Bucky awoke back in the cell, blood coming from his ears as he tried to regain consciousness, his head banging against itself.
His body ached, drained from whatever the scientist had done to him. His arm went out to the side, grabbing for Christiane, only to fall empty hitting the floor.
He looked around, finding the cell empty his ears registering the screams from somewhere in the facility he recognized as Christiane's.
Bucky felt himself push off the ground, running to the metal door as he banged it with every bit of strength he had left.
"Stop it! Stop! Please!" his voice broke, tears flooding this cheeks as he heard Christiane's screams.
Eventually, his legs have in, slumping against a wall as he gazed at the dust fragments dancing in the cold wind and moonlight.
The lock turned, as the door opened quickly, guards throwing Christiane's limp body into the cell before pushing a tray of bread and a glass of water.
Bucky ran to her, taking her in his arms. He looked to Christiane, limp in his arms, eyes closed as he shouted to the now closed door of cell, "What did you do? Christiane! Wake up, please, wake up."
He continued to sob, burrowing his face into her hair, a hand rested on the pulse at her neck, the only sign she was still alive.
She saw her images flit past her eyes as she was surrounded by a roaring of wind and colors. Christiane saw a reflection of herself, with short blond hair. She saw herself walking in her mother's house in the French mountains. Another of herself fighting a masked man. Finally, in a barren land, screaming at the top of her lungs in pain.
Christiane opened her eyes slowly, someone pulling her by her arms. Around her, gold decorations on the ceiling, her eyes moving to a man with a sword by his side.
"Thor, quickly, get her up on the cot," a voice came as another man brought her up into his arms, placing her in a cot of soft blankets. "Loki, get her some food now."
"What of my father, Heimdall, if he finds out about this?" A voice came from the man in armor.
"You want to tell, father?" Another voice came in alarm from the man in dark green.
"He can never know. This has never happened before," the man with the sword looked over her, her eyes unable to fully register.
"But how is this possible? Did you foresee this? The sparks from her hands." The man in armor looked to her.
"She is Vili's descendant, we never imagined that any of his descendants would interact with the Space Stone. Long ago when Vili went to Earth, Odin left the Tesseract for him to hide. She's not like you, she's not a God. It's by incident she came here, only the eldest of Vili's descendants receive the gift, but this, it's early. Each generation has a different ability."
"Anya is still alive," came the voice from the man in green. Both men turned to him as he shrugged, turning his hand as a small loaf of bread appeared in his palm. "I've been making sure Anya is alright."
Christiane rolled to her side, suddenly coughing as she tried to contain the pain in her body. The man in the sword matched the descriptions of Anya's stories of the gatekeeper to the Bifrost. "Heimdall?"
The men ran to her side, as Thor knelt beside her smiling, propping her up against cushions, taking a vial from his belt as he tilted her head to drink.
"Drink, you have travelled far, little sister."
She looked to him, then to the other man, "Thor? Loki? What is this?"
"An anecdote conjured by the greatest healer on Asgard to restore strength" he urged it to her lips.
"How are you feeling Christiane?" Heimdall asked her.
She held her sides, her fingers touching the side of her head as she saw blood.
"Where am I?" Her eyes looked around, realizing in panic, "I'm in Asgard."
Thor went to a box, taking a piece of cloth and liquid from another vial as he washed away the blood from her face.
"You're in Asgard, but you're also not." Heimdall knelt beside her, unwrapping the cloth on her wrists and arms to reveal the rune bracelet.
"Thankfully you had this on you," Heimdall held the rune in his fingers, blue settling in the creases of the rune.
"You were destined to control dreams like your sister, but with your recent reaction to the space stone, it seems it chose you to come here for a reason. Did the space stone show you your future?"
"We need help back in Midgard, I am being held with Bucky as prisoners," she looked to them as Loki handed her the bread, taking a bite.
"It showed images of myself, fighting and alone."
"When wasn't there a time when you humans were not fighting?" Loki muttered as Thor slapped him in the head.
"Ow!"
"I promised Vili to prepare all of your family when it was time. I'm telling you now because our time will be sparse, and I cannot see when I will see you again. You will escape soon, someone will come for you and your soulmate. As for the gift, you must learn how to travel with your mind. The space stone has shown you a fragment of your future, not many have that ability to know their Fate. Use that knowledge wisely, little one."
Christiane nodded, finishing the bread as she tried to stand up, Thor helping her in his arm.
"How do I travel with my mind?"
"I do not know," he hesitated. "I do not even know if the gift will carry with you when you return to Midgard as Anya is still alive." He shook his head, looking to her, "By all means, you must protect the Tesseract."
"Tesseract?" she looked to Thor and Heimdall.
"The blue glowing thing," Loki crosses his arms, muttering again.
"Manners, brother. She has travelled far." Thor elbowed him.
"You must get back little one, Odin cannot know you were here." He turned to the brothers, "Both of you cannot tell a soul."
He turned his eyes back to Christiane, the glow in his eyes and hers shining, "The person you love needs you. Good luck."
He hugged Christiane, letting Thor envelope her in his arms, "I've only just met you but I hope we see each other again, little sister."
She hugged him back, moving to stand in front of Loki.
"I heard you before, how you are watching Anya. Go see her. She loves you, Loki." She put a hand on his arm, before walking to the Bifrost's edge.
She turned around, "Thank you," her eyes closing as she took a breath. Her eyes opened as she choked, coughing trying to breath.
She looked around, no longer in the cell with Bucky nowhere to be found.
She felt fear grow in herself as she backed up against the cage she was in, her eyes settling to the cage across from hers.
Dugan, Jones and the other men looked back at her, unable to say any words to the state she was in. Blood stained her temples.
Christiane turned her head quickly to the sound of screams, as she rushed to the bars, pounding and shouting.
"Hör auf! Bitte! Halt! Lass ihn gehen! (Stop it! Please! Stop! Let him go!)"
She pleaded, sobbing as she fell to the floor, exhaustion taking its toll.
A few hours later, Zola inspected the cages, stopping by Christiane's.
"Du bist verschont. Die Maschine ist zusammengebrochen. (You are spared. The machine has broken down.)" He turned around to all the cages, announcing, "As a gift, you can hear the screams of someone still believing in freedom. You will all die here."
With that, he turned and walked away. The screams echoing against the walls as Christiane pulled herself into the corner, trying to keep herself together.
She tried to think of what happened on Asgard, all of it seeming like a dream rather than reality as she closed her eyes, trying to focus on her breathing against the screams.