Stuck in Avengers!

I Gotta Go

Cyril POV:

There wasn't any time to spare. I staggered to my feet and held the briefcase to my chest. The enemy car had screeched to a halt, and Loki jumped out of the back. Clint and the others were beginning to climb out, and I took off into the field bordering the woods. Knee-high grass brushed my shins and undergrowth crackled beneath my feet. Just as I reached the tree line, a large blast of light hit a trunk, almost knocking me to the ground. Not risking a glance behind me, I began to wind my way through the dense mess of nature. As I worked, the broken bones in the right side of my face began to shift under my skin, assuming their natural position and healing. 

"Cyril stop!" Clint yelled from behind me, and a bullet ricocheted off of a corner of the briefcase, which peeked over my shoulder. Plowing forward, I let out a strangled "Never!" and ran on. Suddenly, Loki appeared in front of me, dressed in full armor and I stopped dead. Before I could run the other way, he reached out and grabbed my upper arm, which was supporting the case. Struggling, I lifted my free arm to try and land a hit. Clint came up behind me and snatched my wrist, and pointing a gun at my temple. Cocking his head to the side, Loki looked at me curiously. He reached forward and grabbed my goggles, gently pulling them off my head. I glowered at him, blue eyes flaming in the dark. 

"Mr. Barton, who is this?" Loki asked while playing with my goggles. 

"This is Cyril Morey. Director Fury enlisted her as a possible Avenger. She possesses a Healing factor, telekinetic and telepathic abilities, can teleport, can do a few other things, and is most likely inhuman," Clint spouted off information, and I rolled my eyes. 

"Her mask. Could you remove it?" Loki requested, and threw my goggles into the brush. A hand roughly grabbed the back of my mask and yanked it off of my head. I grunted in discomfort and tried to kick Clint as he threw the remnant of my mask to the side. 

"How nice to see you again, Loki." I hissed with a snarky grin spread across my face. 

"Have we met before?" Loki questioned, staring at me with an almost bored expression. My jaw dropped, but I straightened up quickly. 

"Are you fucking telling me you don't remember how we met in Asgard, and I sprouted a pair of wings and freaking flew to the bi frost to help let the frost giants in?" I barked, and his eyes widened. 

"I don't recall that. It was only me. How dare you make such an outrageous lie, you foolish mortal." Loki growled. 

"A lie, huh? Ha! That's absolutely hysterical coming from you, Loki." I laughed. The trigger on Clint's gun clicked, and I froze. Before the gun could fire, I teleported the Tesseract into a far off tree. Just as Loki began to yell at Clint to stop, a short blast came and I was down. My thoughts weren't coherent. Just a scrambled mess. Although, I started to hear a strange scratching sound. Along with that came a squeegy squishy sound, and I realized it was basically my brain putting itself back together. My injury took around one full minute to heal, and by then Loki and his minions were off looking for the brief case. Stirring from my curled position on the ground, I let out a sigh as I ran my hand across the left side of my head. No evidence of an exploded skull left. The bullet had gone straight through my skull, and I found it lying against a tree trunk with a fragment of brain sticking to it. Donning invisibility, I made my way to a large tree and zipped up it. When I was around fifty feet up, I stopped and crouched on a limb. I could make out an agent snooping through the undergrowth, presumably searching the ground for the Tesseract. I assumed that Clint was searching above, and Loki was sitting somewhere waiting for the breifcase to be found for him. 

Okay, at this point I should probably break the fourth wall and tell whoever is reading this that when I teleported the Tesseract into a tree, I didn't actually focus on which tree I put it in. Sure, it was definitely in the forest, and not somewhere in Timbuktu, but still. That's a shit ton of trees.

Jumping through the air, I quietly landed on a different tree's branch. Branch to branch, tree to tree. Zip, zip, zip! It had been ten minutes, and I still hadn't found the Tesseract. 

"I FOUND IT!" A voice rang out. Eric Selvig stood with the case above his head, cheering at his accomplishment. 

"Bingo," I whispered, a ghoulish smile twisting across my features. Shooting downward, I slammed into the ground in front of Selvig. He hollered as I jumped and tore the case away from him. Keep in mind, he still couldn't see me, and I sprinted away. I relinquished the invisibility as I neared the road, and began to climb into the intact geep. However, as I turned around to check my surroundings, something sharp and metal touched my chest. Horrified, I stared at Loki and  clutched the car's rail. 

"Regarding your special talents and the way you have demonstrated them, I do think that you'll be of some use to me," Loki predicted as I shuddered, my veins turning blue and my eyes filling with an inky black. 

I was left sitting in the back of the car as Loki rounded up Clint, Selvig, and the agent. The Tesseract case sat next to me and I regarded it curiously. I couldn't recall why I had been fighting with Loki. Everything is so...strange. Slipping my hands into my jacket pockets, I heard a crinkle. I clenched my fists and pulled them back out. A folded piece of paper sat in my right hand, Unfolding it, I found a small note written to me from....me. 

"Cyril. If you are reading this, then Loki has most likely gotten to you. Now, if this is truly the case, then find something hard and knock your head against it. The mind stone has not shown you the 'truth', it's killing you. If you don't heed my warning then take a close look at Clint and Selvig. Don't they look sickly? Unhealthy? Yeah, that same thing is happening to you. Don't listen to the truth that's been shown to you. It's a lie. Just remember, 'cognitive re-calibration'.
-Cyril-"

After reading the letter, I shoved it back into my pocket. When the fuck did I write that? Anyways, even though I disagree, I suppose the letter is right on some level. Barton doesn't look that good. Sighing, I decided that I might as well try this 'Cognitive Re-calibration'. I braced my hands against the Tesseract's case, and inhaled, sitting up straight. Then, I shut my eyes tight and brought my forehead down on the metal as hard as I could. Stars exploded in my head, and I reeled backward, clutching my head. Opening my eyes, I found that the world had gone wonky. All sorts of different colors bathed the road and the fields. I looked around dazedly as Loki climbed into the back of the car. Clint got behind the wheel while everyone else followed. Head still swimming, I pawed at the briefcase before Loki snatched it away. One of the car's windows rolled down and Loki held out the case for him to take away. Once it was gone, Loki turned back to me. 

"You say that you knew me before I came here. And yet I have no memory of it. Why exactly would I know you?" he asked, examining his scepter absent-mindedly. 

"I came to Asgard the same time you did, all those years ago. I was sealed in a glass coffin and slept for a very long time," I mumbled, slumping down. "One day, I woke up and apparently it was Thor's coronation. After that whole mess with the Casket and the first Frost Giants that got in here, I followed you guys to Jotunheim to fight the frost giants and the rest is history," I finished with a wave of my hand, signaling the end of my story. Loki nodded, and set aside his weapon. 

"That is an interesting tale. I don't recall you being there. You still seem to be lying. How unfortunate. And here I was thinking that if I put you under my control you would tell the truth. Apparently I was wrong," he sighed, leaning toward me. Seeing the apparent doom that was about to befall me, I realized that I needed to leave. I was beginning to see black around my vision, and other colors swam through it. My mind was going, and the only place that I could visualize in my head was the gym area that Steve Rogers seemed to frequent. Picturing that, I felt my body dissolve and teleport.