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Yesterday I died, tomorrow's bleeding.
Fall into your sunlight.
The future's open wide, beyond believing.
To know why, hope dies.
Losing what was found, a world so hollow.
Suspended in a compromise.
The silence of this sound, is soon to follow.
Somehow, sundown.

Shattered - Trading Yesterday

The constant beeping, where is it coming from? I can never find the answer and I can never open my eyes enough to look for it. I am in a constant haze, pain burning the inside of my body. Voices are mixed together but sometimes I catch snippets

"Condition stable."

"Get the doctor!"

"Are you telling me that a plane appeared out of nowhere?"

"Stark! Can you do anything to get her to wake fully?"

Then nothing. There's complete and endless silence, going on forever that hurts my ears. I can feel my heart thumping in my chest and a voice whispering in my ear the line between reality and fiction seems very thin but there is a lot more. Believe me when I say this, when you wake up, things will become crazy, but you can never go back.

And that's it, not another word from that mysterious voice. It was that kind of voice that was deep but smooth and made you feel safe even though you couldn't see a thing. Suddenly I can hear more of the voices from reality

"Hurry! Mr Kennedy is slipping!"

~Crash, Boom, Bang! Time Skip~

I sat up gasping the room around me was unfamiliar but the smell reminded me of a hospital. Oh! Right, it would be wouldn't it? I wonder if my father will be able to pay for another jet – just kidding, after that crash I don't want to go flying for a while.

A man walked into my room, he looked vaguely familiar but I just couldn't put my finger on it. He had sandy blonde hair – almost brown – and blue eyes. His voice was (sexy) not too deep but made you trust him

"Miss Kennedy, I assume you know where you are?"

I raised my eyebrows "Uh, no."

"SHIELD, Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division."

As he said what the letter stood for, I was saying it mentally. Now I think I know who he is, I think he is the amazing Hawkeye AKA Clint Barton.

"Um, sir, I hate to push you but….who survived?"

He looked at me with pity and his eyes seemed generally sympathetic "This will be hard for you to take, but Alberta, only three of you survived. Your brother and your companion Penny Williams are in stable conditions." He paused "I'm sorry for your loss."

Sometimes, when you lose someone, you just go numb inside and your tear glands dry up. As much as I wanted to cry, my eyes were completely dry. I nodded

"Sir – actually, can you just tell me your name cause I am sick of calling you sir?"

He nodded "I'll be truthful if you're truthful. My name is Agent Barton."

My eyes widened and I know that he noticed, but there was no helping that. I mean, I was sitting on a bed, about a metre away from the Hawkeye, as in Hawkeye – Avengers Hawkeye. How can my eyes not go wide?

Thankfully I kept my face under a tight mask "Agent Barton, how about, if I ask you a question then you give me a truthful answer then you get to ask me a question with a truthful answer given."

Clint nodded (nodding seems to be his forte today) "Tell me, how did a plane end up just appearing in the middle of the sky – crashing none the less – with the world's richest real estate CEO and his family on-board when they were supposed to be on a skiing trip?"

Skiing trip, now that I something I have not tried. Trying to act casual, I shrugged "Actually I'm not sure about the part where we just 'appear' in the middle of the sky, but we were moving to America."

He thought I was lying, his eyes told me that much, but his posture and face thought I was telling the truth. "Alberta, you live in America."

Say what? I shook my head "No, I'm pretty sure that, right up until I was on that jet, I lived in Straya."

Now his face actually showed what he felt and that was complete confusion "Where the hell is 'Straya'?"

I snorted, I thought super spies would've studied another culture before "Straya is short for Australia."

He shook his head "I'm sorry Alberta, but until you are ready to be truthful to me you'll be stuck in here."

WTF? I was telling the truth and he knows it, actually, he might not, I might've fooled him (unintentionally) into thinking I was lying. He got up from the chair beside my bed and left the room. I watched as he walked past the glass wall at the end and he talked to a man who I could only assume to be Nick Fury.

~Crash, Boom, Bang! Time Skip~

It was dark, I knew that much because the lights were out in the hallway and most of the doctors and nurses had gone away to their own quarters. Only the ones that had to be there, were there. Earlier when I was alone I had considered just jumping out the window, but that was sure to attract attention and get me caught again.

I could see no people in the hallway and so I quietly slipped out of bed. I turned off all the machines attached to me and unplugged the multiple cords e.g. heart monitors, blood pressure monitor, and the IV drip. I waited for a minute, thinking that something would go off and get me caught but miraculously nothing did.

I slipped out the door and walked along the silent hallway, checking each, dark, glass window for my brother or Penny. Finally I spotted one that looked like it had the thick skull of my brother in it and had matching black hair. I slipped into the room and the figure in the bed staring at me confirmed my suspicions that my brother was there.

"Hey Grant."

"Hey. What's up?"

"We'll talk about that later, first we need to find Penny's room. Get out of bed."

"Alberta."

"What?"

"I have a broken leg."

"So?"

"I can't exactly walk around quietly."

"Yes you can. Dad taught us about strange and sneaky survival skills, get out of bed and start walking."

"You do realise that there are cameras everywhere."

"Yeah, so?"

"Meaning we don't have long to find and talk to Penny."

"Exactly. Stop talking and get out of bed."

That did it! He pulled back the covers to reveal a leg covered in a cast up to mid-thigh and a strapped up hand. My injures weren't as noticeable but I had seen a clipboard that said I had four broken ribs, a broken arm (I knew that already), two broken toes, a cracked hip and internal bleeding (which they stopped). Suddenly his broken leg didn't seem that big anymore.

We slipped out of his room and headed further down the hallway, easily finding that Penny's room was at the end. I went up to the side of Penny's bed and Grant stood at the foot of the bed. Penny rolled over to face me with opening eyes and she screamed! I screamed! She screamed! Silence.

Grant snorted "You two scream like girls."

We rolled our eyes in the darkness and said in sync "We are girls."

Penny groaned "What do you want guys?"

(Alberta) "I want to talk about this place. Do either of you happen to have met any of the people here or have been told where we are?"

They shook their heads and I sighed. "We're at SHIELD. I met Clint Barton today."

Penny and Grant gasped but I kept going "Oh, before I start, probably best not to mention Coulson to anyone other than Nick Fury or Maria Hill." They nodded, looking terrified "Ok, so all this means that Nick Fury is real, SHIELD is real, possibly Hydra is real, Iron Man AKA Tony Stark is real, Thor Odinson is real, Hulk AKA Bruce Banner is real, Captain America AKA my fav Avenger Steve Rogers is real, Hawkeye AKA Clint Barton is real. And possibly most deadly Black Widow AKA Natalia Alianovna Romanova is-"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The door slammed open and (speaking of the devil) Natasha Romanoff stood there point two guns at us. However I was trying my damnest not to laugh (and failing) because Grant was the one who screamed. I started snorting as I laughed loudly "Grant, you just screamed like a girly girl, you little hypocrite."

"Shut up Alberta, you just have hearing problems."

SHIELD agents came and took us out and I half yelled to Grant

"Roses are red, Violets are blue, and I save my middle finger just for you."

With that I flipped up my middle finger at him, Penny yelled at us both "Just shut up will you. You're not going to do any good arguing."

I swear I could hear the guy behind me snickering but maybe that was just me. In front of me Natasha Romanoff AKA Black Widow was leading our interesting procession to what I could only assume was an interrogation room.