And the death knocks

Chapter 1 - Earthling

„Don't you fear the dead?" A quite voice in my head tells me. I remember that voice. It's her.

Why don't we start at the very beginning of my new life. I was a 22 year old women with the dream of living in New York City. I mean, if you can make it here you can make it anywhere. I had just finished my second day of my new job. I worked as a law assistant for a very common and wealthy agency. Better know as „Mueller and Flinch". I already worked for that specific agency when I still lived in Norway. By the way, that's my home country. Norway, nothing special just a country full of coldness and ice. Anyways, my shift ended at 5pm and I was on my way to the bar I usually spend most of my time, if I am not working on cases. As soon as I entered a women caught my attention. She was sitting on a table with a few other people. One of them looking like a greek god with gorgeous blonde hair and arms as big as the wheels of my car. Two of them looking like crazy physics nerds but not the hot kind of physics nerd, which was also in advanced math and the head of the baseball team. No, more like the creepy, old kind of physics nerd. Then there was a women, beautiful, red hair. Looking like she would kill you if you'd stare too long.

But the other women caught my attention. I couldn't really see her face but her posture showed confidence and strength. Her hair was just right above her shoulder, bouncing when she laughed. She seemed cute but mysterious at the same time. I shook my thoughts off and headed straight to the bar and ordered vodka on the rocks with a slice of lemon. I grabbed my backpack and took out my calendar to go through my schedule for the upcoming week. Well, what did I expect other than work and meeting clients, making coffee for my boss and reading files all day long. I ran my fingers trough my hair and sighed. Suddenly I hear a feminine voice on my left.

„This looks like a ton of work, must be stressful." I turned my head slightly to my left and saw the red head. She had a raspy voice, her perfume smelled powerful and independent.

„I'm used to it, no big deal." She smiled because of my dry answer and reached for a beer behind the bar. I watched every movement of hers. After grabbing the bottle she brought her attention back to me. „Hm, you're new in New York City, aren't you?" She got me right away. It took me a second to react. „That obvious?", I said with a slight smile. Now, that we talked more than two sentences we already got the attention from her group. I feel trapped, all these eyes are on me and her right now. It feels like the entire bar is looking at us. Following our conversation, waiting for something to happen. But what should happen? We're just talking. „I recognise someone who's not from around here. I guess you just got lucky meeting me." I reached for my glass and took a sip, not breaking eye contact with her. What is her next move, I asked myself. Suddenly I hear one of the men calling her. „Natasha, we need to go." Oh no, did I just chat with the Natasha Romanoff, alias Black Widow? What a crazy day.

It's Friday and the week has been exhausting and pretty stressful. I was looking forward to meet my friend Mr. Vodka-on-Ice tonight in my usual bar. I kind of hoped that I saw the red head again. My research was giving me a lot of information about her and her team. They are called „Avengers", sounds like a super hero organisation to me. I knew that New York had some serious problems with criminals and heists but superheroes? Anyways, I shook the thought off and went straight to my bar. As soon as I opened the door, I heard a loud bang right behind me. I was fighting myself, unsure to turn around or just keep going inside the bar. Like the stupid human I am I decided against option B and turned around. I couldn't believe my eyes, I thought I would've still be asleep. A green guy with black messy hair walked past me followed by a strange figure in a red, silver and golden suit. I rubbed my eyes but they were still there. My head wasn't fast enough to think about the situation I just found myself in. As I looked into the sky I saw a giant jet, kinda like in Star Wars.

„What the actual hell?"

Just about a second after I saw all of this, I was blasted into mid air and with me a whole building. I couldn't see anything until a flying red microwave caught me and brought me back on solid ground. My knees were weak and I lost my purse. Yes, I was worried about my purse, I practically lived out of it. As I looked to my right I saw a young boy and her mother struggle to get out of a burning car, so my dumbass decided to rescue them. I was running as fast as my shaking knees would take me.

„Get us out of here, help us!" The young lady said. I tried everything to open the door but it was flaming hot. After a few kicks with my foot I managed to get them out. „Run, get out of here!" I screamed at them. I heard a familiar voice behind me. „Good job, but look at your hands, they need medical support." It was the red head. Natasha Romanoff. „Yeah, thanks I feel it." I replied to her with a smile. Long story short, the Avengers managed to catch the bad guys who started all of this.

I was brought to a guy called Bruce Banner, he was actually the big green guy named Hulk. As I sat in their so called „Quinjet", I saw that my gym got destroyed. „Oh no, what the hell!" „What's the matter earthling?", a muscular, blonde guy asked. Apparently he's a god called Thor. „Did Justin Bieber just call me earthling?" I asked with a serious expression. „I already like her." Came from Tony Stark who was flying the jet. „I used to train in that gym like 6 times a week after work and before work, it's the nearest by...". „Don't worry, your block got destroyed anyways and Romanoff here told us she knows you. You can stay at our compound." Tony Stark said without looking at me. „I am not sure if I can accept that offer" I said with my eyes located at my injured hands. „Yes, you can." I heard Natasha say from in front of me. She looked so goddam stunning even though she had a few scratched across her face. I reached for her cheek, to check her injuries. „That looks painful, are you okay Romanoff?". Just as we looked eyes Bruce interrupted us by painfully squeezing my hands. „Ouch, what the hell!" Natasha laughed and we all headed off to the compound. The compound was a massive building located in the middle of New York, very impressive. As soon as we arrived a girl named Yelena, Nataschas younger sister guided me to my room on 41st floor. As I walked across the hallway I recognised a familiar name on the door. „Natasha Romanoff". Her door was decorated with a Russian flag, memes and her symbol of Black Widow. „Nice door decoration you got there, Romanoff" I said laughing to myself. 

AN: Hey, thanks for reading that 1,312 words. I really appreciate it.