A Cross in Time

Searching and Working Pt. 1

Avengers Tower

"So that answers one question." The one man said.

"My name is Amberlynne Holmes. I come from 1914, however the year is now 2026. I am a detective with two partners, my father prefers that I drop my feeble job and act like a proper young lady. I was working on a case when my comrades activated a device, we were engulfed in a brilliant light then I was here. I'm not sure of much else. Might I inquire your names?"

"Yeah, okay. That answers my questions. I'm Tony Stark, just call me Tony." The second man said.

"Bruce Banner. But Bruce is fine." The one with glasses said.

"Alright. I'm in America 2026, yet I was just in England 1914. I would have to assume that the device sent us forward in time and to another country where a similar device is located but with there being three of us we were separated. Why would Lord Ikrum travel to the future? Why America of all places?" I start mutter to myself.

"What was that?" Tony asks.

"I simply said that I am now in the future and in America. That's not too hard for you to understand, is it chap?" I say popping the p.

"How?" Bruce inquires.

"If I had to assume, I would say that it was when one of my fellow detectives had touched something in the loft when I specifically said not to. I'm leaning more towards Lestrade because Watson has enough brains to listen to me. Lestrade most likely touched the device that brought us here, and it was not a pleasant experience might I say."

"Do you always use such lengthily explanations?" Tony asks me.

"I'm a detective. I deduce and explain."

"Yet you don't do short explanations."

"If I did you would never be able to understand me."

"Try me."

"Would the both of you settle down?" Bruce asks.

"As you wish. When can I get out of these garments and this room?" I ask, bored with my surroundings.

"Soon. We just have to run some tests to make sure you are fine and healthy considering what has happened to you." Bruce explained.

"Alright then. Test." I give my consent.

After a few hours of the men running their tests they declare me to be healthy. I'm aloud out of the room and Tony had agreed to help find a way to send me home. We take an elevator to another, more spacious floor. Bruce and Tony show me to the kitchen where I find the eight teenagers and more people.

"Hey Amber! What's up?" Jamie asks when she sees me.

"I prefer to be called Holmes." I respond.

"Yeah, now I have to call you something different then anyone else. So, to me, you are Amber."

"No way to convince you otherwise?"

"Nope."

"Alright."

"So. Guys, this is Amberlynne Holmes. She will be staying with us for a while, until I can get her home safely." Tony explains.