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edge_of_forever2012-06-28 10:45 am
hammerscall) wrote in edge_of_forever2012-06-28 10:45 am
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T-Minus 3... 2....
He awakes with a start.
It takes a moment, a moment of disorientation where he realizes that he's not in the odd little apartment that SHIELD has given him, he is not where he had been, especially since that was standing in a room with the other Avengers, with Nick Fury talking to them about how serious the threat facing the Earth was. He wasn't sure on the details, because he'd been staring at that odd plastic card they had given him - Donald Blake, it read, and had a picture of his face.
He still doesn't understand it, why a plastic card would have such power that the small agent who had given it to him would have stressed no less than nine times that he could not lose it - but back in that room, he had been turning it over in his fingers, to try to find it's worth. It was not backed in gold, it did not - as far as he could tell - have magical properties.
And then he is here, in this... cell. There is no other word for it, because it surely is that, it is a cell. Four beds, a machine in one wall, and asleep on the far bed is a blond woman, who looks like she may be waking up. "Do you know why we are here?" He pushes himself up off the bed, and then blinks down at himself - he should have realised it sooner, but Mjolnir is gone; he is in a simple set of black running clothes, much like what SHIELD had tried to give him. "I had been doing as they asked," he says more to himself than the woman, his brows furrowing as he frowns. Either they had all been taken thusly, or he had been betrayed; he wonders if all of the Avengers lie in cells such as these, if they are held by SHIELD or if SHIELD is held - but the first thing he does is to walk to the woman, crouching next to her bed as he looks at her. "Who are you? Do you know how you came to be here?"
It does not cross his mind that she could be behind this, because locking yourself in a cell with Thor Odinson would be incredibly stupid, and she hardly seems to be a lackwit. "I will get us out of this cell. Are you alright?"
It takes a moment, a moment of disorientation where he realizes that he's not in the odd little apartment that SHIELD has given him, he is not where he had been, especially since that was standing in a room with the other Avengers, with Nick Fury talking to them about how serious the threat facing the Earth was. He wasn't sure on the details, because he'd been staring at that odd plastic card they had given him - Donald Blake, it read, and had a picture of his face.
He still doesn't understand it, why a plastic card would have such power that the small agent who had given it to him would have stressed no less than nine times that he could not lose it - but back in that room, he had been turning it over in his fingers, to try to find it's worth. It was not backed in gold, it did not - as far as he could tell - have magical properties.
And then he is here, in this... cell. There is no other word for it, because it surely is that, it is a cell. Four beds, a machine in one wall, and asleep on the far bed is a blond woman, who looks like she may be waking up. "Do you know why we are here?" He pushes himself up off the bed, and then blinks down at himself - he should have realised it sooner, but Mjolnir is gone; he is in a simple set of black running clothes, much like what SHIELD had tried to give him. "I had been doing as they asked," he says more to himself than the woman, his brows furrowing as he frowns. Either they had all been taken thusly, or he had been betrayed; he wonders if all of the Avengers lie in cells such as these, if they are held by SHIELD or if SHIELD is held - but the first thing he does is to walk to the woman, crouching next to her bed as he looks at her. "Who are you? Do you know how you came to be here?"
It does not cross his mind that she could be behind this, because locking yourself in a cell with Thor Odinson would be incredibly stupid, and she hardly seems to be a lackwit. "I will get us out of this cell. Are you alright?"
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They were the last words she spoke to him, the last that he would remember. Marie ignored the gunfire, the explosions that the world was going to hell. She would be safe, she would protect her babies, but to do that she needed Toorop. He was a part of their story now in a way that he has never expected but that she has always understood.
With the missile racing toward him - locked onto the tracker in the passport in his neck - she fires, one shot that kills him. She sees the shock, the lack of understanding, the horror crossing through his eyes. And when that starts to fade when the life in his eyes begins to dim she speaks again, "there's no place like home."
The missle detonates and the girls inside of her protect her. They're more powerful than she is and together she keeps them all safe. Keeps Toorop safe.
It's the last thing that she remembers, waking up in a strange room with a dull headache.
She's never had a headache. Never been capable of it.
Marie looks to the man in confusion, "you are not Toorop."
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"I do not know this place, but they will not hold us for long." He does not have the patience to do what Tony Stark would do, to pull out the replicator, to attack the bare wires beneath. No, he knows full well that he will meet this with the direct approach, once the woman is settled. "What is your name?"
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"Aurora," she answers, "Thor son of Odin. I do not know why you are here. Those that would like to keep me should not want another."
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"Hold still." He moved, across the room, touching the wall beside the forcefield. He did not want to to explode - he could take it, but she would be fragile. He would not kill her, for that made escape rather pointless. He moved and punched the wall, and little more happened than a dent; frowning, he shifted, planting his feet, and he hit the wall at hard as he could--
And it crumpled inward, the layers of metal folding into the bullwalk beneath, the wires exposed but there was just more and more and more metal, and Thor-- Well. Thor was staring at his fingers in confusion, giving his hand an odd shake.
And then, quietly, because he wasn't actually speaking to anyone in particular-- "That hurt." He seemed more confused than anything else, not realising that what he just did was anything particularly unusual.
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Eventually when it does not work she slips off the bed to face him. "What power do you have?"
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"Hm." He stared at it, still shaking his hand, then- "Mjolnir." He looked back at the girl again. "What do you mean, what power do I have? I have many powers." He paused, and looked up at the ceiling, his eyes focusing on nothing as he just seemed to listen.
He held out a hand without hesitating, and then--
It took a moment, it took a long moment for the sound to reach them, the clashing bangs distant until a loud, loud noise, like a bell being struck, and it echoed through the room making him wince, not realising it must be far worse for her than it was for him. "What power do you have?"
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She shakes her hand, no longer cowering. What she wants is to take his hand, to see if she can help him but she doesn't think that she can. Slowly, Marie takes two steps toward him, slipping her small hand in his much larger one. "No real power. I know things, I've always known things."
Which is what makes this place so strange. It is nothing she knows. "This place... I do not know how to get us out."