When Worlds Collide

II

Azúla

I moved uncomfortably in the white garment I had been worn. It was quite large yet it fit perfectly in a weird way. It pooled around my thighs but failed to cover the rest of my brown legs. Lifting up my hands, I made a move to sniff the fabric, but stopped when I noticed the silver around my wrists.

My hands tugged at the silver objects wrapped around my wrists, no matter how hard I pulled they just wouldn't separate. The irritable clinking sound it would make, made me aware of each and ever failed attempt I made at breaking it. I felt so weak in this tiny body and it vexed me.

Letting out an annoyed huff, I glared at the wall before me. It was a strange looking wall as it shared an exact image of me. Everything I did, it also did. It was as if I was looking into water and seeing a clear reflection of myself. Baring my teeth at the water wall, I let out a warning hiss and it also did the same.

My wrists were beginning to get soar, especially the part that had been branded with the black mark. I frowned down at it with fear apparent in my eyes as it momentarily glimmered. The dark scar eerily throbbed to life, the familiar burning sensation tingling with mischief.

I tried to grip onto my wrist with my other hand but it was like a force was separating me from doing so. When I attempted to trace the mark, I was greeted with a painful sting. I let out a hiss of pain after quickly recoiling my finger from the brand.

The stinging sensation sent a strange feeling over my body. It felt strong and familiar, almost like my strength from home had been restored into this weak body. I took in a deep breath before quickly pulling my hands apart.

The silver flew across the room with such a speed it landed in the walls as it broke in half. I stared down in both shock and relief, happy that I had finally broken free from the chains.

Standing to my feet I was greeted with a door slamming open. One of the men from earlier that I had recognized stumbled inside with a look of determination and disbelief on his face.

I frowned at his still composure.

"Miss.." he paused, staring at me in hope for more information.

Though I could not understand his words, I felt as though he was hinting for something.

"I do not understand?" I replied.

His eyes widened momentarily before they lowered in confusion.

"I-" he pointed to himself as I watched curiously. " I am Steve, my name is Steve Rogers" he said slowly, allowing me time to grasp every word.

"Podia?" I called in my mind.

"Yes Azúla" she answered.

"What language are these humans speaking and can you please help me to understand them" I asked. I waited quietly for a reply while the blonde haired human who was known as a Steve continued to talk.