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Previously:
The eight teenagers shuffle out and close the door behind them. Just as the men are about to talk, Jamie pops her head back in.
"Yo, you never gave us a name."
"Holmes."
She looks at me as if I need to say more.
"Uh, Amberlynne Holmes."
"Cool. See ya later Amber." She calls as she leaves again.
"I, uh. I prefer Holmes!" I call after her. "Never mind." I sigh.
Avengers Tower
"So that answers one question." The one man said.
"My name is Amberlynne Holmes. I come from 1914, however the year is now 2026. I am a detective with two partners, my father prefers that I drop my feeble job and act like a proper young lady. I was working on a case when my comrades activated a device, we were engulfed in a brilliant light then I was here. I'm not sure of much else. Might I inquire your names?"
"Yeah, okay. That answers my questions. I'm Tony Stark, just call me Tony." The second man said.
"Bruce Banner. But Bruce is fine." The one with glasses said.
"Alright. I'm in America 2026, yet I was just in England 1914. I would have to assume that the device sent us forward in time and to another country where a similar device is located but with there being three of us we were separated. Why would Lord Ikrum travel to the future? Why America of all places?" I start mutter to myself.
"What was that?" Tony asks.
"I simply said that I am now in the future and in America. That's not too hard for you to understand, is it chap?" I say popping the p.
"How?" Bruce inquires.
"If I had to assume, I would say that it was when one of my fellow detectives had touched something in the loft when I specifically said not to. I'm leaning more towards Lestrade because Watson has enough brains to listen to me. Lestrade most likely touched the device that brought us here, and it was not a pleasant experience might I say."
"Do you always use such lengthily explanations?" Tony asks me.
"I'm a detective. I deduce and explain."
"Yet you don't do short explanations."
"If I did you would never be able to understand me."
"Try me."
"Would the both of you settle down?" Bruce asks.
"As you wish. When can I get out of these garments and this room?" I ask, bored with my surroundings.
"Soon. We just have to run some tests to make sure you are fine and healthy considering what has happened to you." Bruce explained.
"Alright then. Test." I give my consent.
After a few hours of the men running their tests they declare me to be healthy. I'm aloud out of the room and Tony had agreed to help find a way to send me home. We take an elevator to another, more spacious floor. Bruce and Tony show me to the kitchen where I find the eight teenagers and more people.
"Hey Amber! What's up?" Jamie asks when she sees me.
"I prefer to be called Holmes." I respond.
"Yeah, now I have to call you something different then anyone else. So, to me, you are Amber."
"No way to convince you otherwise?"
"Nope."
"Alright."
"So. Guys, this is Amberlynne Holmes. She will be staying with us for a while, until I can get her home safely." Tony explains.
"Holmes, this is Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Thor, and Steve Rogers." Bruce tells me pointing at a man with short dirty blond hair, a woman with fiery red hair, a man with shoulder length blond hair, and finally a man with short blond hair.
"Sirs, Ma'am." I reply.
"Where are you from Amberlynne?"
"Please, I prefer to be called Holmes. To answer your question I am from London, England." I say and look to Tony wondering if I should tell them the year, or much else for that matter. He gives a slight shake of his head and I give my full attention back to the group.
"London huh?" Mr. Barton asks.
"Yes Sir."
"What do you mean, 'get her home safely.' Tony. You could just fly her home or get her a ticket." He asks Tony.
"She earned herself an apprenticeship, so technically, I can't send her home yet." Tony lies.
Mr. Barton looks to me and I follow suit with the lie.
"Yes. I am a junior engineer and mechanic. To have the opportunity to work with Tony Stark," I say as I look towards him, "would really help to boost my knowledge."
"What do you work on?"
"Motorcycles, mostly. I sometimes work on cars. I'm more at ease working with older vehicles which is why had obtained this apprenticeship. I hope to become more comfortable with newer cars and motorcycles."
"Why are you wearing a hospital gown?" Ms. Romanoff questions me.
"I wasn't feeling well and I'm not quite sure why I'm in this gown in all honesty."
"Jamie, can you take Holmes to the spare girls room? Let her pick some clothes?"
"Sure thing dad. Come on Amber." She says while leaving the room.
I give a nod to the room at large and then quietly follow Jamie out of the room and back to the elevator.
"So you not tellin' them that you're from the past?"
"No. At least I don't think your father wants me to."
"Huh, okay. Cool. Here we are."
She steps off the elevator and leads me to a room at the far end of the hall. I'm lead into the room and it's almost as big as the loft I was investigating before I came here. I don't have time to look around because Jamie takes my hand and pulls me over to a set of wooden mahogany doors that are maybe four feet in width and six-and-a-half feet tall, each. Then she opens them. I have never seen a closet this big or so much clothes in one place.
"Pick what you want and I'll let you know if it's suitable for 2026."
"Alright."
With that she shut the doors behind me in the closet. I quickly roamed through the closet and picked out some dark blue jeans that were comfortably tight, a deep red shirt with short sleeves, black socks with black boots that came up to mid-calf. Finally while I was walking around trying to find my way out while braiding my hair in an elegant side braid, starting on my left then resting over my right shoulder, I found a black leather jacket. I finished my braid then slipped on the jacket. It fit perfectly. I kept walking and passed a familiar rack then continued to the doors. I walk out and Jamie looks at me.
"Not bad. Dark skinny jeans, red t-shirt, black boots and leather jacket. What took you so long?"
"I may have been a little overwhelmed."
"More importantly, how did you choose the clothes so well."
"Simple. I observed. When you came in the medical bay and then in the kitchen."
"Right. Well come on, Steve made lunch. You like pizza and garlic bread?"
"Sure."
We head back to the elevator and the floor that everyone is waiting on. We head into the kitchen to serve ourselves then Jamie leads me to a living room where everyone is eating and watching a motion picture. I sat down between Jamie and Damion as we watch the film. Once it's over Jamie invites me to watch the teenagers do a dance routine. I look over to Tony with a questioning gaze.
"Go ahead. We'll start working tomorrow."
"Thank you."
I leave with the teenagers to observe them do their dance routine.
S.H.I.E.L.D Helicarrier
After my talk with Lestrade and we met Director Fury and Agent Hill, we followed her down a few halls and came to a stop outside of a few doors.
"Might I ask where we are?"
"You are outside of the rooms you will be staying in. Watson, you will be here. Lestrade, you will be just across the hall from Watson." Agent Hill says in a bored tone.
"How do we know what hall we are in, they all look identical to me. As do the doors, there are no numbers or signs." Lestrade inquires.
"You'll get used to it. You may be here a while."
"Bu-"
"No. No more talking. I need to do work and concentrate but I also need to keep an eye on the both of you, so, no, talking."
I close my mouth as she starts to walk down the hall away from us.
"Well, she seems, feisty." Lestrade says mockingly.
"Oh shut it."
We follow Agent Hill to an office, where, after a few quick instructions, we were using tablets. Lestrade was playing some game called Angry Birds while I was playing a game called Cause of Death. We continue to play our games until Lestrade is bored of Angry Birds so I point out a game called Criminal Case. After a few hours Agent Hill is done and says she was going to grab dinner. We follow her to a large room full of people and food. We are considerably the youngest people here and as we pass everyone, who I assume are all agents, we receive may looks, but when Agent Hill looks towards them, they turn and don't look at us again. She grabs a plate of food and gestures for us to do the same. Once we arrive at an empty table on the far side of the room she heaves a small quiet sigh. Almost too quiet to hear, but working with Holmes for seven years tends to sharpen your senses.
"Are you alright Agent Hill? You seem to be carrying quite a bit of stress at this moment. I would like to apologize for the behaviour of my comrade and I and how you have to watch us all of the sudden."
"Yes, I apologize also Agent Hill."
"It's fine. This is my job."
"Your job is to watch random teenagers that show up at your place of work?" Lestrade questions Agent Hill.
"No. My job is to listen and follow the orders of Director Fury."
"He's your boss?"
"Yes."
"What are you?"
"Pardon?"
"Your position. Holmes is our unofficial leader, Watson is our doctor and I think Holmes trusts him more-"
"That's because I listen when she says to do something."
"And I'm just there to help and complete the trio." Lestrade finishes as if I had not just interrupts him.
"Second in command." She says after a pause.
"I thought so, you have an air of authority. You may not always be appreciated and brush everything off as nothing, but there has to be something that bothers you. Something that you would rather do. Maybe claim the respect you deserve?" I question.
"What? How-?"
"When you work with a Holmes, you make a lot of assumptions and look for the smaller details. I'm by far not the beat but I've learned from the best of my generation."
"Are you complementing Holmes?" Lestrade asks with a smile.
"Don't tell her. She might hit me. Again."
"What is it you guys do?" Agent Hill asks.
"We're detectives. Before we came here we were working on a case. We split up in a loft and after a while I went to look for Lestrade. I found him and he looked frozen in place. I reached out to him as a light engulfed us. Not long after Holmes came and tried to get us out but got stuck along with us. Next thing I know, I'm waking in a medIcal place then being surrounded by men."
"And I, here." Lestrade chimes in.
"You keep saying Holmes. Like Sherlock Holmes?" Agent Hill asks.
"More like his daughter."
"So your John Watson's son?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Just call me Hill."
"Alright Hill. This food was pleasant, but I think I shall retire to bed now. Thank you for your time and hospitality."
"Yes, thank you. I know I am not the most pleasant person to be around but you have most likely dealt with worse. Good night Hill."
"Your welcome. Do you need help to find your rooms?"
"That might be for the best." I say with a small laugh.
"Alright, follow me."
We follow Hill down a few halls to the hall where we will be staying. She lead us down to the doors that are our rooms. We thank her again and retire for the night.
Avengers Tower
I watched them do their dance routine. Later we had dinner, sat for a bit then they practiced again. I was earlier instructed on how to operate a tablet. While they were practicing again I was making note on everything I had learned about my case. What I saw before I came here. Making notes on where my colleagues could currently be. I have a map of 1914 London, England overlaid by a map of Manhattan, New York. Trying to triangulate where they could have been sent. I heave a small frustrated sigh and set down the tablet. I close my eyes and lean back against the wall rubbing my temples.
"So, what do you think?" Damion asks.
My eyes fly open as the group turns around.
"Fantastic."
"You alright Holmes?" Jenifer asks.
"I'm fine. Just doing a little work."
"You should take a break, you look frustrated." Ethan points out.
"I'm am resting."
"We can see that." Tànne replies.
"So,"
"Why don't you try the dance?" Sàràh asks.
"You want me to attempt this dance?"
"Yeah, why not?" Luca questions.
"You said you have great observing skills. Jamie thinks you probably could, right Jame?" Cam turns to Jamie.
"Yeah. Come on Amber. I bet you could if you tried." Jamie insists.
"Do a quick run through again and I will humour you."
They do the dance again and I make sure to study them intently. Then Cam starts to do something a little more complicated, there's more twists to his body and he does a couple flips. Then he re-merges with the rest of the group and in a few minutes they finish their dance.
"Alright. Your turn." Cam says.
"As you wish." I reply.
They restart the song and Jamie helps me with the first couple moves. I listen to the beat and preform the moves I watched. When it came time for when Cam had separated I choose to do his dance to prove my observation skills. I finish the dance not long after and head over to pick up the tablet I was using but Jamie notices and grabs it before I can reach it. She makes sure to keep it out of my reach.
"How did you…get the…dance…so...perfect?" She asks while struggling to keep the tablet out of my reach. "Damion, catch!"
Instead of tossing the tablet to Damion she throws it to Cam.
"Cam," I start. "Give me the tablet."
"Uh,"
"Don't Cam. Just how Amber?"
"I observed! If you don't give it back, I will take it back!"
"Uh," Cam starts as he looks to Jamie.
Before anyone has the chance to answer I run and tackle Cam to the ground and wrestle the tablet from his grasp and jump back up. I starts to go over my work again then realize what I've done.
"I'm terribly sorry." I say as I reach out a hand to help him up.
"That. Was. AWESOME!" Damion yells.
"Yes. Well, it was a mistake. I don't plan on doing that again any time soon. Anyway, I believe I am going to retire for the night. G'night chaps." I say with a nod as I leave the practice floor and head to the room I would be occupying for Lord knows how long.
The last thing I need is to be tackling everyone who takes something from me. I walk over to the bed and instead of working more on trying to find my comrades I look up common day motorcycles. They're bigger for sure. I may have to really pay attention tomorrow so if anyone looks in on us I look like I know what I'm doing, at least I assume I will be working on motorcycles along with a way to get home. I release a huff and go back to my case. I've got the maps, I've gotten down what I remember from the letters, I've gotten down other evidence I remember, I've gotten Lord Ikrum's description, my companions descriptions, I've calculated that we've jumped 112 years into the future, so what am I missing? It has to be painfully obvious! I have to be over thinking. I get up from the bed and head to my closet. I go all the way into the back. Earlier I was instructed on how to use JARVIS.
"JARVIS?" I ask in a hushed tone.
"Yes Holmes?"
Huh Tony must have told his Artificial Intelligence I would need help.
"Could you display all that is on this tablet into physical form and enlarge it? I would much rather have it back here than on a small tablet."
These blue screens appear out of no where and hold all the information that I had, even two larger maps that I can physically overlay to try and triangulate.
"This is bloody brilliant! Are there holographic screens?"
"Yes they are. You will be working more with them tomorrow with Sir."
"Can they be operated like a tablet?"
"Yes."
"All I have to do is ask you to save it?"
"Yes."
"Alright, let's get to working!"
I work and work and work. I try new ideas, old ideas, impossible ideas. I overlay, I cut up, I move, I do everything I can think of to the maps. I read and re-read everything. Next thing I know, Tony is looking for me.
"Holmes? You in here kid?"
"In the closet." I call back.
He walks in all the way to the back where I am.
"Did you work all night?" He asks.
"What time is it?" I question back.
"Almost nine in the morning." He tells me.
"I guess I did." I quip back. "Don't worry, I've worked through the night plenty of times before. So what will we be working on Tony?"
"Well first we have to get you familiar with motorcycles and cars. Then, we'll start with the device." He says as we step onto the elevator.
"It was not a lie. I do work on motorcycles, usually when I'm not working on a case or when I'm bored and need something to do or when I just need to clear my head while working on a case. My father would prefer I stop everything I do and act like a normal girl, but hey, you can not please everyone."
"Touché." He says as we step off onto another floor which I presume to be his lab, or garage, or both.
"Okay, well just invade anyone comes down while we're working, we'll work on a bike from the fifties." He says.
"Alright."
We set to work on a pair of 1956 Ducati 98 Sport.
"So what did the device looI like?"
"It was hard to see because it was so bright and I was focused on pushing my comrades to safety, but I did see it was a large, flat disc."
"Any wires, bumps?"
"Not that I could see. It was smooth, but there had to be a port for the light."
"Alright. How about the positioning? Angled? Flat? Too bright to see?"
"I believe it was flat, but yes it was rather bright to get a clear image of how it looked."
Tony falls silent, pondering what little information I could offer. I continue to work on the bike until Tony tells me to get up and follow him. We walk over to a sleek car.
"It's a 1992 McLaren F1. I want you to work on this car." He tells me.
"Alright?"
Before I start I look it up. I need to know what I'm doing to what vehicle. After reading about the 1992 McLaren F1 I start to work on the engine. I was underneath the car when Luca and Jamie came in.
"Dad. Are you ever going to release her?" I hear Jamie ask.
I hear something fall and crash then Tony replies, "What? Release who?"
"Holmes. Dinner should be ready soon." Luca answered.
"Yeah sure."
"Where is she?"
"Over here!" I call rolling out from under the car.
I get up from the creeper I was using and walk over to them.
"Dinner time so soon?"
"Yeah but you might want to clean up." Jamie says as we head up a couple floors to the kitchen.
"That would be nice." I laugh.
I finally realize that I'm hungry so I just throw on clean pants and a clean shirt then head back to the receive more than a few comments about the grease and oil stains I have all over my face. After dinner I hop into a quick shower, dry off, and head back to watch a movie. After the movie I head back to my room and work a little on my case, although, this time I have JARVIS shut everything off at a certain time and I head to bed. This is my routine for about two weeks. I'm starting to worry that I won't find Watson and Lestrade and find our way home. Without a proper description of the device Tony and I are at a stalemate.
S.H.I.E.L.D Helicarrier
Hill, Lestrade and I all happen to form a small routine and, dare I say it, family. Hill is a respectable woman that is like an older sister, she has become protective of Lestrade and I, and Lestrade has always been like a brother to me, we grew up together. We wear normal clothes for the year and Lestrade and I have begun to pick up and American accent. As exiting as this is, I'm afraid to say it scares me. We should have found Holmes by now. But then what if she was never transported here? How will we ever find her?
"I'll be right back boys. I have to debrief some agents for their mission."
"Alright, see you when your back." Lestrade responds, to engrossed in his game, or thoughts.
"What kind of mission, Hill?"
"One that I can't tell you about, or I would bring you along. I'm sorry but I need to go now."
"Right, well we'll see you once you return."
"I'll be back soon."
About an hour later Hill returns and says we're leaving the ship.
"How? I thought we were in the air."
"We need to land."
"So we can look at New York?"
"Yes. And we're going to get something to eat in town. I've talked to Director Fury, we can stay in a hotel and look around more tomorrow if you guys would like."
"Really! That would be awesome!"
"Well then, we should head out."
We walk down hallways and make lots of turns and go down a couple floors. We all load into a vehicle and drive out. Lestrade and I are practically glued to our windows trying to look at everything. We went to a restaurant to eat, went sight seeing then checked into a hotel. We each got a room and went to sleep. The next morning we checked out of the hotel and went sight seeing again. Hill was talking to Lestrade about something in the park we were in and I started to walk away. I found myself on a sidewalk and my gaze was drawn to a large building the had the word 'Avengers' on the front. Next thing I knew I was at the doors. I turned around and not knowing where I came from decided to continue, however I think I saw Lestrade before I entered the building. I found a staircase and just went up. I lost how many flights I must have taken. My legs get sore so I stop and exit through a door. I wander around for a bit before I actually run into someone. Literally. I ran into a girl and we both tumbled to the ground.
"I'm terribly sorry, miss?"
"Uh, Jenifer. But I'm fine. Are you British?"
"Is it obvious?"
"Your American accent could use work."
Next thing I know we're talking and walking somewhere.
"Yo Jen, that you?" Another feminine voice calls.
"Yeah."
"Who are you talking to?"
"Uh,"
The other girl comes out of a room and another follows shortly after.
"Well?"
"Uh," this time it was me.
"Wait a bloody minute. Watson? Is that you?" The second girl asks.
"Uh, yeah. Who-wait! Holmes?!"
"WATSON!" She yells before tackling me in a hug. "I was Beginning to think I would never find you, or Lestrade. Wait. Where is Lestrade?"
"Uh, somewhere with Hill, they were talking and I might have wandered off."
"You left Watson? Are you nuts! I've been looking everywhere for you guys. We're going out, I can't loose him when he's so close Watson. Where were you before you came here?"
"I'm sorry, I can't help. I wasn't paying attention Holmes. I was a little overwhelmed by being outside for a day, we haven't had the chance to get out before now."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why couldn't you get out before? And who is Hill?"
"Because we were flying. Hill is a woman that was watching Lestrade and I."
"So we've lost Lestrade?" She asks so quietly, and, broken. Holmes never sounds broken.
"I'm sorry, please forgive me. Please Holmes, it wasn't my intention." I say softly.
"I. I. Don't, no I don't blame you." She hugs me tight and I feel a small wetness on my left shoulder.
I've crushed her. I have actually brought the strongest girl I know to tears. God! I'm stupid! Why wold I do that! I look up and see Jenifer and her friend move away mouthing something about giving us space, they haven't noticed her tears, that's good. She doesn't like crying, and I did this to her. I was with a boy she considers her second brother, and I left him with someone who is a complete stranger to her. I just hug her back tightly.
"I'm sorry Holmes." I whisper into her hair.
So, Holmes is a strong girl that was separated from everyone she knows and loves. She was thrown through time with no way back and separated from her best friends that are like brothers. Lestrade is so close but Watson can't remember how to find him and Hill has gotten quite close to the boys. How will Hill and Lestrade react to loosing Watson? Will Homes keep it together? How will Holmes explain Watson's presence in the tower? Any ideas? Love to hear them! Thanks!