Stargazing • MCU/S. Rogers Fanfic•

5-62: 500 Years

In Space

July 14, 2015 (Earth Time)

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The alien space ship was filthy, dirty and full of disgusting men. Ever since Thor dropped her off at a nice little planet, Astra's life consisted of scavenging for money and well asking around, finding clues to her past. Out of every planet she's seen, none of the inhabiters resembled her. She kept looking, after all there was a whole universe out there.

Being in a space ship was fascinating, though. She spent her time sketching the sky and writing it all down in her journal. Her thoughts usually consisting of: Wait until I tell Steve about this or Tony would kill to be able to make one of these. Gently running her hand over her star tattoo's on her shoulder, each planet she went she got one as a permanent souvenir.

She could overhear the men speaking about her in their native language, in a way that wasn't appropriate for children. She understood them. Since arriving in space, it seamed her powers grew. She barely noticed it, but inside her it was growing. She ignored them, even though she wanted so badly to beat there asses, she needed to get to her next planet.

"Are you lonely, girl?" One of the men slid into the seat beside her. His skin was a disgusting shade of orange, his teeth looked like mold and his eyes were a sickening white.

"I prefer being alone." She told him, leaning as far away as possible from him.

He chuckled to himself before leaning a bit closer, his breath reeking of alcohol. "What about at night." He breathed on her face. She clutched her jaw and balled her fists as her patience was running out already. "We could do a lot of things at night." She sent a punch right at his chest, hard enough to send him off the seat and into the wall meters away where he was before.

"It's always night when you're in between solar systems." She stood from her spot as the man's friend shot up from their seats. "I really don't see the logic in what you were trying to talk about night."

The 6 men that were also there, ran to her. Of course, a woman beat up their friend. That called for a fight. One tried punching her, easily dodging his fist she send a punch right back and kicked another guy in the nuts. And the fight continued.

She straightened herself out in the middle of the fallen bodies and swiped a piece of hair out of her face. The brunette stepped over one of the unconscious bodies and the alarm sounded off.

"Fuck." The girl muttered, and ran out the door hoping to find a smaller ship to pilot.

"There." One of the men pointed once spotting her. He and his men positioned there guns and fired, Astra slid onto the ground to avoid the shots and kicked off the wall to turn the corner. Swiping under a surprise punch and sending one right back and kept running.

A large group of men were lined up, there guns pointed to shoot. She came to an abrupt stop once seeing it. Three other guys coming up behind her and tapping their guns on her shoulder as a silent threat to move forward. She obliged, not wanting to be shot up.

"We are giving you travel to the planet Randu." The man in charge spoke up, his hand up for the others to hold their fire. "And you return the favor by knocking 7 on my men unconscious."