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You were never really sure where you came from, but what mattered more was where you were going. That was the life of a SHIELD agent.
You didn't remember your childhood. Literally. It was like someone cut out the beginning film strip of a movie, and you were left to wonder what was going on since you turned seven.
The SHIELD agents told you that you had come from an orphanage in a secret village that they had originally assumed was a Hydra hideout. They soon discovered that it was a more convoluted scheme than that. In one village house, they found entries, logs, and maps from nine places throughout time and space. They'd only been able to locate two of them. One of them, named Midgard, was definitely a codename for Earth. They only figured out the other realm, Asgard, existed because you accidentally got sent there when you were on a mission.
Whoops.
You were on an undercover assignment in Japan, pretending to be a cover band touring throughout Tokyo in various clubs because, dang, girl, you could sing. There was a dangerous operation in one of the clubs, and you had to figure out which one it was in. However, you hadn't loved the road life since it forced you to learn way too much about your SHIELD teammate Justin who had been stationed in Tokyo with you. Also, he really only spoke Japanese, as did basically everyone else in Japan, and it took you awhile to pick up on the language. You were pretty good at translating now. At least you could order food so you wouldn't starve or anything. You also knew a lot of swear words, which came in pretty handy when you finally found the leader of Hydra's mutant ring.
You swear, who thought turning people into mutants and forcing them to fight was a good idea? It was sickening. Granted, you could sort of relate. You didn't know what was up with you. You didn't think you were a mutant, but you had some weird ass powers that ranged from clairvoyance to casting spells on people. You had hoped to get a Hogwarts letter or something of the like when you turned eleven, but it never came. Now, you just used your powers discretely. Fury had some inkling of what you could do, but he kept it on the down low. Justin knew too since you healed him from a deadly gun-shot wound, but aside from that, you were pretty secretive. You figured the second word got out, there'd be a headhunt for you, especially from Hydra.
However, those powers also came in handy when you found the Hydra leader.
You'd just been thrown across the bar and slammed headfirst into a line of mugs. Before a Hydra agent could shoot you, you chucked a glass stein at his head, and he crumpled to the floor like a sack of potatoes. You stabbed him in the back and turned to keep your eyes on the other assassins. They disappeared behind a red curtain that lead backstage.
"-Come on!-" you yelled at Justin who had just snapped the neck of another assassin.
"-Get the rest of the people out!-" you told your other bandmates/agents before you whipped into the backroom. You attempted to run forward but your feet hit nothing, and you fell forward into space. You had time to think "What the f-" before you landed on soft grass. You were comfortable for that split second, feeling the earth beneath you, until Justin landed on your back and knocked the breath out of you.
"-Where the hell are we?-" Justin asked once you'd both caught your breaths. A small village surrounded you, with quaint cottages and a governor's mansion at the top of a hill. It was sunny, not at all like the night you just left in Tokyo, and had no skyscrapers or any other high-tech stuff in sight.
"-I don't know. Where'd they go?-" You asked, referring to the gang members.
A shot rang out, grazing you ear. You and Justin headed in the direction of the shot. Another shot rang out, and you heard grunts as you turned a corner. You proceeded to run right into a hunting party. The bad guys had been shot through their hearts with arrows, and about twenty archers on the backs of horses spun and turned their bows on you. You and Justin dropped your weapons and raised your hands in the air in surrender.
"I assume since these men were shooting at you that you are not in league with them?" the head of the party (at least, you assumed he was the head) asked you and Justin. Justin looked hopelessly at you for a translation.
"-He's asking if we work for them-"
Justin immediately made gestures at the party to signal that no, you did not work for them. This seemed to surprise the man.
"You understand Allspeak?" he asked curiously.
"What's Allspeak?" you asked back.
"…It's the language we're speaking right now."
"I guess so? I call it English."
"Ah." Recognition dawned on the man's face. "You're from Midgard."
That made you tense. You knew the word from previous SHIELD investigations.
"Aren't we on Midgard?" you asked. It was probably a stupid question.
"We're on Asgard," the head answered.
"And what country is Asgard in?"
"Asgard is a world, not a country. Like Nilfheim or Alfheim." He nodded at you. "Or Midgard."
"-Why do you look so pale? What's he saying?-" Justin asked you.
You translated for him.
"-He's crazy. Let's leave.-"
"Funny, you're the only Midgardians around here that can speak Allspeak. Most speak another language we can't decipher, the one your friend is speaking," the head continued.
"You mean there are more, um, Midgardians, around here."
"Yes, the village here is full of them. From what we gathered, they were being held hostage here by these men we just killed." He nodded at the bodies in front of his horse.
"Well, thank you for killing them! We'll just be on our way now," you said, and you and Justin hurried the hell out of there. You turned the same corner but couldn't find how you got here. There was no doorway or red curtain in sight. You ran back to the hunting party, where everyone was getting ready to leave.
"Do you happen to know how to get back to, um, Midgard?" you asked.
"The portal should still work. It's in the middle of the road. We've been staking it out for months trying to catch the bosses of this crime ring. Are you returning?"
"Yeah."
"We'll be sending the rest of the Midgardians through with you. They'll need to go back."
"Awesome! Sounds… awesome. Yeah. Thank you."
You ran back to Justin.
"-How do we get back?-" he asks.
"-They said there's a-" You didn't know the word for portal. So you tried to explain it the best you can.
"Chell, Wheatly, GLaDOS. –Door-"
"Oh! Portal!"
"-Yes!-"
"-I think they're just crazy.-"
You weren't so sure. You inched along with your hand out, trying to make sure you don't stumble through something. When you crossed the middle section of the road, your arm from your hand to your elbow disappeared.
"Oh, my God," you whispered. You could feel the stares of the hunting party watching you. You got the feeling that they're incredibly amused.
Before Justin could protest, you walked through the portal. You landed back in the club, on the other side of the red curtain. Police sirens were wailing. Cops were just starting to come in. You hopped back into the void.
"JUSTIN THERE'S A PORTAL WHAT DO WE DO?" You grabbed Justin's shirt.
Justin was just as dumbstruck as you.
"Yes, there are portals like that around Asgard. We'll have to keep a closer eye on this one," said the hunting party leader. They were dragging the dead men with them. When the villagers saw this they begin to come out of their homes. They looked awestruck. Some were crying with relief. They ran out to thank the hunting party, and you and Justin.
"All right, everybody, you all need to go home," shouted the hunting party leader. He pointed through the portal. Most people seemed to get the message, but they didnn't budge.
"Can you translate for them?" The head asked you. You did this. The people still didn't move. A man who appeared to have some control of his fellow villagers made his way to you.
"-Tell him that we would like to stay.-"
"Are you serious?"
He nodded. You sighed.
"He says they'd like to stay here. You know. In Asgard."
The man looked displeased.
"I don't think the king would be very happy about that. They have to go back."
The man whispered to you again.
"He says they've already lived here so long that it will be hard to go back to normal life. They won't get involved in politics or harm you in any way. He asks you to please ask the king to let them stay."
The head didn't look happy about it, but he agreed to the terms.
"I'll ask, but if he says no, then they have to leave."
You translated. Heads nodded in agreement.
As the hunting party left, you and Justin said goodbye to the villagers and hopped through the portal. You had to tell Fury about this. This would change everything