Book One.
The world has become a different place since the attack on New York. People have been forced to accept a reality filled with superhumans, machine men, and alien races. Earth has become a playground for the universe with humans getting los...
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The room was painted a dreary gray color and there was nothing pleasant or welcoming about it. Not that it was meant to be a pleasant place. It was obvious to Juliette that this wasn't a waiting room for guest – it was an interrogation room for criminals. They had purposefully sectioned her off from the rest of the facility and the people. She may not know much about logistics of apprehending and handling dangerous persons but she wasn't stupid either.
She sat opposite the Agent, now in a pair of green scrubs that he'd grabbed for her. A welcomed change to the hospital gown. She eyed the man who stood stiffly by the door, hands locked together – eyes fixed straight ahead at the wall. It was unnerving and so was the gun holstered at his waist. The dark metal gleamed in the fluorescent light.
"Would you like something to drink? Water? Coffee? Tea?"
Juliette snapped her gaze back to the agent across from her. He looked rather relaxed in the uncomfortable seat, arms resting on the glossy metal table. It was clean enough she could see their smeared reflections on the surface like some Picasso painting from a nightmare.
"I'm fine."
He nodded his head. "Maybe something to eat?"
"Let's not pretend that I'm a guest here." Her words were sharp.
Agent Coulson held her gaze, granting her a tight-lipped smile after a moment. "Of course. Right to the point then?"
"Please." Her lashes fluttered purposefully and she smiled back at him – well, more like barred her teeth at him.
"What do you remember about the incident?"
She rolled her eyes.
"All I remember is seeing what looked like an argument. I didn't know who it was..." Juliette shifted in her seat, trying to find a more comfortable position. "Then I saw the hammer and I knew it was one of the Avengers, but it all ended in a flash. When I woke up I was here. The end."
"Are you certain that's all you remember?"
Juliette blinked, slow. "There was a woman—"
"A woman?"
"That's what I said."
Agent Coulson looked a little annoyed by her attitude. She sighed, reaching up to rub her temple. There was still a hollow ache in her body – in her mind. "I was too far away to see what she looked like. But she—"
"She what?" He interrupted.
She had decimated the hammer – caught it in her hand as if it were a bug and squished it. Juliette shuddered at the memory. At the overwhelming dread, she had felt in that single breath of time. She had seen the power of that weapon – not first hand, but on TV.
"She stopped the hammer, caught it..." She met the agent's hardened gaze. "Then she smashed."
They held each other's gaze for a moment. Agent Coulson eased back. "That would explain what we found."
