Chapter 2- WHAT?

  I woke up to the sound of a beeping noise next to me. Obviously, it was a heart monitor. Which means my father brought me to the hospital. I wonder what he came up with this time. I look around me, and realize this is anything but a normal hospital room.

  Many things flashed through my mind as I tried to figure out where I was. I mean, it kind of reminded me of a S.H.E.I.L.D. Med bay. But, obviously it wasn't. Maybe my dad took me to some shady people who don't give two fucks about what he's doing to me. Maybe I was dead. Well, actually, this would be a pretty awful heaven, wouldn't it?

  I'm looking around when I hear a door open. I look at them and realize that I'm dreaming. Or I actually did die. Why? Because the person who walked into my room is none other than Doctor Banner himself. Or it was Mark Ruffalo. 

"Hello, I'm Doctor Banner. I have a few questions."

I let out a laugh, "Oh, I know who you are. Just as much as I know about Nick Fury."

"How do you know that name?" Banner's voice is full of concern.

"Well, Brucie, I'm obviously dreaming. That's how I know."

"I can assure you, ma'am, you're not dreaming." He looks at me like I'm crazy.

"Don't call me ma'am. I'm 14, which is younger than you. Call me Abigail, or Abbey. Whichever you choose."

"Okay, Abigail, why do you assume you're dreaming?"

"Well, either I switched dimensions, or I'm dreaming. I would rather the dimension switch, but that would mean I'm officially insane."

"So you believe you're insane?"

"No, cause I'm dreaming. Honestly, though, it isn't a bad dream. Did I time travel? What year is it?"

"2012. So where did you get your injuries?"

"Oh, am I in the Helicarrier?"

"Yes. Now will you not avoid the question?" Banner is starting to look annoyed.

"Oh, that would mean you guys are bringing in Loki."

"How did you know that?" He looks at me, shocked.

"Because I'm basically from another world in the year 2021, and your lives are movies."

Now he believes I've gone crazy, "Abigail, you were hit on the head. Maybe this is some type of brain damage. I'm going to order a CT scan."

"No, no. My mind is not a bag full of cats, like you referred to Loki as. You have beings from other planets, why can't you believe me?"

He gets up, "Because I refuse to believe my life is a TV series."

  He leaves the room and I'm left to wallow in silence, with the morphine slowly wearing off. And from what I felt right now, it's gonna hurt like hell. But then, another person walks in.

"YES! It's Steve Rogers! It's Captain America! It's the Man Out of Time!"

He looks at me weird, "So, Banner has told me of your situation. You seem to be convinced that this world, my world, is a TV Series."

"It is. Marvel. What will it take to convince you that I'm telling the truth?"

He thinks of something, "Tell me something only I would know."

"James Buchanan Barnes. You called him Bucky."

You could see the sadness in his eyes, "So.. what happened to you?"

"Well, give me an assessment of my injuries."

He reads my file, "You have a major concussion, a stab wound in the calf and a stab wound in the abdomen. You also seem to have many bones that were broken and not healed correctly."

"What do you think happened?"

He looks back up at me, "I believe you were held in captivity. Tortured. Maybe even trained. Am I right?"

I laugh, "No, not even close. Like way, way, off."

His eyes fill with seriousness, "So what happened then?"

My vision gets watery, "I don't want to talk about it."

He sighs, "Okay then. Who are your parents? You've been asleep for a day so they must be worried."

"Honestly? I don't know who my family is in this world. You can take a DNA test to find out though."

He starts to get up, "We'll do that while you get your CT scan."

I give him a small nod, "One more thing?"

Steve turns around for a moment, "What?"

You know what? Fuck the timeline.

"Look, you may not believe me, but eventually, you're going to be in the lab with Fury, Stark, Romanoff, Thor, and Banner. You guys will be fighting about something. Then, Loki's mind-controlled people are going to come in and take out two of the engine thingies. Banner will Hulk out. You cannot let that happen. Don't fight with the team, It'll get people killed. If you do this, Coulson won't die." 

  He nods his head and leaves. But I wonder if he took that seriously. Only time will tell, though. But just think, maybe I can fix the tragedy of the Avenger's lives. But then again, I could screw this up. 

  Some nurses come in and take a sample of my blood. What a strange word for that. When I think of sample, I think of sampling food at a store. So, that made the nurses seem like vampires. Then, they took me to get the CT scan. An hour later, Banner walked in, again. 

"So... how's Stark? Cap get pissed about him jolting you with that thingy?"

"How- actually, I know. Well, I know what you believe. It may or may not be the truth."

I roll my eyes, "Well, what did my CT say?"

He lets out an exasperated sigh, "Well, your brain is normal from what I can tell. But, Ms. Romanoff will be here soon to ask you some questions."

  Eventually, I hear footsteps towards the door. I look up to see that it's Nat. But I can't call her that to her face. That'd be weird. She walks in and sits next to me.

"Hey," I remember something, "I forgot to ask, who are my parents?"

"They're still figuring it out. Now, what happened?"

"Psh." I shrug it off, "Nothing I'm not mostly used to."

"Not to be too pushy or anything, but this is not something a 14 year old should be 'mostly used to.'"

"Well then, I'm not most 14 year old girls." I flash her a grin.

"That grin. Reminds me of someone." She seems to be scanning her brain to figure it out.

"Who?"

"I don't know. Now stop deflecting the question. What happened?"

"Nothing I couldn't handle."

She lets out a sigh, "Answer the question and tell me exactly what happened."

I look away from her, "It doesn't matter."

"Yes it does."

I turn my head and glare at her, "I know what you're doing, Natasha! I know you're assessing me to see if I'm a threat. You're trying to piece it together. Well, its not your puzzle. It's mine. So back off, because you're putting the pieces in the wrong place."

She looks at me, frustrated, "Tell me. What happened."

"FINE!" I yell, "I PASSED OUT AFTER GETTING STABBED BY MY OWN GODAMN FATHER TO WAKE UP HERE! IN ANOTHER FUCKING WORLD. I'M TRYING TO FIGURE OUT IF THIS IS A FUCKING DREAM, I'M DELUSIONAL, OR THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING!"

She seems shocked at my outburst, "Your father did this to you? Who is he?"

"It doesn't matter. You'll find out soon, anyways."

  As if on cue, a nurse rushes in with the test results and gives them to Natasha. When she reads them, she seems to get pissed. She throws it back on my bed and runs out of here. I wanted to know who was dead. I opened the file.

Mother: Cecile Marie Windham (Status: MIA Since 2006)

Father: Anthony Edward Stark (Status: Alive)

Oh Shit.