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Jane Foster: Interlude
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    • Jane Foster: Interlude​

    The last twelve hours have been a rollercoaster of exciting new developments. Ever since this woman literally dropped into my life, I've suddenly had more questions than I know how to try and answer. A purely theoretical concept of physics is not only no longer theoretical, but proven to be capable of transporting living things.

    But that's far from the only peculiar thing about her. She seems to genuinely have little idea of how she got here. She talks about this friend, Alex, as if they've never spent so much as a day apart. She carries herself as if she's never interacted with other people before, but also bluntly states her frame of mind for all the world to see. And then she asks this.

    Of course, I have been told I looked like other people before. My resemblance to Keira Knightly was a running joke on campus at the University. But she didn't say Keira Knightly. She said Natalie Portman, and then ran down a list of Keira Knightly films. Could she just be confusing the name?

    I ask, "Do you mean Keira Knightly?"

    What's she thinking? I almost always know. But then she'll suddenly flip a switch and become entirely inscrutable. This is one of those times. She just trailed off mid-sentence, and now she's staring off straight behind me. Maybe I did more damage to her head than I thought.

    "Are you sure you're okay? You seem a little out of it?"

    She doesn't respond. Is she looking at something? I turn around and see two men talking about something. I hadn't been paying attention, but apparently Xavier had. Something about a crashed satellite? I'm about to ask them about it when-

    "Ohhw FUCK ME."

    -Xavier stands up, yells, and slams her hands down on the table. She's really upset about something. The oddities continue.

    What does she have against satellites?

    ...Her hands are on fire.

    Her hands are on fire!

    I throw my coffee at her to try and put it out. How and when did her hands catch fire? There are no ignition sources nearby. And why doesn't she look more bothered by it?

    Erik tackles her to the ground and puts out the flames with his jacket. He removes the jacket and examines her injuries, "You're not burned."

    How can that be? Her hands were totally engulfed! I rush around the table to see it for myself and stub my toe on the leg of the table in my haste.

    Ignore the pain for now. I have observations to make that are more important.

    I reach for one of her hands. One of the ones that were covered in red-hot fire only moments ago. I feel her very smooth, entirely unharmed skin, "That's… impossible."
     
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    • Jane, the movie character, throws her coffee at me. Rude. What's she looking at? Oh.

    My hands are on fire.

    ...Is it too much to ask for two seconds from one world-altering revelation to the next? I guess this new body isn't exactly how I imagined it. At least I don't remember ever imagining myself with superpowers.

    Erik tackles me and smothers my hands against the floor with his jacket. Surprisingly enough the fire actually goes out. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, running through the exercises Alex used to use to control his temper. Fire powers activated at a stress and anger high point. Doesn't take a genius to connect the dots and say my mood had something to do with it.

    Erik removes his jacket and grabs my hands, checking them for burns. His face briefly imitates Archimedes seeing a Model-T for the first time, "You're not burned."

    Jane kicks the table on her way over to see for herself. She grabs one of my hands and runs her thumb over the skin, "That's... impossible."

    Darcy stands on her toes to get a look, "Woah." She takes out her phone and takes a picture.

    I'm still reeling from the fact that I'm in a movie. If I'm replacing Thor does that mean I'm supposed to go get his hammer? Would Odin's magic consider me worthy? I don't think it would. But then, if I don't get it and Thor doesn't either, does it just sit there? Who else would be worthy? Vision isn't built yet, and won't be without Thor's lightning anyway. Didn't Natasha use it in the comics? I wonder if there's a Beta Ray in this universe and fuck am I ever getting sidetracked. The hammer so isn't the important thing right now.

    Jane grabs my other hand and turns it over a few times, "This really can't be possible."

    I pull my hands back and give her a glare, "And yet here we are."

    Erik is staring past me, probably recounting the events in his head, "Quite extraordinary. Do you know anything about this?"

    I shake my head and look at my own hands for a second, "Not a clue. Never happened before."

    Jane is pacing now, "Maybe some kind of mutation from whatever transported you here? The same phenomenon could be responsible for the markings around where the wormhole dropped you."

    Darcy butts in, "You're like Superman."

    Erik looks like he needs an aspirin and I really don't blame him, "Mutation. Jane, you sound like you're talking about science fiction."

    I steal her next line, "Frequent precursor to science fact."

    Jane does a doubletake in my direction with her jaw looking like a nutcracker, before she finally resolves to pointing at me and saying, "Exactly."

    Darcy smirks, "Plus, it's kind of hard to call it fiction when we all just saw it happen."

    The four of us then remember where we are. We look around at the rest of the diner. Everyone's staring at me. Most at my hands. A few at… other places. Flattered, but on the other hand...

    I stand up, "Let's go."

    Jane nods wildly and grabs her bag, "Yeah, that might be a good idea. We could use a more private setting to figure this out in."

    On our way out I review my situation again. Fuck me I'm in the past, aren't I? When did Thor even come out? It was one of the early ones, wasn't it? 2010? 2009? If I were gonna try and follow the story I'd have to become "worthy", whatever that means, steal the hammer from SHIELD and fight the Destroyer in a day or two. But would this fire stuff make the hammer obsolete? Is it powerful enough to fight the Destroyer? That hammer is pretty sweet. It would definitely come in handy. How did Thor manage that anyway? I feel like Jane was important somehow.

    I briefly consider that I might be able to seduce Natalie Portman.

    Then I see the G-Man in the driver's seat of Jane's truck. Oh, that's right. SHIELD stole her stuff in this movie. Fuck, SHIELD is stealing her stuff!

    She runs past me and I too run to keep up. She yells at him, "Hey! What do you think you're doing?"

    I roll my eyes. Does she really think he's gonna stop just because she's here to yell at him?

    He's already started the engine. When he pulls out of the parking space I consider trying for a fire blast before I realize that even if it worked Jane wouldn't appreciate me blowing up her car.

    We get to it just in time to catch some dust with our faces as he zooms off. I turn to Jane and grab her shoulder to get her attention, "If you want to save anything from your lab we have to get over there right now."

    She gives me a "How do you know that?" look, before turning to run, full-speed. Apparently she opted to listen to me. Sweet. I follow her.

    By the time we get there there's a small horde of Men in Black picking the place apart for anything that looks even vaguely scientific and loading it all into a series of black trucks. In the center of it all is the man himself. Jane doesn't know that he's anything different from the rest of 'em, but I know better. I remember.

    I walk up to him and say, "Agent Phil Coulson of SHIELD."

    That shuts him right the hell up, and I can see him reading through scripts and protocols in his head. After a second or so of pause, he finally decides none of it applies, "And who are you?"
     
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    • Wonder how much knowledge of SHIELD you have? I've only ever seen a few DC films, so I'd be completely lost here, so seeing how you manage whatever comes next shall be interesting.
     
    Mizu said:
    Wonder how much knowledge of SHIELD you have? I've only ever seen a few DC films, so I'd be completely lost here, so seeing how you manage whatever comes next shall be interesting.
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    Real me shares in Alex's near-encyclopedic recall of every movie and tv episode he's seen, which is all of them, plus unlimited wiki access and reviewings.

    SI me gets no wiki access (obviously), and as much of everything else as I could easily remember on short notice with minimal effort, which is nowhere near even half of it.

    Basically, she's on her own. No asking the internet. No asking Alex. Still probably a heck of a lot more than any casual movie-go-er.
     
    lostgamer64 said:
    I was saying that a secret agency like SHIELD doesn't exist in the public eye. So the public in the Marvel universe, depending on which universe, thinks that secret agency is nonexistent.
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    SI has meta-knowledge. So she knows it exists. And it sure as hell exists well enough to arrest someone for killing one of their top agents. In the tv show they arrest a billionaire for less. Killing an intelligence agent would be a stupidly bad idea, in any universe.
     
    Given this is a fusion with DCTVU, is ARGUS a part of SHIELD or a separate organization?
     
    Son of a Coul
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    • I just stumped the future Director of SHIELD. And doesn't that just make me feel like I could take on the whole goddamn world. I smirk openly, and reach out my hand, "I'm Xavier."

    Coulson accepts the handshake in that polite but careful way that people do when they don't really trust someone, "Do we know each other from somewhere?"

    I shake my head, "Not even a little bit. You don't know me, anyway. How's that 0-8-4 going, by the way? Still stuck in the ground like a bad piece of spinach?"

    He's not showing any fear. But I can feel him sizing up the best way to take me down if things come to blows. I really don't want to have to find out if I can win a fight just yet. He maintains his practiced, pleasant smile, "I think you might know the answer to that better than I do." Oh, that's an excellent response. Giving me zero information that I might not already have. He's not falling for the false omniscience claim. "Care to tell me where your clearance comes from? I wouldn't want to commit treason by accident."

    I see Jane shouting up a storm with the other agents behind him.

    I cross my arms, "My clearance comes from me. I know about the 0-8-4 you recovered. I know it's shaped like a hammer and no-one you've got can move it. I know SHIELD has been active a hell of a lot longer than the few years you claim because Peggy Carter founded it not long after World War 2. I know the Hulk is real, and that its real name is Bruce Banner. I know about the Avengers Initiative and I know Tony Stark doesn't qualify, but you're gonna let him in anyway. I know about your girlfriend, the cellist. And I know that there's an invasion coming that's gonna kill you and throw Hell's Kitchen to the dogs unless we stop it."

    I can almost see the motors whirring in his head through the vein that appears briefly as I'm talking. He takes a second or two to prepare a response, "So what are you? Some kind of Clairvoyant?"

    While Jane is making a fuss and drawing attention Erik snags two notebooks into his coat.

    "God no. That's not a title I want. Just someone in the wrong place at the wrong time." About five years wrong, actually. "Do you believe I know what I know?"

    He nods lightly, "I believe you believe it. Whether or not it's true is a different matter."

    I shrug, "From the mouths of babes. Believe it or not I'm only two years old, whatever my ID says."

    He allows me to see him looking me over this time, "You don't look it. What would your parents think if they knew you were here causing trouble?"

    Darcy trips and stumbles into one of the agents, somehow managing a perfect bump-and-lift pickpocketing. Gotta ask her how she learned that later.

    "You mean creator, and he's not here. But he'd probably giggle himself silly. He loves you guys."

    I can tell I've got his unbridled curiosity now, "Creator? You make it sound like you're some kind of android. It would explain the age."

    Jane grabs some gizmo out of someone's hand with all the audacity she can manage. Erik and Darcy make a show of holding her back, and pocket one more item each in the process of returning and apologizing for what Jane stole.

    "Or a synthezoid. So now you're searching your brain for all the most brilliant minds that might be behind this. Stark, Pym, Cho. Maybe Osborn or Parker or Richards. But that kind of technology's years off. And even then, it wouldn't look like me. But then again, I could just be lying."

    "And it wouldn't explain what you know. You understand I'm going to have to take you into custody now. We can't just let a leak like this go unnoticed. Bad for publicity."

    I hold my wrists up in a mock handcuffs pose, "Yeah, yeah. Take me home and tie me up and I promise I'll whisper sweet nothings into a polygraph for you."

    The three others cut their losses and make their exit, Erik and Darcy pretending to drag Jane away. Or maybe they really are dragging her away. It's hard for me to tell if she's playing it up or if she's just naturally that overdramatic.

    One of the other agents hands Coulson a pair of single-piece cuffs with no keyhole and he puts them on me, "You shouldn't talk like that. What would the cellist say if she knew?"

    I test the cuffs, which holy crap aren't going anywhere, "I think she'd have a lot bigger questions if she knew everything you did at work."

    Two agents grab me by either arm and shove me into the back seat of one of the trucks filled with appropriated goods. After a few seconds I feel a painful prick on my wrist, and something burrowing into my skin. My hands go numb, followed by my elbows, arms, shoulders, and the last thing I hear is the engine starting.
     
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    • Were diverging off canon faster than I can say dog. Where will this go? How will she survive? Did you watch Daredevil season 2? All rhetorical questions. I do love this story.
     
    Malbutorius said:
    Getting yourself abducted by the government usually isn't the best way to survive.
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    lostgamer64 said:
    Where will this go? How will she survive?
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    Just wait a few chapters. Either she'll talk her way out of getting tortured, or she'll be... so screwed. But I'm not gonna spoil it for you.

    lostgamer64 said:
    Did you watch Daredevil season 2?
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    Yes. Who the fuck knows how Black Sky is supposed to jive with the supposedly Sci-Fi MCU. But the Hand were pretty cool as far as ninjas go.
     
    Would they really use torture?
    Wouldn't they try more reliable methods of information gathering?
    Torture is good for confessions but bad for reliable information, since the guy you're torturing will make up stuff to make you stop.
     
    Seed00 said:
    You have no sense of self preservation.
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    Malbutorius said:
    Why would you risk torture realistically?
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    Because I'm reckless and impulsive. Alex is usually the one who talks me out of doing something stupid. SI doesn't have him there anymore, and she's not thinking about the torture. She's thinking about how awesome it is to be a giant living unknown to one of the most knowledgeable people on the planet. Plus, Jane needs a distraction to steal any of her stuff back and this keeps Coulson totally focused on something else.

    Basically it's one of those things that made perfect sense at the time...

    I'm trying to write SI as doing what I would do in the moment. Not the optimized solution based off the quarter-hour I can spend on writing and editing a chapter. Don't want a Strategist Sue, do we? So unless she has hours to think about it too, whatever the first response that pops into my head is, that's what she does.
     
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    Xavier Bronze said:
    Because I'm reckless and impulsive. Alex is usually the one who talks me out of doing something stupid. SI doesn't have him there anymore, and she's not thinking about the torture. She's thinking about how awesome it is to be a giant living unknown to one of the most knowledgeable people on the planet. Plus, Jane needs a distraction to steal any of her stuff back and this keeps Coulson totally focused on something else.

    Basically it's one of those things that made perfect sense at the time...

    I'm trying to write SI as doing what I would do in the moment. Not the optimized solution based off the quarter-hour I can spend on writing and editing a chapter. Don't want a Strategist Sue, do we? So unless she has hours to think about it too, whatever the first response that pops into my head is, that's what she does.
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    Now I can see why you two share a head. While the concept is still strange to me, I see you're better together than apart.

    Especially since your mental sibling got the last batch of self preservation when they were handing it out.
     
    I Am Become 0-8-4
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    • I wake up with a bag over my head. Wow, real original guys. Someone pulls it off and I'm in the same brightly lit interrogation room they put Thor in. So far I haven't been able to change much about the course of events, so i better start rearing for a showdown tomorrow.

    But wait a minute. Loki only sent the Destroyer to kill Thor. What happens when Heimdal looks and sees Thor's not on earth like he's supposed to be? Fuck, where is Thor anyway? That completely slipped my mind. Is Thor stuck in Alex's brain back home? What the fuck happens when the Asgardians can't find Thor? Would they avenge him after he'd been banished? They made him mortal, so they had to know it was a possibility. Then again, his banishment wasn't exactly a popular decision if I recall. Lady Sif and the Three Stooges will definitely be looking. Can they trace his disappearance back to me? I landed right where he should've. Who am I kidding, they're fucking magic gods. One of 'em is gonna know.

    I should probably pay more attention to the puny humans who tied me to this chair now, "Hey Hawkeye."

    Clint Barton nods back at me from the corner of the room, "Hey."

    I smile, "You must be good cop. So where's the-"

    My chair tips forward until the back is darn near parallel to the ground and then stops. I stretch my neck but can't get far enough to see anything except the floor. I hear boots as the person behind me walks around the chair, holding it back from crushing my face. I see combat boots and a black longcoat.

    I couldn't possibly have kicked up enough shit to warrant a visit from him, could I?

    A woman's voice, not Scarlet Johansson, "Who do you work for?"

    I wonder what happens when I don't answer? "You're not who I thought you were. Where's Fury?"

    My chair drops and I instinctively turn my head to soften the blow. I open my eyes a moment later to find my cheek about a millimeter from touchdown. If I hadn't flinched I'd have a broken nose now.

    Barton sighs, "Look, Ms. Bronze, There are maybe a hundred thousand people alive who know that name. You're in deep already. The best thing you can do is be straight with us, and maybe then we can reach a settlement that lets you see the outside of a cell sometime before your bicentennial.

    I nod what little I can in the given space, "You're right. Sorry. Just being a pill. Nah, it's just me. I don't work for anyone."

    I get lightheaded at how fast I whip backward into an upright position and come face to face with… the not-mother, "SHIELD has the best security network on the planet and you expect us to believe you broke it all by yourself?"

    I smile, "Agent Hill, I didn't break it by myself. I bypassed it completely by accident." She glances downward and I follow her eyes to a green light on the left arm of the chair I'm in. Must be a lie detector, "I hate fudge." The light flashes red and beeps at us. Yup. Lie detector. "I'm honored that I merit investigation from the Assistant Director, by the way. I didn't think I was that important."

    She looks at me sternly, coldly, "You represent the most severe information breach SHIELD has suffered since its inception." I know that's not true, but if I say anything, Hydra will definitely hear about it and kill me, so I let her continue uncorrected, "Now I'm only going to ask this once. Where did you get your information?"

    Just as I'm about to open my mouth, Barton interrupts, "She says once, she means once. The next thing that comes out of your mouth isn't the whole truth and nothing but, after this things get unpleasant, and you will regret not telling her upfront."

    Thanks, I wasn't planning on testing that one, Good Cop.

    "My friend Alex shows me a lot of movies..."
     
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    • Mizu said:
    I hadn't flinched
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    Thanks.

    Mizu said:
    They must be so frustrated dealing with you.
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    Outside information tends to do that. Skye gave them similar troubles on the tv show, before she joined the team. Course, she actually earned her stolen info by stealing it. SI's done nothing for it or with it since, except get herself canned.

    I have no plan, by the way. If SI gets herself into something that I can't figure a way to get her out of, this thing ends. Narrative be damned. Maybe she blows up the world. Who the fuck knows. Alex has a detailed timeline of what's supposed to happen when, which isn't worth shit if she isn't alive to see it. Just consider yourselves forewarned. This isn't so much a story as a text-based Let's Play for some weird super-hero sandbox.
     
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