Why am I here?

Chapter 11

(Cerrie's P.O.V.)

"I'll go in first, you follow in after me." I said. When I checked through the first surveillance room I said "All clear." I then heard the familiar sound of Steve's and Bucky's feet padding on the concrete floor. "Heat signatures?" Bucky asked. 
"One, male. Stark will be coming soon though, with John and Alex too."
"You got that all from one man's heat signature?" Steve asked, astonished.
"No. When I gave Natasha the bell, I stole her comm." I said, taking it out of my ear and showing it to them. "Cool." Bucky said. "Even I can't do that. Where'd you learn that?"
"Thought it'd come in handy, which, it did." I laughed. "Oh. Incoming." I said, going back to the computer. Steve crouched, Bucky lifted his gun, and I went Jester. We carried on like this until we were on a narrow set of stairs in a corridor and the metal door behind us began to open and three forms came to our sight. 

Bucky was now looking through the scope of his gun; Steve was crouching so far down, you could only see from his eyes upwards! And I lifted my hands, magic crackling between each finger as I quickly ran beside the door to take out the enemy. Steve looked at me once and it looked like it was good. I stayed there until they started to talk and walk on the wall, making Bucky and Steve look up at me in shock and wonder. That was one of the other things me and John had learned about in those years. "Cerrie, get off the ceiling." John said. I jumped off the ceiling like he said, but jumped on Alex's shoulder. I licked my pinkie and stuck it in my brother's ear. "Wet willy!" I exclaimed, jumping back off his shoulders and onto the metal floor. 

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Everything went to shit. Tony found out that Bucky killed Howard and Maria Stark. And now the crazy man, the one whose heat signature I had, has got me hostage. Held at gunpoint may I add. "Drop the gun." Alex said calmly. I rolled my eyes at his remark. 
"It's not that simple agent." The man said.
"When is it?" I mumbled. That earned me a punch to the gut, the air knocked out of my lungs. Alex then took a step back as Steve readied his shield, Tony fired up his repulsors and John cocked the gun I gifted him a few months ago for his birthday. 

For some reason, I started to laugh. Then everyone got confused. Really confused. "You really are insane." He stated.
"No, I'm mad. There's a difference." I giggled. My friends and my brother shook it off and readied themselves again. "Have you any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?" I asked out of the blue.
"You're boring me." He said. I could tell what he was going to do, he was going to shoot me, I don't think they did though. I must say my goodbyes while I can. "Fairfarren all." I swept a bow with the limited movement I could make and I heard a bang as everything went black. 

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I don't know where I am, or who I am. I have no memories! What do I do?! "Hello." Said a man's voice. "Who are you?! Where are you!?" I yelled, looking around. 
"I am the Cheshire cat. But you can call me Cheshire."
"Okay, that's one question. But where are you?"
"Look behind you." There was a man. Well I say man, but I mean he's half man, half cat.



"Do you know who I am?" I asked.
"We'll need to go to the white queen for that..."
The white queen was a wonderful woman with whitish blonde hair, pale skin, raven lips, and a diamond white gown. "Your majesty." I swept a low bow. "May I ask, who am I?"
"We do not know. You fell out of the sky and here you are, with no memory of who you are or what happened before." She explained. 
"She looks like a hatter your majesty." Cheshire whispered in her ear.
"It must be the hair colour. Follow me, we will get you kitted out in suitable clothing and then we shall visit Tarrant."
"Tarrant?" I asked.
"You'll see."



"Tarrant!" The queen called as we slowed on our horses. A man with bright orange hair looked up from the end of the incredibly long table and his green eyes met my identical pair. "Who's this?" 
"We do not know. She's the girl who fell out of the sky. We named her Madeline. We were hoping you could befriend her." She explained. "We don't want her to mix with Chesh now do we?" She added in a whisper. His eyes widened in shock. "NO WE DO NOT!" He grabbed my bony wrist and pulled me to an empty chair to the right of the one he was sat in only minutes before.