The Woman Out of Reality (Steve Rodgers x Reader)

⍟ Chapter 1 ⍟

You jolted awake, pulled into a swirling purple light that sucked you in before you even had a chance to react. When your senses cleared, you found yourself lying on a cold rock, stranded in the vast nothingness of space. Beside you, a man lay sprawled on the ground. You hurried to him, voice urgent and trembling, "Hey, are you okay? Where exactly are we?"

He turned his head slowly, eyes clouded with confusion and pain. "I am Loki of Asgard," he said quietly, voice laced with weariness. "I wished for death."

Loki? The name hit you like a shockwave, slowly settling into your mind. You remembered—you're Sebastian Stan's sister, playing his on-screen sister Rebecca Barnes. "Loki," you said, steadying your voice, "I'm Y/N Lilith Stan. I don't think I belong in this reality."

His brows furrowed deeply, confusion and concern swirling in his eyes as he struggled to process your words. The weight of the unknown hung heavy between you, and you fought to steady your breath, trying to gather your thoughts. "Okay. Okay," you murmured, running a hand through your hair—an automatic response to stress. "Loki, I need you to tell me what's happening. What can I expect? And most importantly... how the hell did I end up here?"

Loki glanced around nervously, shivering slightly as the vast emptiness of space pressed in on you both. "We are in space," he said, voice tinged with exhaustion. Then, with a mental facepalm, he added, "Of course we're in space. My apologies, my lady. I am out of sorts." You shook your head gently, offering a small smile. "It's alright. Take your time."

Shock flickered across Loki's face as he looked at you. "No one has ever shown me this much kindness," he admitted quietly, eyes cast down in shame. "I have done terrible things." You gave him a soft smile. "I know what you've done—I watched the Thor movie. But your father? He's an ass." His expression softened, and a small smile crept across his lips. Then realization dawned. "Movie?" he asked. You nodded. "In my reality, there are movies about this place."

The realization hit you like a freight train, and suddenly the tears came—uncontrollable, heavy sobs breaking free. Loki's eyes softened with sadness as he reached out, offering silent comfort. You leaned into his elbow, letting the tears fall freely, the weight of your memories flooding over you. "My brother, my mom, my dad, my friends, my supporters... all gone," you whispered brokenly.

After a long moment, you lifted your head and met his gaze. Though tired and injured, there was an undeniable strength in him—still, somehow, undeniably attractive. Without thinking, you pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. His shock was palpable.

"I think we're going to be very good friends," Loki said softly. You smiled back, "Me and Tom Hiddleston are great friends in my reality." Before he could respond, the sound of footsteps interrupted, and Loki's expression shifted to fear. You felt it too.

A towering figure clad in heavy armor, his skin a deep shade of purple, appeared before you. Without warning, he grabbed you by the hair, and panic surged through your veins as you screamed in terror. Loki's body tensed, as if ready to intervene, but you shook your head—signaling him to hold back. "I'll be fine," you whispered, trying to steady your breath.

You were dragged into a cave-like chamber where a legless creature shackled you to the wall. Your mind immediately went to the kinky—an instinctive way you used humor to keep calm in the darkest moments. You didn't beg or plead; logic dictated your silence, even as your thoughts raced with fear.

The figure with deep lines carved into his face chuckled softly. He looked like someone you might know—Josh Brolin. "I am Thanos," he said calmly, "and I need you to do something for me." You couldn't maintain the pretense of fear anymore, glaring at him with pure disgust. "I will never do anything for you." He smiled slightly. "I was hoping you'd say that."