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★★★
I looked up to see Chris Evans standing in front of me. My jaw was probably on the floor right now, "I-I wow, so is this a prank?" I felt them push harder whatever they had pressed onto the back of my head, "We don't have time to fool around. What is your deal with HYDRA? " What the hell is happening? Wait, am I like in the Avengers universe or something? Or am I in a coma right now? Damnit, Wattpad, I'm going insane, aren't I?
The gun that was placed on the back of my head, was pushed harder, "Answer us. Now." I lifted my hands in surrender, "Woah, Woah, there Ma'am. I have no idea what's going on. One moment, I was in a car crash in New Mexico, and the next thing I know, I'm in New York, in what appears to be in the universe of the Avengers. "
Chris- I mean Steve was bearing a hole in my forehead, "I-I don't follow?" Our heads well, I mean mine was held in place by Scarlett- no Natasha, turned to see Professor Hulk, sitting in his spot across from me, "Universe?"
I nodded, "Yeah." I paused, Natasha was supposed to be dead... as were Tony, Loki, Vision, Pietro, and Wanda, who were supposed to be in Westview controlling a town, and for Peter Spiderman, far home is happening, and The Falcon and the Winter Soldier...I guess that won't happen, considering Steve chose to stay, after giving the stones back. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, "I-Is Mr. Stark-"
I heard someone snicker, as RDJ- no, Tony walked forward from behind Steve, "Yes, yes, kid. I'll sign your autograph later, now answer us. " I slightly turned my head, to see the trickster, "Answer us, kitten." I felt overwhelmed, to start off. The fact that the people who practically raised me, when my parents didn't have time, between work, dying, in the movie took a toll on me. I mean I basically grew up with them, from the very start of Iron Man 1, and to see them up front... "I-I" With that, I felt like my face drained of colour, as I realized it. Bile seemed to rise to my throat, and a sickly feeling settled in my stomach. Everything was getting fuzzier by the moment. I looked at my shaky hands, and before I tumbled down, I realized one thing.
I'm in the universe of the Avengers.
The stark smell of bleach was overwhelming. I scrunched my eyes at the bright light that was sipping through my closed eyelids. I felt powerless and heavy. I could not move my hand, my head or my body.
I slowly started blinking, desperately trying to open my eyes and see what was around me. Where am I? As the blinding light slowly subsided, I could take a look around my surroundings. I was at the hospital.
The room was pristene clean, and spacious. Typical hospital bed, IV and monitors beeping. Everything in the room was white, including the bedsheets, the floor, and the walls.I tried swallowing some spit to relieve my burning throat, but it did nothing but make it worse.My breaths became ragged as memories of when I was conscious came tumbling down.The car crash. The Avengers. No, no, I must be insane, aren't I? How's this possible? I don't even know what was happening, but I knew for sure that I wanted out as soon as possible.
Preferably right now.
I pulled on the IV line and felt a sharp pain. Unplucking IV appears to be only eyes in the movies. Out of impulse, my hand travels to my face, pressing the throbbing area on my right temple. I felt a scar and flinched at the pain. I tried to get up. Once I stepped on the cold, white tiles, I instantly fell back on to the bed. My body, engulfed in pain, as if objecting to my decision to stand up. I lay there pathetically, waiting for the pain to wash away. Staring at the ceiling, illuminated with a white fluorescent light. I still didn't know how I got here, who took me here, how long I've been here. I suppose I know who brought me here, but how is that possible? I felt something tugging at my arm. It was a wire connecting to the heart monitor, I quickly yanked it out, as the machine went flat.
Before I knew, it doctors, came rushing, in, and sighed in relief, when they saw me leaning on the bed, patheticlly in an attempt to stand up. A lady with brown hair, took out a clipboard, and jotted something, and looked at me, scrunching up her nose, as if trying not to glare at me, "I'll call Dr. Banner, please lie down."
I held out my hand, "Wait-" But before I could even finish my sentence, all the doctors and nurses left the room. Dr. Banner? As in THE Dr. Banner? Bruce Banner? The man with 7 PHD's? H-How? It's fictional. Right? My hands were starting to shake again, as I jumped up slightly so I could sit at the edge of the bed.
I heard the door close as I saw Bruce emerge from the doorway, ducking his head so he didn't hit the door's ceiling."Your throat must be burning right?" I gave him a wary look and nodded.He gestured for me to lie down, but I stood my ground, still in denial of the fact that THE Bruce Banner was in front of me. My gaze wandeered around as he fumbled with wires, and my gaze was fixed on the machine around my anckles."What's this-"
"That's to make sure you don't leave the headquarters, kid."My head snapped to the door, as I saw Tony Stark emerging from the door way, followed by the rest of the team. I slightly brushed my fingers at the machine, or whatever the hell this thing was, "But I'm not-"
"You could be a HYDRA agent." I looked up once again, to see Steve bearing a hole in my forehead, and standing there, in all his patriotic glory. I scoffed, "What do you expect me to say, Hail HYDRA? I would rather die than say that. " Natasha eyed me weirdly, as Tony spoke up, "The kid's saying the truth." I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, no shit sherlock." I mumbled, grining to myself. Suddenly, I felt a tremendous amount of air in front of me, and I noticed a spark in the air. Before I knew it, the golden circle, widened, and out stepped, one of the many people with the biggest ego on the earth, "My name is Dr. Steven Strange, and I have some questions for you."
This day was getting weirder and weirder by the second, and I once again fainted for what seemed like the hundredth time.
