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Heyoo, sorry for being MIA for a little while, I had exams and tournaments and all that, but now I'm back! Thanks for reviewing the previous chapters, they mean a lot to me!

By the way, for those of you wondering, worry not, the Avengers will play a big part in this story soon.

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel


I hear voices. They sound distant, but close by at the same time. My arms are restrained to my sides and my body is strapped to what feels like a table, a cold one at that.

I try to open my eyes, but my body won't listen to my mind's commands. Slowly, I begin to regain the feeling in my limbs, but the restraints on my body limit my movement. I try to wriggle my wrists out of the clasps, but they're bound tight.

"Sir, she's beginning to regain consciousness," a woman says. Something about her voice sends shivers down my spine. I force my eyes open, only to see a bright light shone in my eyes, but I can faintly make out a female scientist by my bedside, looking down on a clipboard and writing some notes.

"Her body temperature is dropping at an alarming rate," she comments to somebody behind her.

"Should we put her under again?" It's a man who speaks this time.

"I think it's best we keep her awake for now."

I shake my head slowly, squeezing my eyes shut to avoid the glare of the light. Seconds later, I open them again, except now my vision is almost completely blurred. A thick layer of mist floats between me and the woman, almost fully erasing her from my vision.

"What's happening?" the man shouts.

"I think it's her," she responds. Me? "It's a defence mechanism. When she's scared or in pain, she unintentionally uses her ability."

Ability? The heck?

"Well what are you waiting for then? Sedate her before she fills this whole building with her fog shit," the man growls. Before I can fully process his words, something sharp and needle-like is pushed into my arm, pulling me back into unconsciousness.


The next time I wake up, the bright light that burned my eyes, the shackles and the 'scientists' I saw the first time are no longer, replaced by a filthy, empty and dim space, cut off by bars to create a jail-like air. An agonizing headache overpowers all other feeling in my body, leaving me to struggle to process what's happening. Pressing two fingers to each temple, my eyes shift around, taking in my surroundings.

The place resembles that of the dungeons from those medieval movies, with a lining of dusty cells on one side of the walkway. Looking to my left first, I gasp at the sight of each and every cell occupied, mostly just by kids like me. Some are sleeping, others are crying, but most just sit silently, contemplating their lives behind the rusty metal bars. Turning my head to the right, I'm met with the same sight. Kid after kid after kid, all smeared with dirt and blood stains, which makes me heart jump to my throat.

One particular figure, sprawled on the cold stone floor of the cell beside mine, catches my eye. Calum's unmistakeable spikey brown hair and his toned physique lay lifelessly, making my heart pound in my chest.

"Calum," I hiss, crawling over to the bars where our cells meet. Nothing, not even a twitch. "Cal!"

I try to reach into the cell, but as soon as my skin brushes one of the bars, a jolt is sent through my body, jerking me back.

I groan, and return to just calling his name. Slowly but surely, Calum begins to stir. He seems dazed as he sits up, but he's up in full beast mode when he finally processes what's going on.

"Lyla," he calls as soon as he spots me, racing to the bars keeping us from each other. I wince has he grabs them, only to be sent flying back from the electric shock.

"What happened?" Calum asks after he recovers. He steps closer again, but this time careful not to touch the metal. I think back to the last thing I remember, and that's returning to the Marvel Universe, only to run into the two scariest guys I've ever seen. Everything after is a complete blank.

"We got caught," I state bluntly, not quite sure how else to say it.

Suddenly an image of my mum flashes in my mind. She's probably already woken up to find me gone, and freaking out. I can just imagine her hysteria.

"Calum," I sniffle. "What are we going to do?"

"Don't you worry, Ly," he says reassuringly. "I'll get us out of here."

"How? We don't know where we are or how we got here. We're trapped."

"Lyla, listen to me, okay?" My eyes shift from the dusty floor to meet his green ones. "We will get out of here. S.H.I.E.L.D. is looking for us, I promise you. We'll get out of here."

"You don't know that!" I'm shouting now, tears of distress streaming down my cheeks.

"Shut up, will you?" I spin around to see the girl in the other cell beside mine. She's laying casually on the ground, picking at her nails.

"Well unlike your lazy arse, I'm actually trying to get us out of here," I snap back at her.

"Everyone's tried, honey," she responds with a dry laugh. "Stretchy over there was our best shot."

I follow her gaze to see a boy, about our age. "What do you mean?" I ask her.

"He looks normal now, but he can stretch his limbs to fit through almost anything," she explains.

"You mean like a superpower?" Calum asks, jumping into our conversations.

"Uh, yeah. That's why we're all here, dumbass."

"I don't have a-" Calum begins, but I interrupt him.

"The fog," I whisper in sudden realisation.

As if on cue, a faint mist begins to fill the room, thickening by the second. Soon, the entire area is coated in a thick white fog.