Made To Be Ruled-{A Doctor Who/Avengers FanFiction}

Behind Enemy Lines

Third Person POV

“It’s been three hours, why hasn’t she contacted us?!” The Doctor paced up and down the room while Tony sat by his computer. “Give her time; I doubt she’ll be alone very often. She can’t exactly talk to us if there are guards about, can she?” Tony was calm, but he was still worried for Martha.

She set out on her own a few hours before so she didn’t lead the Chitauri to Tony and the Doctor. She was walking for about twenty minutes when a Chitauri soldier found her. It hit her right in the face, knocking her unconscious, not giving her a chance to surrender peacefully. He dragged her to the edge of a city where some form of temporary camp was set up. She woke up in a large hall that was overcrowded by people. They all seemed to be in groups: men, women children, elders. Everyone seemed to be split up and categorized.

A man appeared at the front of the room. He was dressed in uniform and stood on a podium. “Quiet!” His voice boomed throughout the hall. “You have all been gathered here because you have been chosen to be part of a special project. Individual questioners will be coming round the groups for further interrogation. Answer quickly and honestly. No backtalk. No fuss. No hassle. Got it? Anyone who wants to try their luck is out of the program, and that’s NOT what anyone wants, trust me.” The whole hall seemed to get the message.

Martha turned to a woman next to her. “Do you know what’s going on here?”

“No. They barged into my house and took me and my boyfriend. I told my little girl to hide upstairs… I don’t know if she’s safe or not. We’d managed since the big invasion just hiding, but they must need more people now for something.” Her voice was shaky, her thoughts obviously racing towards her child. “Did they say anything before? Ask any questions? Mention people or places?” Martha asked.

“No, they’re being very discrete, but I think it’s safe to say that the guy who attacked New York a few weeks ago, the one with the black hair is behind it, what was his name again? Li-Lo-”

“Loki?” Martha interrupted, how could she not know his name? Then again, it did happen very quickly.

“Yeah that’s him. I’m Kate Lawrence, by the way, nice to meet you.” She extended her hand politely and Martha shook it gladly. “Martha Jones.”

Everyone seemed to quieten down. Their attention fixed to some point that neither Martha nor Kate could see. They moved to the front of the group and saw another man in uniform. “Before we start, does anyone want to volunteer to work directly for the boss?” No one moved, they obviously didn’t want to be traitors. Looking around the room, it wasn’t the same for all groups. Some people volunteered, obviously out of fear. “Didn’t think so.” He retorted, scribbling down furiously onto his clipboard. If Martha wanted to find out about Loki, she’d be best working close to him. She raised her hand, “I’ll do it.” She said nervously and stepped forward. “What are you doing?! You can’t work for him!” Kate whispered, disgusted. Martha pulled away from her.

“I have to. I’m working with some people who’re trying to bring him down” She looked around herself, realising that she might have blew the mission before it even began. To her relief, no one heard her. “Who is it? The Avengers? S.H.I.E.L.D.?”

“Something like that.”

She was taken away with the others who had volunteered. They were put in a large truck and driven away. Everyone was talking about Loki, sharing stories and rumours that they’d heard about him.

The truck finally stopped when it reached the Stark building. They were all taken to the fifth floor. A blonde, muscular man walked in, obviously in high power. He wore dark military inspired uniform and had cloudy blue-unnatural-eyes. “I’m Captain Steve Rogers and I thank you for your enthusiasm to this project. You will be put to work straight away-”

“Steve Rogers?!” One of the men cried out. “Captain America?! It’s an honour sir…what are you doing..?”

“No, not Captain America anymore, I’ve moved on, I’m no longer the dancing monkey S.H.I.E.L.D. had me be, I work for a higher power. Now if you could please stop yourself from asking any more questions and I’ll stop myself from killing you on the spot, does that sound fair?”

The man nodded his head nervously and shuffled to the back of the group. “Good, now, I’m going to assign you all to certain tasks. You’re gonna complete those tasks without asking questions, clear?”

The group, unsure of what to do, all nodded their heads. “When I address you, you answer with ‘yes Captain’ is that clear? He asked again more forcefully. The muffled ‘yes captains’ from the group put a smile on his face. “Good. Now go down to the first floor, there’s an officer waiting to take you to the training camp.”

Everyone moved to go out the door when Steve extended an arm out in front of Martha. “Not you. The boss wants to wants to see you.”

 

*Hey guys, sorry it’s been a while, had a busy last two weeks and I’m also sorry that this chapter is pretty crap. It’s really hard to write to be honest and I just wanted to get it over with so it’s quite rushed. It will get better I promise, I’m just not good at the army-base sort of stuff. Again sorry, I did the best I could. This has not been proofread.*