[ Jane wakes up a little sick and a lot disoriented. The room spins and the walls - washed white and far too bright - make her close her eyes again. Her vision swims and she's out, swept back into darkness.
When she wakes up again, she's alone.
Completely, utterly, alone.
Shivering, Jane sits up but she immediately cringes and curls in on herself, hands going to her head as memories begin to flash through her mind as her brain reboots itself.
A man with a compound, aimed at Thor--
Jane literally flinging herself in front of him--
Hand wrapping around the handle of the hammer, fingers gripping--
A surge of power, a shriek of confusion, a roar of rage--
Scaled metal, armor, cape soft as silk--
Jane pulls in a shuddering breath and fists at her eyes, trying to make sure she's here - in the now, and completely present. She's not entirely sure that she is, considering her surroundings but perhaps the government decided that whatever had happened with her and their precious artifact was worth examining.
However, upon watching the video, Jane is very quickly convinced that there is no correlation between this place and her world itself.
With shaking hands, Jane fumbles with her new 'glasses' and snatches that little black book close to her chest, breath coming in quick gasps of relief before she figures out how to turn the glasses on. ]
Doctor Jane Foster.
[ Her voice wavers at first, but then firms out. ]
Newly arrived. Obviously. I watched the video, far-fetched, but okay. I can get behind it.
jane foster (au) | mcu
[ Jane wakes up a little sick and a lot disoriented. The room spins and the walls - washed white and far too bright - make her close her eyes again. Her vision swims and she's out, swept back into darkness.
When she wakes up again, she's alone.
Completely, utterly, alone.
Shivering, Jane sits up but she immediately cringes and curls in on herself, hands going to her head as memories begin to flash through her mind as her brain reboots itself.
A man with a compound, aimed at Thor--
Jane literally flinging herself in front of him--
Hand wrapping around the handle of the hammer, fingers gripping--
A surge of power, a shriek of confusion, a roar of rage--
Scaled metal, armor, cape soft as silk--
Jane pulls in a shuddering breath and fists at her eyes, trying to make sure she's here - in the now, and completely present. She's not entirely sure that she is, considering her surroundings but perhaps the government decided that whatever had happened with her and their precious artifact was worth examining.
However, upon watching the video, Jane is very quickly convinced that there is no correlation between this place and her world itself.
With shaking hands, Jane fumbles with her new 'glasses' and snatches that little black book close to her chest, breath coming in quick gasps of relief before she figures out how to turn the glasses on. ]
Doctor Jane Foster.
[ Her voice wavers at first, but then firms out. ]
Newly arrived. Obviously. I watched the video, far-fetched, but okay. I can get behind it.
...
So now what?
#7
[ make something up! ]