Fenrir's Night (Avengers Fan-Fic) Discontinued

Chapter Four

The ride was not pleasant.

It was as if my stomach had been left behind and filled with Bilchsteim.

It seemed like eons I had been in the tunnel.

My memory sparked when I’d been thrown in. This was a bridge to another planet, like the Bifrost I had heard my father speak of so many times, but it was out of place. I didn’t think about it much though. I was to busy trying not to throw up.

I can’t say how long it took for me to get out of the dreadful green whirlwind but as soon as I started to feel whole again I was dropping from the sky.

I remember flailing wildly around before smacking face first into the hard ground and blacking out.

I squeezed my eyes tight and rolled onto my back. I heard voices around me but I couldn’t make out what they were saying until a strong low voice sounded to my right “Hey, she moved! I think she’s alright.”

“How can she be?” Said another voice. “She just fell 600 miles!”

“What? You saying she came from space?”

I groaned. What in the Gods names were they talking about? I sat upright, opened my eyes and found myself surround by people.

I shuffled backwards my hands pushing hard against the ground.

Bright lights came from all directions and blurred my usually fantastic and precise vision. I blinked several times and when I opened my eyes again fully a hand reach out towards me.

“No!” I screamed, swatting the hand away. I jumped up and stepped backwards, right into someone. I spun around and hissed at the bearded man. He held up his hands and spoke gently “It’s okay, sweet.” I straightened up and he smiled as a pair of hands clamped down on my shoulders. I spun around again and with lighting fast reflexes took the mans neck between my hands and twisted until I heard a satisfying snap. I let the man drop and people screamed.

My chest heaved in and out as I looked around at my strange surroundings. Buildings towered above me everywhere. Skyscrapers I had only seen on parchment pierced the night sky. People all around with funny accents…

It can’t be… I thought. I grabbed the closest person to me by the collar of their shirt and yelled “I demand you to tell me my location!” I glared deep into the woman’s eyes and a second later she fainted.

That’s when I started to panic.

Or maybe that’s not the right word.

Within a minute the crowd of people had scattered and many, many, bodies littered the bright street.

I was shaking so hard I thought my skin would fall off. Groups of people were now jumping out of white and orange vehicles that were quite large; they didn’t pay attention to me though. They brought out beds with them and started to check on the fallen people around me. I was about to ask if I could help in any way when a blue vehicle with NYPD plastered on the side of it drove right in front of me nearly knocking me over. Two more followed and men started jumping out. I was soon surrounded… Again. 

The only difference was that these guys all wore the same thing and were all holding and pointing the same thing at me.

I had seen something like it before. My father had bought one back from one of his many ‘travels’.

He’d called it a gun.

He’d said it was used by humans.

I knew where I was.