THE OTHER CHRISTINE

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Y/ns Pov
I wake up to being in this case with America, she was banging on the glass.

I quickly stand up and look around at our surroundings, we were in a lab.

"This universe sucks" America exclaims.
"You can say that again" I say as I lean against the glass.

"Cloak?" Stephen said spinning and trying to make a portal, but he has something stopping his powers.
But I dont, so I try to use them, but I get a throbbing headache, but thanks to my healing powers it quickly goes.

So I can't use my fire, water or wind powers, as I need to summon them with concentration of the brain, but because of the headaches I'm getting I can't really.
If only I had a plant.

"Hey" Stephen says, then knocks on the glass ,"Hey lab coat. Where the he'll are we?" He asked.

"Look, I don't know who you are, or what you think you're trying to do here, but these situations don't usually... Work out well for the nameless scientists, so just-" Stephen protested, but got cut off when the women turns around.

It was ,"Christine?" Stephen questioned.
"Hello Stephen " she said.
"Ay dios" America breathed out.
"Miss Chavez" She said bowing her head to me.
"Y/n" she said.
"Peasent" I muttered, only America could hear and she snickered.

"Uh, to answer your question, you are in a highly secure research facility. The three of yo-" She started to explain but I cut her off ,"FOUR! four of us" I really hate this Christine.

"Right... Four of you, along with your sentient Cloak, are here for surveillance and testing" She further explained.
"Do we look like test subjects?" I asked.
"You do, anyway" she responded.
"I'm not a mirror" I respond rolling my eyes.

"Wait, testing?" Stephen asked waiting for confirmation.

"Well, yes. You're visitors from another universe. You're magnetic signatures could be radioactive, you may be carrying diseases we just don't have treatments for. Hence, these amazing polycarbonate fish bowls" she says.

"Just so we're clear I technically don't carry diseases, healing powers, can't die from anything but old age" I trail off.

"I get that, yes but we can't risk you near any plants" Christine said turning to Stephen again as he spoke.

"I assume I have you to thank for these?" He quoted gesturing to the hand cuffs that block of our powers.

"Yes. I developed those using the Sands of Nisanti. One of 838 Stephen's magical relics" she says.

"838 Stephen? Is that some kind of cyborg me, or.." Stephen scoffs alittle at hearing this.

"Our universe is 838, and we've designated yours 616" she proclaims.

"Oh. You guys sure must know a lot about the Multiverse if you got someone going around naming realitys" Stephen says, making a fact not a statement.

"Yes. Me. I'm a senior fellow with the Baxter Foundation, and I specialise in Multiversal research" she says, walking to a laptop.

"So, How'd you end up working here?
Wherever here is" Stephen asked.
"Well, I volunteered. At your funeral" She says.

"Thank you for going" Stephen thanked her.

"Your injuries, they're similar, but they're not identical. It's fascinating" she exclaims.

"What were we to eachother in this universe?" Stephen questions.
"We never quite figured that out" she answered.

"Yeah?" Stephen mumbled.
"Well that's somethingwe got in common" he continued, in a low voice.

She just chuckles.
"Christine, you gotta let us out of here" Stephen said ,"Everyone's in real danger. Look, I know you don't know me..." Stephen continued but she cut him off ,"And I don't want to".

"Well that's bitchy" I whisper to America and she nods.

"Whatever I was to you in your universe does not matter" she protests.

"Why not?" Stephen asked.
She sighs and walks up to his cage of glass thingy "Because your dangerous, Stephen" She explained.
I scoff at this.

"Someone from my universe want both of those girls, and shes gonna rip this place apart atom-by-atom until she gets what she wants. So I don't care if your from the Avengers or S.H.I.E.L.D-" Stephen gets cut off by Mordo ,"We're neither.

"Well what then, Hydra?" Stephen questions.

"The illuminati will see you now" Is all Mordo says and Stephen's handcuffs connect together.

"As in that like, triangle thingy that looks like the Deathly Hollows from Harry Potter?" I ask and they don't answer, just walk off.

"I was sorta thinking that aswell" America said from behind me.

I smile and we sit down talking about anything we would've liked to do instead of being locked up


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