Chapter 3
Flying in an aircraft full of strangers wasn't easy; especially having the heavy glare of a murderer press against your skin. Too much had happened in less than an hour for Angel's childlike understanding, that her mind isolated its self from the world. Drifting away from an empty shell like a boat on the sea.
Frozen in her own world, memories came and went from Angel's murky vision, one year of difficult yet happy memories, were suddenly darkened when the ugly truth hit Angel like a wall: He was always there.
He had always been there, watching her like a predator, just like she had seen him in her dreams, waiting for a chance to strike. Flicking through her mind, this was obvious. How and why he was there? Angel didn't know, but he always had been.
But why? He was a stranger; she didn't even know his name. So why on earth had this villain been stalking her broken mind? Unless...
BOOM! FLASH!
Angel's distant mind shot back into her head at the sudden stormy sound - disregarding all previous thoughts.
"What's the matter? Scared of a little lightning?" The oddly dressed man directed at the prisoner
"I'm not overly fond of what follows." The warrior retorted.
The air craft suddenly shook violently as something hit the top of it, sending vibrations through the hard metal. Another man dressed in a red and gold robotic suit (That Angel just realized was there.) put on a matching helmet and pressed a button that flew open the aircraft doors; sending a whoosh of chilled wind inside and allowing a giant man with long blond hair to storm in.
The robotic man defensively aimed his hand at the blond intruder, which Angel guessed was a gun by how it lit up and began making noises, but before he could shoot, the blond intruder knocked the robotic man down with the huge metal hammer he was holding. In a blink of an eye, the blond giant grabbed the prisoner roughly by the neck and flew off the aircraft, leaving the poor girl dumbfounded.
Panic filled the air.
"And now there's that guy!"
"Another Asgardian?"
"That guys a friendly?"
"Doesn't matter." The robotic man stepped closer to the open doors. "If he frees Loki or kills him, the Tesseract's lost."
"Stark we need a plan of attack!" The oddly dressed man stressed
"I have a plan. Attack." And with a burst of flame, the robotic man shot off the aircraft.
"I'd sit this one out Cap." The red-haired woman directed to the oddly dressed man, who was now strapping a parachute onto his back.
"I don't see how I can."
"These guys come from legend there basically gods."
Gods?
"There's only one God mam. And I'm pretty sure he doesn't dress like that." And with grabbing his shield, the man was the fourth person to jump off the plane.
Angel was flooded with confusion - what just happened was beyond her understanding, everything was. The agitated girl felt like Alice in Wonderland: nothing made sense, but instead of being there no logic and proportion, mad hatter's and white rabbit's, there was instead too much of that. Was everyone around her mad? Was she?
...Or was her reality just different from theirs?
"Stop pondering" Angel scolded in her mind. "Remember what *Vater said, it distracts you from the present."
"You OK back there?" The red-haired woman crashed Angel's train of thinking.
"Who are you?" Angel asked meekly.
"Agent Romanoff." The woman replied, turning from Angel to press a few buttons.
"Who are you people?" She pressed.
"We're S.H.I.E.L.D."
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Soon, "S.H.I.E.L.D" regained their prisoner and an extra passenger, so the uncomfortable journey continued. Not only was the warrior's heavy green stare prickling Angel's skin through the blanket she had wrapped around herself, but the Blond giant with the hammer had also taken up the art of making her uncomfortable, pinning down the cloud that was her mind to stop it drifting away.
The aircraft finally landed; where? Angel hadn't a clue, but the girl found herself exiting the aircraft to be on another - one hundreds of times as large! Nothing like she had read or seen in the books she devoured.
"It's the hellicarrier." Agent Romanoff whispered to Angel, sensing her confusion about where she was.
With the Agent's hand on her back, Angel was lead away inside the enormous airship, down curious corridors and into a small room, furnished with a metal desk with two chairs to match and standing there another man, but unlike the other men Angel had met tonight, this one was less intimidating.
"Thank you Agent Romanoff, I can take it from here."
The Agent exited, closing the door with a quiet slam.
"Hello Miss Amsel. I'm Agent Coulson." The man said with a small smile. "Take a seat." He gestured to the chair at the desk and then moved to sit on the opposite chair, the cold desk separating the two persons.
"It's alright. You're not in any trouble whatsoever; we just need to ask a few questions." Agent Coulson calmly said.
Angel nodded.
"I know that these last few hours have been difficult for you and you're probably traumatized by these last few events but I need you to answer these questions as best you can."
Angel nodded.
The man proceeded to open and look at the grey file in front of him. "I understand that you have suffered from amnesia for nearly a year."
Angel nodded.
"It states here you were found on the outskirts of Stuttgart, in a coma for three weeks and suffered a miscarriage during the time you were un-
"Miscarriage?" Angel blurted out in shock.
"That's what it says here." Agent Coulson said handing the file to the girl, who snatched it quickly and began flicking through. "This is all the information we were able to retract about you."
"But...t-this can't be right." Angel searched for a clue to tell her that this information wasn't true - no use. The file was definitely hers. But this couldn't be right! To have a miscarriage she would have to be... but she'd never even... how did she not know this?
"You have never received information about having a miscarriage while unconscious?" Agent Coulson questioned.
Angel shook her head.
"Your adoptive father never told you? Or any other doctors?"
Angel shook her head. "Why didn't he?" She muttered, mostly to herself.
"Sounds like he was trying to protect you. Worried about how you would react to the truth. You had already suffered enough beforehand." Agent Coulson reasoned. "After all, we don't know anymore about you than you know of you. Which brings us on to the next thing." The man took the file from the girl's hands and placed it on the table.
"What happened with Loki tonight?" He said gently.
"Loki?"
"The Asgardian? The one we arrested?" The warrior!
"Oh. I-I don't know. He-he just grabbed me... he killed my-"The girl's eyes were flooding with salty tears at the memory. "Everyone ran away, and I was left and he grabbed me by the wrist. Hard. I-it hurt." Angel looked down at the same wrist: red and raw.
"Then he pulled me to where everyone was running to. He multiplied himself into copies to stop the people from escaping and made everyone kneel. I didn't want to be there, I-I tried to escape bu-"
"It's alright." The man soothed the crying panicked girl.
Angel was struggling to breathe through her sobs, but forced herself to continue. "One person didn't kneel though, and L-Loki, he shot a blue laser from his staff at the person, but then the man with the round shield came and the copies of Loki disappeared and I ran back to where *Vater was."
"Is that why you don't have any shoes on?" Agent Coulson asked looking under the table at her bare feet.
"They fell off." Angel remarked.
The man giggled slightly and looked back up at Angel.
"Did Loki say anything to you?"
"Well... yes." Angel frowned thinking about the warrior's words.
"What did he say?"
"He... he spoke to me... as if he knew who I was. He called me his queen."
"Have you met him before? Any memory of him?"
"Well... he has been in my... dreams." Angel almost whispered.
"You've dream't of him?"
"I... yes. But I have no idea who he is, I have no idea how he knows me, I don't know why he is even h-"
"It's alright Miss Amsel." Agent Coulson soothed the panicked girl once more. "You've been through a lot tonight. You answered enough questions for now." The man stood up from the desk clutching the grey file. "I will show you to your sleeping quarters."
With a light hand to her elbow, the Agent led Angel through more twisting corridors that were never ending, until he led her to a door.
"Here we are. I hope that it won't be too bad for you." Agent Coulson said kindly, the sort of kindness that was familiar to Angel, but hurt to remember it.
Like a gentlemen, The Agent opened the door and gestured Angel inside.
"Don't hesitate to shout if you have a problem." The man said before turning to walk away.
"Mr Coulson." Angel called.
"Yes Miss Amsel?"
"How do you know all these things, about me, about everything?"
"We're S.H.I.E.L.D. It's our job to know." And with that, the Agent turned a walked away.
Angel close the grey door to her sleeping quarters, now left alone with her troubled mind. The room was decent, but very grey. A simple bed with a metal frame, a chair and a door that led way to a small bathroom, also filled with the uncomforting grey. Angel sat on the springy mattress, isolating her mind once more.
Her hand lightly touched her stomach and she felt a mother's pain; her heart grew heavy with grief for her child that never lived, for her adoptive Father that was snatched from her brutally and for herself. Angel was all alone in the world now, fighting for what little she had left.
S.H.I.E.L.D may have answers, but a tonne of questions was now resting on the girl's head - ones that she would never be able to answer alone.
*Father