C.H.A.S.M. [MARVEL FANFICTION] ✓completed

4

Where I meet a rock and a jogging fanatic

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The next morning I awoke early. At least, I think I did; I still don't have a watch.

I knew from experience that trying that trying to fall asleep again would be fruitless, so I hopped out of bed and tried the door.

It was still locked.

I found a towel and went for a shower. There's a lot of things I can do fast, but showering isn't one of them. Half an hour later I put on a clean pair of jeans, also with holes at the knees, and a black t-shirt.

I put on my necklace; a pendant consisting of the outline of a circle, about three centimetres in diameter, and a lightningbolt striking diagonally over it. It was the only memory of my parents that I'd kept. Most other things I threw away when I found out who they'd belonged to.

The door clicked, and I put on my shoes quickly. I gave the door a shove, and it opened.

I glanced down the passage — there was nobody in sight.

I squeezed out, closing the door behind me. I pondered on which direction to go; I was pretty sure we'd come from the right the night before. So if I wanted to go to the hangar, that was the way to go. But did I want to?

Before I could finish that thought, a door to my right opened. A boy with wild brown hair emerged.

"Hey," he smiled when he noticed me.

"Hey," I replied, walking up to him, "I'm Penny."

He shook my hand, his grey-blue eyes shining.

"Rocky," he answered.

I estimated that he was fifteen or sixteen; in any case not much bigger than me.

"Are you new?" He enquired, and I nodded.

"I got here yesterday," I elaborated, and then added; "at least, I think so. My sense of time is a bit muddled."

He grinnned, glancing at his watch.

"It's 6:13 A.M.," he declared, "and I heard you arriving yesterday evening."

I nodded again.

"Are you hungry?" Rocky enquired, "I was on my way to the kitchen..."

"Some food would be great," I smiled, "I think I'll join you."

Together they walked down the hallways. The silence was deafening, and almost scary.

"Where is everyone?" I whispered, while wondering why I was whispering.

"Asleep, mostly," Rocky replied, not bothering to whisper, "but the Avengers are on some Infinity Stone-related business and most of the Asgardians are on Asgard."

"THE Avengers?!" I repeated.

"Are there any others?" Rocky asked, and I shrugged.

"I don't think so. How are they even still alive?"

"It's called the Hall of Heroes concept," he began, "it's an ancient concept, and I could give you loads of details, but they might be more accurate if you ask an Asgardian."

He pushed open the door to the kitchen and I gasped.

"Wow..."

He grinned, clearly proud of his home.

"You have a Stark or you don't," he stated, "and we have more than one."

He rummaged in a drawer while I looked around. The kitchen was big enough to host a small restaurant, which, I suppose, was sort of necessary.