Stuck in Avengers!

I am Not Pleased

S.H.I.E.L.D POV:

Coulson stood inside the small, shadowy white room the girl was being held in. There was no information on her, and the tests taken from her still weren't available for analysis. "How's she doing?" a voice asked from the small doorway. Clint stood in it, and almost filled the entire space. "That arrow you fired really seemed to knock her out. Doctor said that she'd be awake in around 30 minutes to an hour." Coulson confirmed, and Clint nodded. "She gets to sleep. That's not fair." He grumbled, and the other agent sighed. "Just go back to your nest." suggested. Spinning around, Hawkeye quickly strolled back down the hall. "Geez kid, do us all a favor and wake up soon, okay?" Coulson asked, taking a final look at the girl before turning to leave. 

Cyril POV: 

Oh God I think I'm gonna throw up. As soon as I woke up, I convulsed, coughing and retching. Though I didn't vomit. Shakily, I supported my upper body with my right arm, lifting myself up into a sitting position. Blood stained the lower hem of my right pant leg. "Damn you Barton," I hissed, remembering the feeling of being struck before the portal closed. Bracing myself for the worst, I quickly pulled up the hem, and found a strip of gauze wrapped around my ankle. A pale splotch of blood had faintly seeped through, and peeling the bandage off, I found a rather unpleasant surprise. Aside from the blood, which was bloody, I found that the skin surrounding the puncture was a whole combination of colours. Blue, green, and yellow were mixed in my skin throughout the area. Even my veins looked weird. They looked...blackish blue. Definitely not normal. Smacking myself on the forehead, I fell backward. "Of course the arrow was poisoned. That would make total sense, considering a whole group of people noticed a portal get opened by one single girl. Why wouldn't they use chemicals to subdue her?!" I ranted sarcastically to myself. "I'm so done with everyone's' shit," I snarled, and swung my legs over the bedside. Not bothering to be gentle, I stood up and started to walk towards the door. Falling against it, I panted and gritted my teeth against the grinding pain pulsing through my right ankle. I found that the door was locked, and quickly clicked the lock out of place. An eerie silence had settled in the halls, and I couldn't help but be mildly disturbed. "I swear to god if a zombie jumps out a me..." I grumbled, but trailed off after I found what seemed to be a sort of break room. Coffee, donuts, and other good breakfast foods sat on a table and were scattered across the counter tops. What made me wary of the situation was that the room's door was already open. If I step through, then I feel that there is a bit of a risk where I will get pumped full of bullets, or tackled, or drugged, the list goes on and on. Ugh, my brain is so not ready for this. Summoning my Katar, I clenched it tightly before zipping into the room, grabbing a pitcher of water, and zipping back out again. Of course, zipping is referring to the super speed, and that was the safest way to get my drink. I tightly gripped the pitcher's sides and starting to chug. Still drinking, I leaned back against the wall. "Pretty thirsty, huh?" someone asked from the doorway. Glancing over angrily from the pitcher which was still upturned at my lips, I saw Coulson standing in the doorway. My Katar was dangling around my wrist, so I quickly slurped the rest of the water before dropping the thing. Quickly swiping a clothed wrist across my mouth, I gripped my weapon and caught my breath. "You know, I have a sort of policy. That policy is that I really don't like it when I'm threatened, and that's pretty easy to see. In fact, people are usually too smart to try. In general, I don't really like when I fall out of control at all. You sir, have violated my little policy. You better have a damn good reason why," I fumed, putting a foot forward and slightly lifting the katar. In response to my little episode, Coulson only gave a little smile and motioned for me to follow him into the room. Zipping back into the room, I stood in front of the refrigerator. Jerking it open, I found food heaven. It's too beautiful for descriptions. I spread my arms in a T formation and my legs in an X, I stood protectively in front of my new prized possessions. There appeared to be other people in the room too. Clint stood on the right side of the door, and a few agents that I didn't care about where scattered about that same wall. Small room, small amount of agents. over my face. Before Coulson could speak to me, I snapped my head in Clint's direction. "You!" I hissed, "You're the bastard asshole that shot me!" for added emphasis, I stomped my injured foot, sending searing pain up an down my leg. "We have some questions we'd like to ask you," Coulson began before Clint could fire back, and I nodded. "Just have a seat at the table, and we can begin. Oh, and feel free to help yourself to the food," he added, as I slipped into the seat. "Drop the weapon," one of the agents barked angrily as I lifted it in the air. I was only going to set it on the table! Whipping around, I glared harshly, and sent an image of their twisted, bloody body into their head. The agent gasped loudly, before pointing a gun at me. "Whoa whoa whoa, calm down everyone!" Coulson talked over the impending chaos, and I turned back to face him. "Remove that fuck face from the room, and I'll ponder it a brief moment," I bargained irritatedly, pointing over my shoulder and the agent practically emanating anger. Once they were out of the room, I sat back and reached for another water pitcher. "What were you doing at the site of the Hammer?" Coulson questioned as he handed me a large glass to fill. Shrugging my shoulders, I filled up the cup and took a sip. "I'm going to need more than a shrug to answer these questions." he chuckled, and I glared. "How did you manage to overpower those men? That stunt you pulled at the end was interesting." he mentioned, leaning forward on with his elbows on the table. "And after that, one of my agents happened to see you appear in an alley near Jane Foster's van. You opened up another..what did you open up?" he asked and I groaned. "Why are you wasting your time questioning me? Shouldn't you be focusing on the god that you just let get away? I mean seriously, talk about irresponsible," I criticized, rolling my eyes. "Wait a second, god? Like, guy in white robe floating on a cloud kind of god?" Clint asked, stepping forward from the wall. "No. A Norse one. And you let him get away!" I crowed. "I take it you don't like the man we let go very much," Coulson figured, and I sighed. "Last time I saw him before he was sent away, he was an arrogant jerk. I feel like you can see why I would not want to be near him," I explained in a huff. I wasn't being fair, of course. "Can I go home now?" I asked, and got a succession of No's shouted around me. "You haven't answered our questions. Although you are good at evading them. Listen, Miss..What is your name again?" Coulson trailed off, and I replied quickly. "Cyril Morey," "Alright, Miss Morey. We aren't the bad guys. In fact, I work with a section of the government called S.H.I.E.L.D. And I believe that you could be a great help to us. Have you ever heard of a project called the Avengers Initiative?" my eyes widened, and I choked on my drink. After a mild hacking fit, I croaked out my answer. "N-no. W-what help c-could I possibly b-be?" I said between shuddering coughs. "She's lying, Coulson. Anyone who has that spontaneous of a reaction to something they've never heard of can't be telling the truth." Clint argued, and I flinched. Coulson gave Clint a smarting look before turning back to me. "Anyways, I saying that you could be a useful asset. I'll give you some time to think it over, but until you reach a verdict, I'll need your contact information, otherwise we can't let you leave," I agreed to give my phone number, as that's all I could really give them. "Here, let me get you a piece of paper," Coulson offered, getting up to grab one. When he got back, however, I was busy scratching my digits into the table with a butterfly knife. "Why?" he asked tiredly, and I looked up. " 's more permanent this way. Can't lose it unless you destroy the table," I quipped. "Please seriously consider this offer. You don't seem to have that happy of a life right now," Clint said solemnly, leaning over me. Nodding briefly, I snatched up my weapon and apparated outside of the building. 

-45 minutes later-

I had been wandering around the desert, minding my own business and searching for small creatures that I could slip into people's bags when they weren't looking. It was a sunny day, doing a quick search on google maps told me that I was still in New Mexico. As I crept up on a sunning lizard, I suddenly heard a large explosion. Jumping up and startling the lizard, I stared in the direction of spiraling smoke and fire. "Holy SHIT!" I exclaimed, and quickly teleported. I landed in the same small town where I had first found Jane and her friends. Eric, Darcy, and Jane were staring in shock at the giant metal armored suit blowing up cars. Thor, Sif, Fandral, Valstagg, and Holgun were busy gearing up to fight. In an instant I summoned my katar. "What the fuck is going on?!" I shouted at Thor, whose face lit up in recognition at seeing me. "Ah! Are you here to help defeat this gaurdian?" he asked, dodging a firey blast from the monster. "Wait. Are you the girl who's been in league with Loki?" He growled, leaning over me. An impish grin contorted my face. "Maybe," Jerking to the side, I summersaulted to the left, putting myself away from him. "No time to explain!" I called over my shoulder. I crashed into the metal man, and struck the blade against it's leg. Backpedaling as fast as I could, I began to scream at the beast, fairly certain Loki could  hear me. "What the hell are you doing?! You've practically destroyed this entire fucking town!" As I ranted, I was struck from behind from what I presumed was a shield of some sort. Tumbling across the road, and I found Valstagg, facing the metal man. As that things face began to turn a fiery reddish orange, Sif jumped at the beast, driving her spear through its back. As the thing shut down, I made my weapon disapear. It would make no difference here. Time to save the soon to be damsel in distress. Racing towards Sif, I watched as the beast began to distort itself. At five feet away, I launched myself into the air, and ripped Sif away from the metal man just as fire erupted from it's face. "Touchy, touchy," I teased, getting up from where I landed and leaning against a telephone pole. The monster ignored me, and I sighed. "I'll just leave this to the others," I decided quietly, zipping out of the town. Splitting open a portal, I stepped through into Asgard.