This is the next chapter. I hope to upload one more after this before I go on vacation, but we'll see. Thanks for the reviews I got, they made me happy. Onward with the story!
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"Who are you and where did you come from?"
Korra looked at the man. Then she looked around her, at the tiny room.
"Is there someplace we can go that's more comfortable? And maybe I could get some water and healing supplies? I am a little injured here." Korra stated, matter-of-fact.
The man didn't budge, just stood there with his arms crossed and glared at her.
"I mean you no harm, I promise. I was sent here to protect whatever world this is, and if you don't mind, I would like to see a little of what I might be responsible for."
The man raised his eyebrow at this. "I have seen what you are capable of. You say you mean no harm, but how do I know after your earlier display?"
Korra furrowed her brow. What did he mean? Earlier display? She didn't remember doing anything.
The confusion must have shown on her face because the man sighed. "I see we each have a story that the other wants to hear. Very well, I will go first. We found you—"
Korra interrupted. "Are you sure that we can't go somewhere that's not so cold? We can go the easy way or the hard way."
The man smirked at her. "This is a metal containment cell, I doubt your going anywhere."
Korra looked at him. We'll see about that. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the earth in the metal around her, just like Lin had taught her. With a screech, she bended a large metal hole in the side of her cell. She heard the man jump back, cursing. She stepped through, glancing up and down the long hallway. She turned back to the hole in the wall.
"Like I said," she smiled. "The easy way or the hard way. Now, point out a good place to talk, please." The man glared at her and then stepped out using the door. She bent the metal back into place, smoothing it out with a wave of her hand.
The man led her through many hallways, to a larger room with more furnishings. Korra sank into a cushy armchair, sighing at her tired muscles. The man set a glass and pitcher of water down in front of her, along with some bandages.
Korra practically groaned in happiness. With a practiced flick of her wrist, her hand was gloved in water. She placed it over her more irksome injuries, channeling her energies to make the water glow a healing blue.
The man in front of her stared at the water, watching as her injuries closed up with barely a mark. Then he snapped out of whatever he was thinking about and returned to all business.
"Like I was saying earlier, we found you in by a lake where some people saw you floating. They went to pull you out, and you reacted violently by throwing them back and glowing. Water, fire, earth, and air were swirling around you and no one could talk to you. I was called in to deal with it, and we tranquilized you and brought you in. Now you need to explain to me why you are here so I can determine if you are a threat or not. Explain yourself."
Korra rolled her eyes, reaching for a bandage to wrap around a particularly nasty cut on her arm. "My name is Korra. I am the Avatar. That thing you say with the glowing eyes is called the Avatar State. I died in my last world after defeating a man named Amon who was trying to make everyone equal by taking away their bending. My past life Avatar Aang appeared to me and told me that I was needed to help in another world. I agreed. So here I am." Korra grinned cockily. "And there's nothing you can do about it!"
The man in front of her raised an eyebrow. (Korra was quickly realizing that this man didn't have a wide range of emotions.) "Who is the Avatar? What is bending? And what do you mean when you say past life?"
Korra rolled her eyes again, but launched into an explanation. "The avatar is a person who can bend all four elements, which is something no one else can do…"
After all questions were answered, and the man introduced himself as Director Fury, she was given several envelopes, called files, to read. Something about Avengers. Director Fury left, saying he had something to take care of. Korra quickly scanned the files, noting that some of these people were just weird. A green giant man? A god of thunder? What did you get yourself into, Korra?
When she was done, she shoved the files away from her. Crossing her arms, she looked around the room. Now what?
Korra sat there for a while, dozing off every now and then. But, true to her curious nature, she wandered to the door and poked her head out. Looking around, she saw no one in the hall. She ducked back into the room and swiped up a container of water that had a cap.
Self defense, she thought craftily. If her assumptions were correct, then this world didn't have any bending, which meant she was even more of a rarity. Awesome.
She stalked through the halls, nearly silent on the hard flooring.
Time to see what this world is all about.
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Twenty minutes later and Korra was seriously doubting that there was any natural light anywhere in this strange place. She came to another fork in the hall and stood there for a moment. On one side the floor sloped up, and the other sloped down.
Upwards. That should be where the so far non-existent sun is. Korra thought. As she ghosted along the halls, she could hear more people talking. So far she had only seen a few guards, but they paid her no mind. She followed the voices, and came to a more open part of the hall. Then she was suddenly on a balcony that overlooked a huge room. There were big square screens everywhere, and people scurried back and forth.
But what really got Korra, what made her jaw drop, were the windows. They went from floor to ceiling, and all she could see were clouds. And blue sky. There was no way… They were flying?
How could something this big be in the air? Korra felt the sudden desire to have fresh air, to get out of the too-clean air she was in and feel the sun on her face. Her breathing sped up as she searched for an escape.
There! A sudden rush of warmth pushed by her as a door opened. She raced for it, not caring that she knocked people over.
She slid out the small opening, breathing in the fresh air. She stepped out onto what could only be called a platform, the harsh wind blowing her hair into her face. Spitting out the strands, she walked to the edge.
"Whoa!" she yelped. They really were flying. She stood there at the edge, transfixed by the view. The ocean spread out far below, glinting in the warm sun.
Abruptly, someone grabbed the back of her shirt and yanked her away from the edge. They turned her around, and Korra came face to face with a furious Director Fury.
"What were you thinking? You could have fallen off!" The Director shouted.
Korra folded her arms. "I wasn't going to fall, if that's what you mean."
Director Fury scoffed. "And what if you had? Never mind. Follow me." And with that, he was striding across the platform, Korra jogging along in his wake.
Upon reaching the other side of the platform, Fury stopped suddenly, and Korra almost ran into the back of him. She let out an undignified yelp.
"Hey! A little more warning next time, ok?"
Fury just raised his eyebrow at her. She raised hers right back. Then he turned away and stood with his arms crossed in front of him, facing out towards open air. Korra unconsciously copied his stance.
They stood there for a few moments, before Korra, already bored, blurted, "What are we doing?"
"Waiting." Replied Fury curtly.
"For what?" Korra inquired, curious.
"You'll see."
Korra harrumphed and resumed her stance. She heard a distant whirring sound that grew louder with each passing second. Then, from underneath the platform, a small aircraft spun upwards. The sudden gust of air buffeted Korra back and she had to resort to airbending to keep her balance. Fury, on the other hand, was having no trouble.
The small vessel landed on the platform, and the blades on top came to a stop. Korra watched as six people jumped down, striding forward to meet Fury.
As they got closer, Korra recognized them as the people in the files she had read earlier. The man I front had something glowing under his shirt, and he was about Korra's height. He stopped in front of her, sizing her up. Korra crossed her arms across her chest and stared right back.
"Is this the kid?" Tony Stark asked.
"Yes," replied Fury.
"She seems kind of young," said Natasha Romanov.
"Yes, but she's pretty powerful." Stated the Director.
"Really?" said Steve Rogers. "Like what?"
"Uh, hello? She is right here, and the 'kid' has a name. Its Korra." Korra bit out, annoyed.
"Feisty, aren't you?" Said one bespectacled Bruce Banner. Then he grinned kindly at her. She smiled right back.
"She has spirit, this strange clothed Midguardian," boomed Thor, God of Thunder.
"Yes, well, we have yet to get her properly clothed," sighed Fury. "She ran off to explore. Now, let's continue this conversation inside, shall we?" He turned around and walked off, expecting Korra and the Avengers to follow.
Korra stuck her tongue out at his back, making Tony laugh.
"Is he always like this?" asked Korra.
"Yep," said Tony, "You get used to it."
Korra made a face at that.
"We should probably follow him, before he gets too mad," stated Steve. And with that, they all trooped inside for what they hoped would not be a long meeting.