HeartBound {Avengers Fanfic}

Chapter 1: Extraterrestrial

Please note that Marvel owns all rights to most of the characters in this story. I merely own a few OC characters and the plot. No copywrite infringement intended. Also, my knowledge of Marvel is limited to the database and movies. Not everything will be by the book. I took a few creative liberties along the way. If there's anything wrong, both grammatical or informational, please send a comment my way. All feedback is appreciated greatly. Thanks to all.

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"I don't know if you've ever noticed this, but first impressions are often entirely wrong. Your initial opinion on just about anything may change over time."

–Lemony Snicket

Freyja stared wearily out the window of her small ship as she grew closer to Midgard's surface. She was roughly a hundred miles from the north-eastern coast of the northern American continent and was steadily growing closer by the minute. She brushed her unruly black hair out of his eyes, the transmitter to the radio she had installed last time she had been to the Realm still in her hand. It had been so very long since she had been to the Realm of the humans that she was not quite sure how to begin. A sigh escaped her lips, the sound more weary than resigned, and she went with what had been acceptable on her last visit.

"Headquarters-actual. This is hotel-echo-India-delta at ninety-two miles off your coast, requesting permission to land and stock up on some iron rations. Over."

Silence was the only response to her transmission and she tapped the radio worriedly. It had survived a decent amount of time, she thought to herself, it wouldn't be too surprising if it broke down now. Making sure she had done everything correctly, she repeated her request and then did so in French, German, and Spanish. Worried at the silence that greeted her announcement, she wondered if her message was being received at all. She sighed and replaced the transmitter, determined to continue towards land.

One hundred and fifty-six miles away, at the Triskelion, Agent Maria Hill listened to the strange message on the radio. She had been monitoring all unauthorized aircraft approaching the U.S. when she heard the transmissions. Turning up the volume, she listened to the feminine voice on the other end. She turned to the agent next to her.

"Alert Director Fury," she said shortly.

The agent nodded and rushed off to find the Director. In his absence, Agent Hill turned to another agent in her group.

"Agent Johnson, any information on the source of that transmission?"

Johnson, a brunette man in his late thirties, looked baffled at her question, "Not at all. The radio being used hasn't been standard issue since the First World War and, from the looks of the satellite images, the ship itself is not a known model. I've never seen anything like it before."

"A new prototype?"

He shook his head, "I doubt it. From what the satellites are showing me, the technology behind the structure itself is far ahead of our times."

"Agent Hill, what is Agent Marshall going on about?" Director Fury's voice came from behind the agents, causing them all to jump to their attention.

"There's an unidentified jet not a hundred miles from our coast requesting permission to land, sir."

"What model?"

"We don't know, sir."

He stared at her with a look of sheer disbelief. They were an intelligence agency that worked over the government, after all, and jet models shouldn't have been a matter of confusion for them. Add that to the fact that it had only been a year since Earth's last visitor and repairs had only recently been finished, the idea of an 0-8-4 visitor was not particularly pleasant. They couldn't afford to have another mentally unstable alien terrorizing the cities.