𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐒ˡᵃᵘᶠᵉʸˢᵒⁿ[discontinued]

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What if I told you we were never meant to meet?

It came to her suddenly when she looked at him. The words buzzed in her head like an unheard thought, but the words weren't hers. They didn't belong to her present, neither the past the way a memory was meant to belong. It hung in the air like a dangling star awaiting her reach, her attention, daring her to stare a little longer at the black-caped man across the hall.

What with all the stuffy uniform and helmet that felt like it was desperate to press the sides of her skull into one, she breathed heavily, brows furrowing at the man. Coal and grease hair slicked back, his palid features dusted from the battle he'd lost not too long before. And yet he stood as though he'd won everything, spine erect and shoulders pushed back. In contrast, his wrists hung within chains and cuffs.

He was—is a god. She had met his brother before, blond and sheening charisma, but never the younger one. She'd been there when news broke out New York was under siege by some so-called 'god', and she'd read multiple reports on him after joining the team, but nothing could beat her wide-eyed curiosity as he stood just ten feet across. Reduced to prisoner instead of his given name.

He never took her interest. As far as she knew, he glowed beneath the spotlight of bad reputations, egotistical speeches, and villainous antics vanquished by none other than her fellow teammates. He wasn't the kind you could befriend and ally with, she'd been taught, and she took it so by heart.

He froze, eyes narrowing as he sensed another pair of eyes on him. He was sure the attention had steered off him since Tony Stark and the secretary had started wrestling for the case, but he stood in paranoid knowingness that, still, there was someone else.

Eyes meeting another, he glanced through an armed guard's helmet, see-through glasses letting him in on a glimpse of fawn irises that darted too quickly from him the moment he caught them on him. He tilted his head in curiosity, his gaze now following their movement as they struggled to keep still. They sure looked far smaller than the other guards, he observed that much.

"Do it, Lang!" Tony's voice whisper-yelled through the Azraelle's earpiece, making her jump and glare at him from a distance. "Window's closing. Pull my pin,"

She heard Scott Lang's momentary struggle before a confirmation. "Here goes!"

Not too long after, Tony—belonging to 2012—convulsed on the floor, the machinery in his chest glinting with blue sparks, eyes wide as he felt its electrical shock surge through his body in a sharp, striking pain.

"Medic!" the recent Tony shouted, turning around uselessly. "Give these guys some help!"

Azraelle raised a hand to her already-covered mouth, pursing back a laugh just as she witnessed the tesseract case whiz on the floor all the way to their Tony's feet.

"Very inconspicuous, Scott, well done," she remarked, crossing over to Tony's side and pretending to re-tie her laces while giving Scott some time to climb up her hand.

She straightened herself and placed Scott on Tony's shoulder, concealing her laughter behind words as she followed him to where the back exit and stairs would be.

"Good job everyone. Meet me in the alley," Tony said, nearing the door. "Az, Scott, and I are gonna grab a quick slice,"

"You know that Gulliver movie with Jack Black?" Azraelle commented with a grin, "This sorta reminds me of—"

The door flew open right at Tony's face, the collision slapping his body backwards along with Scott and the tesseract case, crashing into Azraelle as they collapsed on the floor.

The familiar groans and complaints of Dr. Banner's Hulk invaded their ears, alerting Azraelle quicker than the other two. She rose quickly, eyes searching for the glowing blue cube.

A gasp slipped past her as she watched the very god she'd stared at previously take the tesseract into his grasp, looking up at Thor and Tony on the floor as a mischievous smile crept into the corners of his eyes.

A plan had hatched and Azraelle watched it grow slowly into the young god's face.

The blood drained from her eyes as she realised what he was planning to do. She stretched out her hand as her palm produced a violet glow, a hope, something that lit her small smile. It was meant to work, but it hadn't been for 5 years, and she cursed at herself for believing she could somehow conjure up some progress now. Instead, it engulfed her hand and burnt the gloves encasing her skin, eating away as it slowly reached to her palm.

"No!" a hoarse shout tore from her very throat, lunging forward at the god and grasping his arm before her body was swallowed by an overwhelming wave of nausea, her physicality disappearing from where she had been and being whipped into a tunnel-like throw made of electric blue clouds that lit her vision into momentary blindness.

It lasted only a second or two, but its after effects gnawed at her stomach as she gripped tightly onto the arm for security. It was the only sign of Earth or gravity or anything familiar at all. The floor was swept from beneath her feet the moment she clung onto him, leaving her flying through the air as a hand clawed onto her wrist.

Unsure if it was for safety or to ward her off, she clung back harder, knotting her feet with his as the weightless feeling in her chest started to sink—the very sign of their landing back on Earth, onto sand, warm and unwelcoming.

Unbeknownst to the two, a separate timeline was growing.

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