Away We Go. (Avengers Fan Fiction)

Chapter 18

*Extra long chapter for you guys! (Well, at least for me). I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while... I hope this makes up for it!*

Calypso’s P.O.V.

“Two more days...” I muttered, slipping into the baggy t-shirt and sweat pants. Only two days until I was supposed to surrender myself to the agency. 48 hours. 2,880 minutes.  8, 294, 400 seconds. I knew they wouldn’t make a move even a millisecond before that. If it was one thing I learned, they never went back on their word. That’s the only reason I was currently walking the perimeter of the building with not so much as a stick to protect myself with. The cement was cool beneath my feet, the sand lingering on the pavement providing a soft contrast to the smooth surface. 

I looked up at the stars, wondering if Asgard was up there somewhere, twinkling in the sky. The Agency was clever, cunning and ruthless, but I knew they had no knowledge of magic. Of Asgardian gods.  No knowledge of grand palaces in the sky, of Kings, of Gate keepers, of rainbow bridges, of men that could turn blue... 

At first, I had doubted that what Thor told me of his home was true, but the reverence in his voice and the pure casualness in which he related such stories was enough to sway me. Plus his armor and his hammer (Mjöllnir, I think) was pretty solid evidence. 

Sighing, I kicked at a stray pebbled, watching as it flew into a nearby wall. It clicked, bouncing off and onto the ground. I was about to walk past it, when I heard the click again. I whipped my head around, to see that the pebble was in a different spot than a few seconds prior. 

I twirled in a circle, eyes scouring the back wall and the fence, but no one was around. Brow furrowing, I walked over and picked up the small rock, turning it over in my palm. I chucked it at the wall again, and it had the same effect as before, landing with a quiet ‘clink’ onto the cement. 

Suddenly, the rock disappeared from view, reappearing a good five feet in the air. It was...levitating. My pulse thundered in my ears, nervousness churning in the pit of my stomach. The rock flew, hit the wall, then fell to the ground. 

Unless I no longer had any control of my powers, the rock was moving on it’s own. Or someone was moving it. For a fleeting moment, I’d wondered if someone had escaped the inferno, but the spark was squashed when the rock flew and hit me square in the shoulder.   

I let out a scoff of surprise, stepping back, eyes darting around wildly from the roof to the ground and to the darkness beyond the fence. I took one more step, intent on making a run for it, when a pair of arms wrapped themselves around my torso, the hold painfully tight. Hands latched onto my wrists, pinning them to my sides. I knew there would be bruises in the morning, that is, if I lived to see them. They never went back on their word! But maybe I’d made them desperate...

The air began to shimmer as if it was above an open flame. I shrieked, vision beginning to swim as my surroundings blurred together. I struggled to break free from the crushing grip, but my powers seemed to have no effect. Before things completely fell into darkness, I caught a fleeting glimpse of...green?

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I groaned, rolling over onto my back. I cradled my skull in my hands, slowly working my way into a seated position. What the hell...?

The events of my last moments of consciousness came rushing back and I gasped, springing to my feet. I immediately regretted my decision, a wave of nausea clawing it’s way up my throat. 

“Please try and refrain from releasing your stomachs contents here. It’s a very small room and I know the smell tends to be quite foul,” a voice sneered, his way of speech a bit too formal. Almost like...