Inheritance of ash

Jane Doe with a name

Vicky's eyes fluttered open to bright white lights that felt like a personal attack. She tried to sit up, and her body immediately sent a very clear message: "Nope."

"Take it easy, kid"

She squints her eyes, silently trying to put a face to the voice, just when Steve Rogers steps more into the light. His eyes fill with sympathy, but also worry and caution. Which makes sense, because for all he knows, she could be like... an evil magic creature's daughter or something sketchy like that.

Her voice is hoarse as she speaks. "Where am I?"

Captain America is just about to answer, when another voice cuts through the room, this one slightly annoyed and hinted with sarcasm.

"Not on the pavement anymore. You're welcome about that, by the way."

She tries to lift her head again, and this time manages to take a glance at the scene unfolding in front of her. Tony Stark, the famous billionaire known all over the world as 'Iron Man', stands in front of her with a smug face, noticeably proud of his little comeback.

"Gee thanks, I hadn't noticed that yet."

Vicky scanned the room. Sleek, shiny, and probably expensive enough to make her want to steal something-if she wasn't currently half-dead. Despite the big green guy that throws cars like they personally insulted his haircut, the original Avengers were all there: Tony tinkering with something that looked like a death ray, Natasha leaning coolly against the wall with arms crossed like she'd seen it all before, Clint looking like he'd rather be anywhere else, and Thor eyeing her like she might burst into flames any second.

She smirks despite herself.

"This is a real party, huh? I gotta say though, I don't remember all of you looking this conventionally attractive."

That gets everyone's attention. Vicky herself eyes the five characters in front of her like she's a 4 year old kid who just saw Santa's fat ass falling out of a chimney. She's trying to decide whether she just crashed into an alternate universe, or some weird - and very distressing cosplay assembly for people who belong on the cover of a vogue magazine.

"You're supposed to be fat." She blurts out to Thor, who looks five seconds away from hitting her with Mjolnir at her words. She manages to sit up entirely and points at her next dreadful victim, her manner dead-serious, and slightly confused.

"And you're supposed to be bald."

That does it for Clint, and he cackles at Tony, gripping the edge of the door frame to hold himself steady. Stark himself just stares at her, very insulted and terrified at the thought of being hairless. He pretends not to care, but runs a hand through his dark brown locks, just to make sure they're still there.

"Are you done?"

Her sharp voice makes Vicky close her mouth and quiet down like her life depends on it.

Maybe it does. That woman looks scary.

Steve is still calmly watching the entire interaction like it's a 1972 sitcom. Clint is now snickering at Vicky's fear of the famous black widow's cold demeanor.

"Care to elaborate a bit more on that, sidewalk?"

Vicky's head snaps into the billionaire's direction. She wants to retort something at his insulting comment, but decides to leave it be for now. She nervously glances around, not sure how the HD avengers are gonna take the news about the one-dollar store avengers.

"Okay, so... this might sound insane, but where I come from, there are Avengers too. Just.. uh, different."

Tony looks intrigued. "Different how? Like, "weird food and flying dogs" different, or "everyone speaks backwards and Steve wears Crocs" different?"