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The boy was still subconsciously on Margaret's mind as she walked through the unknown streets of queens.
Tears were threatening to fall if she didn't keep herself together so the young girl kept her head high and her fists clenched as a way to stop the tears from falling and instead focus on the pain.
She had been walking for what seemed like only a few minutes but in all reality had been two hours.
Margaret had bumped into countless people not looking where she was going stupidly. each had given her apprehensive looks due to the smell and her clothing choice.
The things the boy had said where beginning to make more and more sense.
It was 2016.
Exactly 112 years, seven months and a few days after what? Her time travel experience?
She needed to get back. Wanted to get back but she didn't know-how.
She had seen countless billboards containing advertisements for useless products that nobody actually needed, all saying something similar in her mind to it's twenty sixteen and your alone.
The feeling of loneliness and unfamiliarity fallowed her on her treck through the streets.
Nothing made sense to her. How pictures moved, why people were speaking to tiny boxes in their hands.
But the girl wasn't completely dumb so she didn't guffaw at said things, drawing attention to herself like most people would if they had travelled into the future on accident.
The dumb thing she was doing was walking the streets alone when darkness was beginning to fall. Margaret had learned quickly enough not to walk in front of cars though she had seen a fair few in her home town, though they were small little old fashioned cars and these ones were massive vehicles.
The street lights had slowly started to come to life as did the rougher parts of queens.
It was getting colder and all Margaret had on to keep her warm was a white nightgown making her positively freezing. She started to shiver uncontrollably just walking with no intention to go anywhere.
She walked down a lane with dumpsters similar to the one she had landed in not so long ago all along one side.
The night was quiet for a big city the odd honk of a car horn the odd slamming of a window but heaving footsteps came from one particular direction how Margaret heard was unknown to her.
"Oi, Lil lady you need a jacket?" A raspy voice called after the girl, obviously a heavy smoker.
Margaret was already frozen to the bone but as if that hadn't been enough she froze again, this time in the figurative standpoint.
She was at a dead end and the guy was guarding the exit as two more cronies appeared.
"We'd have a few to spare if you do a little something first" a different guy called to her.
They started to approach her mischievously and Margaret not exactly knowing their intentions stayed completely still.
"S-stay a-away" she stammered due to cold and to her everlasting fear.
In the last two or three days, she'd gotten herself into about two life-threatening situations this being the third.
"What's that?, I think this one's got an accent." A third man smirked.
The redhead was weighing her options, she could attempt to runway but she was extremely slow so that would be an extremely bad idea. She could attempt to fight her way out but the thought made her laugh inwardly.
"Please just stay away from me" she begged though she new words would have no effect on her current situation.
"It's ok," the first one she'd seen said. "It'll be short and sweet.
The phrasing of his words and how he spoke made Margaret sick. She had no option other than to just run. So attempting to dodge the swatting arms of the street men she ran by swiftly.
She reached the end of the lane only for a fourth 6ft tall body to catch her and pulled her back into the alleyway.
"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE" she screeched attempting to loosen the persons grip on her pale arm.
"Oh, we got a screamer, thought you'd be more of a fighter."
They all closed in around her only for her to bite the man's hand that was tight around her neck.
She pulled back in affliction giving a loud shout of pain. A lanky guy pulled out a pocket knife as she did so making her mouth physically drop.
"Shouda thought about that, there's always consequences" he scolded.
She needed to get somebody's attention before the four men around her did whatever they were planning to do to her.
"HELP!!HELP!!" She bellowed loudly, exceedingly loud
It was only then that she noticed that the ground beneath her was rumbling just slightly and the men in front of her had their hands tightly clasped around their ears.
So she continued.
"HELP HELP!!!" Margaret screeched just Getting louder and louder until the four men in front of her dropped to the found unconscious.
syncronized, one after the other their ears slowly began to leak blood earring wide eye stairs from Margaret.
The ground had stopped vibrating and everything was just deadpan silent making her feel weird.
Terrified at her work she stepped over the unconscious gang member and ran into the night again.
~authors note~
Lmao, this chapter is pretty clíche for a Marvel plot ngl but aw well.
