Avengers : Worldfall

The Girl Out of the Breach

"Danger! Radiation level increased by 12%." Friday warned as the siren blared.

"Bruce, what's happening?" Stark asked, his tone urgent. "It's not gonna explode, is it?"

In the middle of their lab stood a small, transparent room—a glass cube with walls of reinforced panels. Inside it, centered on a pedestal, was a spherical object of unknown origins they had brought in to test. But just a few hours into their experiments, the object had reacted.

The rings around the sphere spun faster and faster until they became a dizzying blur.

Before anyone could react, the air vibrated and space itself began to distort around the sphere. In the blink of an eye, a crack split the air.

Blop!

A person tumbled out from the fissure just before it snapped shut, the turmoil instantly quieting. The rings slowed to a halt, becoming still once more.

"Radiation levels back to normal," Friday announced. "Decontamination protocols ended. Danger averted."

"That was a spatial distortion," Bruce said, watching the monitors. "A passage was opened..."

"And someone came out of it," Stark completed, his eyes fixed on the figure lying on the ground.

A groan escaped the person as she pushed herself up. Her distraught eyes darted around the facility before settling on the two men observing her from behind the glass wall.

"Kivessas gontu?" the girl spoke, a frown on her face.

"What did she say?" Stark asked.

Bruce just shook his head.

"Friday?"

"Language not recognized," the AI answered.

"Well..." Stark crossed his arms. "It seems our new friend is not from around here."

******

The black-haired girl sat on the ground, tapping a finger calmly on her knee as she watched the group of people conversing a few feet away behind the glass. A red-haired woman and a blond man had arrived a few minutes prior.

They were all talking while occasionally shooting glances in her direction. She couldn't hear their words, but from the way their lips moved, they weren't speaking any language she knew. They weren't her people; they were different. Each of them felt unique, special , a fact her intuition confirmed.

The place she was in was some kind of a lab, filled with foreign objects. There were black boxes with glowing screens and even larger alloyed cabinets with openings. She wondered what they were used for.

In the entire room, the only thing she recognized was the 'Dimensional Navigator' kept in the glass cube with her. It was clearly the culprit that had brought her here, though it didn't seem to have been the foreigners' intention, judging by how agitated they had been.

The questions now were: where was she, and how far had she been sent from her home? The farther she was, the longer it would take for her people to find her—with the slight, terrifying possibility that they might never find her at all.

If she wanted to return on her own, she could use the Dimensional Navigator, but it seemed depleted of energy. It was already an old device; it must have used its last reserves to bring her here before shutting down completely.

Recharging it would be difficult, but not impossible.

For now, she decided to wait and see what these foreigners would do with her.