A/N: Excited to continue this!
Everything was hazy when I blinked open my eyes. I could vaguely make out six figures standing above me. I think someone was saying something to me, but I couldn't understand it. I was just so tired. My eyelids started to droop until someone lightly patted my cheek to keep my awake.
The next thing I knew, a light was being shined into my eyes. I quickly squinted and turned my head away, the movement and the light only making my pounding headache worse.
The darkness was threatening to take over again as I fought to stay awake. I looked up at the figure crouched in front of me with confusion. He looked an awful lot like Mark Ruffalo.
I laughed to myself in my head. I must be dreaming. What would an actor be doing here? What am I doing here? I think. Where is here?
I didn't have long to think about it before the urge to sleep became overwhelming. My eyelids began to close once again— despite the prompts from the individuals in front of me— as I let myself drift back into the void.
"What the hell was that?" Tony declares after the girl passed out again. "We didn't get any information off of her."
"It is as though this young midgardian is injured," Thor states.
"She didn't even seem to understand us," explains Bruce. "As far as I can tell she passed out from exhaustion."
Natasha looked at Steve. "Well Captain. Any ideas?" she asked.
Steve looked shocked by the sudden question, but quickly masked his expression. He hadn't expected to be the one that had to solve this situation.
"Let's put her in one of the cells for now and Bruce can get her an IV or something," Steve looked at him and then the girl. "We still don't know how she made it into the tower so she's a potential threat until otherwise determined."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Jarvis?" Tony said. "Run worldwide facial recognition on her. I want to know who she is and where she came from."
Of course sir. I will inform you when I have the results.
Bruce left and took the elevator to the med bay to get things for the girl. Steve walked up to her and gently picked her up before turning to go to the cells. The other Avengers silently followed him.
The first thing I heard as I regained consciousness was the steady beeping. It was very annoying and I grumbled at the sound. It took a moment for me to realize that I was not in my own bed, but when I did, I quickly opened my eyes and shot up. I was sitting in what looked like a sketchy hospital room.
The walls were a light grey and the floor was tiled. A large mirror covered one of the walls next to the door. At least, I think it was a door. There were no visible handles on it. As I'm taking in the room, I notice the IV in my arm, but I am still in the clothes I wore to school.
Weird. I don't remember anything bad happening.
I lay back down and close my eyes trying to think back to my latest memory. I got home from the college and sat down to watch the second Avengers movie. But that was it. That was all I could remember. I sit up again and open my eyes as thoughts come flowing into my head.
Somethings not right.
I carefully pull out the IV and pull the device off my finger that was monitoring my heartbeat. The machine flatlines at the loss of my pulse so I quickly shut it off.
There was a dull ache in the back of my head, but I ignored it as I stood up off the bed. I was taking in my surroundings when I heard the door creak open. I turned around and my jaw dropped.
"Scarlett Johansson?!" I screeched and threw my hand over my mouth because of my outburst. Don't embarrass yourself in front of her, I tell myself. I remove my hand and clear my throat. "W-what are you doing here?"
I could see a look of confusion flash across her face for a moment, but then it was gone as quick as it came. "I could ask you the same thing," she says. Her gaze was deadly, something I'd only ever seen in the movies. I noticed immediately that she was twirling a knife in her right hand.
I slowly looked from the knife to her eyes.
"I-I don't understand," I say. "Is this some sort of scene for a new film and you needed my reaction?" I chuckle. "That's a good one. This is not how I thought I would meet you to be honest."
Scarlett walked towards me and raised the knife so it was against my throat.
"How did you get here?" She sneered. "Who sent you?"
"Uh. Ms. Johansson, ma'am. I don't know what you are talking about, but can I get your autograph? My friend would be so jealous," I ramble. "And this prop is super real. It's actually kind of freaky."
The door opened up again and Chris-freaking-Evans walked through!
"Nat, put the knife down," he said. She withdrew the prop from my neck and strolled up to Chris, whispered something to him, and stormed out.
"Oh my gosh! You're Chris Evans! I'm totally your biggest fan. And did you just call her Nat?" I question. Then I realize what is going on. They are in character! And I probably just ruined a scene by calling them by their real names. "I'm so sorry if I ruined the scene. I didn't know you guys were in character. We can totally redo it though. Except this time, maybe no IV if possible? That thing was really—"
"Who are you and what are you talking about?" Chris asks me.
"Oh, did you want me to play along? My names is Tristen," I say. I decide to go along with the scene because how often do you get to act with your heroes. "And this is super weird because I don't have a script. Can you ask the director to give me a few lines to get me started?"
"Director?" Chris questions and then pauses for a moment to look back at the mirror. I realize now that it must be one-way glass. Then he looks back at me. "Listen. We just need you to answer some questions."
"Okay sure, I can do that."
"How did you get into the tower?"
I freeze, not knowing how to answer the question. I already messed up part of the scene and don't want to do it again, but I decide it's worth the risk.
"Alright I'm sorry, but this is super weird. You guys just kidnapped me or something and expect me to play along. That's kind of messed up. You didn't even give me a script which is super embarrassing because now I'm ruining all of the scenes. Can you just send Scarlett back in here, she makes me me more comfortable."
Chris looks at me like I'm from another planet and I face palm. I decide to clarify with her characters name because that seems to be the only way he responds.
"Natasha Romanoff. Black Widow. Whatever you want to call her. Can I just do the scene with her? She seems to be more understanding," I explain.
"Where do you think you are?" Chris asks.
I think for a moment before responding. Screw this scene, I just want their autographs then I want to go home.
"On set? Are you guys filming another movie?" I look at him confused. "And what's with all the questions. Can I just go home now?"
The door opens again and Scarlett comes back in, gaining a look from Chris.
"Do you know who we are?" she asks.
"Scarlett Johansson and Chris Evans. You're both actors," I state confidently. "That's kind of an odd question to ask."
Chris looks at me, then Scarlett, and then they both walk out of the room without another word.
"Hey!" I shout once the door closes. "You guys can't just leave me in here! This isn't funny anymore!"
Once I realize that they aren't coming back anytime soon, I walk back over to the bed and sit down.
What the hell is happening?
A/N: Oooh it's getting good. I didn't want Tristen to realize what was happening to soon and I believe that any person that gets transported into the MCU would have a hard time believing it.
The next chapter will start out with the Avengers POV so you can see how they react to Tristen's weird assumptions and what's really going on behind the glass.
