Disclaimer: I do not own The Avengers, or any of the characters, plot-lines, dialogue from the shows or books.

However, I do own Briella Sky, her backstory, the storyline, and any additional characters that do not belong to The Avengers. Characters in this story may not have the same opinion as you. These characters are all fictional.

OC - Willa Holland

I just walked out of the movie theatre after watching the most awaited show, Avengers Endgame. Well, it was definitely not what I was expecting it to be. It really hurt to see my favorite characters die and not getting the happily ever after they deserved. Though I can be called a fan of Marvel as I saw all the movies. I am not crazy about it; to read the comics and browse fan theories on YouTube.

So, where was I? Yeah. I was walking out of the theatre to the parking lot. I looked at my phone, and it read 12:30 am. And there was a missed call from my Dad exactly half an hour ago, so I redialed the number.

"Hey, Dad," I said, "Sorry I didn't see your call. There was no network inside the theatre."

"Hey, baby. Happy birthday," he said, causing me to smile.

"Thank you," I said. No matter who calls me to wish, my family always wishes me at 12' 0 clocks at midnight. It's kind of a tradition.

"But what are you doing out this late?" He asked, sounding protective.

"Sorry, today is the first day of Endgame movie, and I had to watch it on the first day before some idiot gives me spoilers," I said, and before he could say anything, I heard a muffled voice saying, "Okay, that's enough, you two."

"Hey, sweetie, happy birthday!" I listened to my mom's gushed tone through the phone.

"Thanks, mum," I said with a smile.

"Oh, my God! You turned 20 today. It feels like you were born just yesterday," she said, continuing, "You are coming home today, right? Your Dad and I invited a bunch of friends over to celebrate. We are planning a barbeque."

"That's supposed to be a surprise," my Dad's voice sounded, and my mom let out an "Oh!" making me giggle.

"What if I had other plans?" I said, interrupting their bickering.

"What? You want to study your neurology books on your birthday that only comes once a year?" My mom said sarcastically.

"Or maybe I planned to hang out with someone," I said, getting into my car after finally spotting it in that jungle called parking lot.

"You don't have any friends," my Dad said, which I pretended not to hear. But he was correct, I have friends but not close enough to hang out. It takes me a lot of time to trust someone, and these days people don't waste time on that. So, I am technically considered a loner. I only have one best friend, Jake, and he is currently in Australia who called me when it was 12 for him, which was ages ago.

"Is it a boy? Then bring him to the barbeque," my mom said excitedly.

"Hey, no boys until 25, remember?" my Dad said, but my mom acted like she didn't hear it.

"Jake is a guy," I said to my Dad, remembering my best friend.

"He is different," He replied, immediately making me sigh and shake my head.

"Fine, don't sulk. I am not going out with any boyfriend. Guys are not into someone sarcastic and more intelligent than them. And yes, I will be home for dinner. Now bye," I said, wanting to go back to my studio apartment and get some sleep.

"Byee. Love you"

"Love you too," I said aloud after pressing the red button.

I then put the key in the ignition and tried to start the car, but it wasn't working. I tried a few more times and gave up. I called the Mercedes call center, which connected after half an hour. Then they gave me a few instructions and asked me to try it again, which was no use either. And they finally asked me to wait for another half an hour saying, they will send someone to pick the keys and car, which I did. The guys said it's gonna take time to order a cab as it's late, so I asked them not to stress out and that I will take some public transport.

Great way to start a birthday.

It was 1:30 by the time I reached the nearest bus stop.

God! I didn't even bring a jacket, and it's cold as hell. The roads were so empty and dark, and on the cue, I saw a light glowing in an ally near the bus stop. I wouldn't have worried about it if it was a regular street light or something. But it wasn't. It was a bright blue light hard to miss on this cold night. And something in me told to check it out.

'No! Don't go there. Ignore it,' I kept repeating myself.

'Shit! I am gonna regret this,' I thought, making my way there and peaked a bit to see what it was.

It looked like a football-sized bulb, burning blue flames like it's emitting a ton of energy, flying in the air in the middle of the deserted ally.

What the heck? That's one messed up looking bulb.

And suddenly, there was a type of black hole created, and I got sucked right in as my screams are muffled by it. And the next second, I was landed on a cold floor with a thud, breathing heavily as my brain was reacting to the recent traumatic experience I just had.

The first thing I heard after I came to my senses was a gunshot followed by some heavy footsteps. I looked around to notice that I was in a huge room that looked like an R&D lab, and some men were lying down, looking... dead-ish. I stood up slowly, wobbling on my foot for a second, and returning back to my usual self after taking a deep breath. I moved a few steps away from the ceiling him that looked like it is going to collapse any second when I saw a man sitting up with a painful ache. I immediately made my way to him, trying to help him.

"Oh, my God! What happened to you?" I said, shocked, going towards the guy. "Are you alright? Shit! Sorry, that was a shitty question."

"Who the hell are you?" He said, looking at me holding on to bullet shell he got out with his fingers from his bulletproof vest.

"You can ask me questions later, but first, let's get out of here. This place looks like it's about to collapse," I said, helping the stranger up, and he didn't say anything; instead took his walkie talkie out, getting up.

"Hill, do you copy?" he said, pulling out a bullet with his hand. "Barton is compromised," he tried to say, but there was firing on the other side before he could complete the sentence. Suddenly everything inside the room was flying, and I dragged the guy out with me.

Don't tell me we are in the apocalypse or something.

"He's got the Tesseract! Track it down," he said, still talking into that damn thing. Dude, we are about to die. Little concentration would help.

And Tesseract? Is it a real thing? Did these guys keep it as a codeword for something? I then got the proper look at the guy I was holding on to, and he looked exactly like Nick Fury with the same black and black costume and an eye patch on his left eye.

What the hell is happening here? I wanted to shout out loud. But I didn't have time to dwell on it with all the things going on around me. This is just some organization that took Marvel's love to another level.

"Which way?" I asked the guy who looked like Nick Fury, not knowing where we should be going to avoid the earthquake...or whatever the hell this is called.

He silently asked me to follow him, and we barely managed to get out of their alive without anything falling on our heads.

"You're clear, sir! You need to go!" Someone said through the walkie talkie.

And the next second, we jumped into a helicopter as the ground under us collapsed along with the whole building. Gym helps at dire times.

But why does it feels like a Deja vu?

Am I really here?

I looked below us from the flying chopper to see we were in some deserted land. There was no sign of any other buildings nearby. Where the hell is the bus stop and movie theater? And mainly where is that asshat of a bulb.

"This is a dream. I am dreaming," I kept repeating aloud the only explanation to the situation I am in, and I tried so hard to wake up when the guy beside me said.

"Trust me, little girl. This is not a dream. Though I would very much like to know how you came into SHIELD's facility without anyone's notice, I have more important things to do," he said, taking out a big gun under the seat, unlocking it. He then opened the door and aimed it outside, and then shot at the truck that's going on the road below us.

As a response, someone from the car, that's obviously pissed, pointed their weird looking blue weapon at us, that caused the chopper we were on to catch fire. The Nick-Fury-guy beside me jumped out of it before the helicopter crashed, dragging me along with him. I let out a moan and whimper when my body hit the hard ground. However, the Fury looking guy stood right up and fired at the truck again. But it was too late, cause the vehicle already left.

"Director? Director Fury, do you copy?" Someone said through the walkie talkie.

Wait, his name is really Fury?

Maybe it's a code name as their whole organization is based on the Marvel theme.

"The Tesseract is with the hostile force. I have men down. Hill?" He said.

"A lot of men still under, don't know how many survivors." A female voice said breathlessly.

"Sound the general call. I want every living soul not working rescue looking for that briefcase," He said sternly in a no-shit attitude.

"Roger that," The female voice responded.

"Coulson, get back to base. This is a LEVEL SEVEN. As of right now, we are at war," he said. That was intense. Exactly like the movie.

Wait! It is exactly like in the movie Avengers. The situation, characters, and dialogues.

Coulson, Hill, Fury.

No, no. That's impossible and insane to even think about the possibility.

I am dreaming, or maybe I have gone mad.

What if this whole thing is a prank someone planned for my birthday. I don't care if it's my best friend or my Dad. I am not gonna talk to them until my hair turns grey.

"What do we do?" a voice said through walkie talkie breaking my train of thoughts.

"Its time to put the Avengers initiative in motion," he said.

"Call Agent Romanoff and call in for a meeting with the council," he said, turning the walkie talkie off. He then went to check on the pilot, but he was already dead.

"Are you okay, kid?" He asked me when he saw me still lying on the ground.

"No," I said, slowly trying to get up. "Are you sure I am not dreaming?"

"Well, the pain in your head should've given you an answer by now," he said, looking through his phone, which was slightly cracked but working.

I then looked into my Jacket and saw my phone still in there but not working.

Not the way I was planning my birthday would go.

"Now tell me. Who are you, and how did you get into SHIELD's facility?" He asked, turning back to what looked like is his business-mode.

"I am Briella Sky. And I have no idea how I got sucked into this fictional universe on my birthday," I said out loud, trying to believe every word I said. But grimaced when I heard how stupid it sounded, and it seems like I am not the only one.

"Is that supposed to be funny?" he said, now getting irritated. "I have a Norse god who is planning a war on this planet. So, I suggest you to start talking, or I am gonna put you in a cell until I have free time to question you."

"But I am speaking the truth," I said and continued to prove it to him. "If I am really in the fictional universe as I think I am, then you are Nicholas J Fury. The spy. You are the Director of SHIELD, which is an abbreviation for some long name like strategics and logistics." Seeing that he was at least listening, I decided to continue.

"So, it means the people you talked to are Agent Phil Coulson and Agent Maria hill. And the guy Loki took the Tesseract with him and manipulated Clint Barton and Eric Selvig." I said. "Am I getting warm?"

"Scalding. But I think, to know that you don't have to come from another universe. You can also be an exceptional spy with great hacking skills. And considering you came at the same time as Loki, you might be his partner," he said, causing me to release a sigh. I understood where he was coming from, but I can't just be getting under Hydra's radar.

"Look, how about you just believe in the mere possibility for a second. I mean, you came face to face with the Kree aliens, Captain Marvel, and even the Gods of thunder and Mischief," I said, now getting frustrated. "I personally think when a person from another universe comes saying you are a fictional character in movies and comics, it shouldn't really surprise you."

"Fine. Let's say I believe that I am a fictional character, and you came from a good and real universe. Then what?" He asked, sarcastically.

"Then I know the future, and I came to this place after watching Avengers Endgame. The movie and timeline I am in now is the first Avengers movie while the endgame is 4th. In between them, there are solo movies of each avenger except for black widow and Hawkeye. The main point is, I know a whole lot of future," I said excited but then thought about it and fell silent "Oh, this is a nightmare. I am not gonna survive this. I have to go back. I have a barbeque to attend. This is not how I imagined my birthday to go. Mom and Dad are gonna freak out?" I started rambling, jumping on my toes, stressed out after thinking a lot.

"I just ran a scan on you, and I found nothing?" Fury said, looking up from his phone.

"What part of I am not from here did you not get?" I said sarcastically.

"The part where I don't want to belive my whole life is designed to entertain people from your world," he said.

Right. That must be hard. Knowing your whole life is fiction. It makes you question everything.

"So, you know the future? And if what you say is true, you are gonna need SHIELD'S protection. There will be a lot of people out to get a hold of you and your knowledge," he said again, taking a deep breath, "I think it's better if you come with me."

"No way," I said hastily.

"Now what?" He snapped.

"If this is Avengers Assemble movie, then it means Winter Soldier is not done yet. Which means the Hydra still exists. I am not risking my life knowing SHIELD is compromised," I said.

"SHIELD's compromised?" He asked, looking at me funnily, "No way. Just because I believe you don't mean I will belive all the bull you spout."

"Sorry to say that your whole life was a life, and your work was futile, but your friend Alexander Pierce is the main leader of Hydra. He created a huge chain of minions right under his nose.?" I asked sarcastically. "Some were brainwashed since young, like Agent Grant Ward, and some are just downright psychotic-like Rumlow and Sitwell."

"Look, you must be mistaken, kid, because I have known the Pierce for a long time now. He didn't even want the director post, and he sat in the secretary chair because I asked him to. "

"And he also declined the Noble Peace Prize. Because he said, and I quote, "Peace isn't an achievement, it's a responsibility." That's because it has to be believable. And you are the most cunning and ruthless person to fit the Director's post," I said, "So, can you please keep me as a secret? No one should know about me, not even SHIELD."

"Why should I believe you?" He said, looking straight into my eye.

"The same reason you didn't tell anyone about me, until now," I said, "And also, I have no idea what I would do in this universe if you don't believe me."

"What do you need?" he asked after a moment of silence.

"A safe place and food of the SHIELD's records," I said, smiling, "something like you did to Barton's family."

"How did you..." But he cut himself off like he already knew the answer.

"Fine." He said, and we heard the sound of vehicles.

"That should be Hill," he said.

"She is cool. I trust her," I said, "and Phil as well."

"I do, too," he said. "Good to know my judgment always doesn't suck."

"Hey, Nick. I think I have a concussion. I should probably sleep it off," I said, but I managed to fall on him before I could start my rambling, and the next thing I know, I am out cold.