Rogers, sister to Steven Grant Rogers, A.K.A. Captain America, both siblings fought in World War 2 and mainly against HYDRA. Want proof, get my gear that I arrived with, and look through my phone and the small hand-held tablet, they both have a protective drive built into it that has photos and files of pretty much everything I wanted to try to keep."

Grinning, Nick sighed as he walked to the closed door of her room and opened it, leaned out into the hall, and said a few words to someone before walking in with a black bag and dropping it on her legs, "Already did, and so far everything you said matched up. Except that, Steven Rogers, Captain America, died in 1945 a few months after his buddy was killed in Action taking down a plane carrying bombs. Bullet to the chest."

Her breath hitched as the man explained his universe history to her, but her heart felt the pain of losing her uncle Steven, but she was fearful for Bucky. Was he alive here in this universe? Was he the Winter Soldier in this world also? "Are you sure he was killed in action?" Margaret asked him, her eyes burning into Nick Fury. If this was still going on, and in a different universe, then those who had not been corrupted in her universe may be corrupted here. She could not risk it.

Seeing the fire in her eyes, Nick took a big breath and clasped his hands in front of him as he stood there by her bedside. "Why?"

"If you look closely in those photos you'd have seen James Buchanan Barnes, A.K.A. Bucky Barnes, very much alive, and those photos are time stamped, Director." She said softly, her tone full of danger and distrust.

Smirking at her, he nodded. "I see. So, what do you know, Miss Rogers?" he asked her.

"Nothing I'd tell you." She answered, "First lesson you and Natasha Romanoff taught me, even if you knew you could have trusted someone, never trust anyone. Not even with something that was worth your life." She answered.

Nodding, Nick Fury sighed and looked back to the door then back to her. "I see. Then I take it that this me you knew and Agent Romanoff taught you very well."

"The best teachers. But don't forget, I was also taught by many others. And their collective teachings are never going to go to waste with me." She whispered.

Nodding with some pride in this woman, Nick Fury stood from the chair and leaned beside to the door, "Miss Rogers, the people you are going to want to exist here, do not exist here. Word of advice. Don't go lookin' for 'em, or you'll find yourself very disappointed." He said calmly. It wasn't like he was threatening her, he simply wanted to give her some advice in case she thought to go searching for these people. They had names and contacts, some people who were in her phone contacts either did not exist or the faces did not match the person the name belonged to. Like Tony Stark for example. The man looked completely different! As did Doctor Bruce Banner. And this team she had photos of with a model scale building with the big A they stood around, also did not exist. "Keep the briefcase and the files. And stay in contact, phone's in the briefcase, only use it to call me. If I did raise you, then you already know that I don't leave family or my Agents in the dust on their own when they need help," he said and walked out.

This was worse than she thought. She was in a different Universe, nor was she in an alternate reality of 2018. She'd been sent back in time as well. Currently, the day on the Newspaper Nick had left in the briefcase was dated January 13th, 2013 and then the first few newspapers for when the Shockwave rippled over the ocean, and the day of when she'd been found in August 2012. Margaret had been in a coma for five months.

This was really bad.