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[WWII AU] tourist from the future
May. 14th, 2022 12:53 pm"I don't want to alarm anybody," Sharon says, her arms folded as she looks over her shoulder. "But that thing's glowing again."
"It's supposed to be glowing, Agent 13." Fury strolls up beside her, hands clasped behind his back, as she gives the thing in question a skeptical look. "That's what it does. It sits there and it glows. And it powers things."
"Okay, well, I don't like it." She stares at the blue cube, uncomfortably mesmerized by the slow pulse of its inner light. "It glows very aggressively. Seems like it's up to something, Nick."
"How could it be up to something?" he points out. "It's a cube."
She shakes her head, her lips thinning, but there's no good way to respond. It is a cube; it doesn't have a brain. But it still seems to be... waiting for something. She glowers at it. It pulses calmly back.
Nearby, the doctor lifts a hand. "We're ready," he calls, and Fury pats her on the shoulder and turns away. "Come on, 13," he tells her. "Leave the cube alone. Maybe it just doesn't like you."
"Maybe you – "
But that's as far as she gets before Dr. Selvig yelps and a cascade of alarms all begin blaring at once. Behind her, the cube pulses furiously, an aura of cold blue light expanding around it, throwing her into stark relief against it. Fury wheels around, and she can see his one eye opening wide, right before he reaches for her. "Carter!"
I told you so, she tries to say, but then the light swallows her and something grips her, hard, like gravity suddenly changed direction, flinging her backwards through a cacophony of blinding light. "Ow – "
She hits hard-packed dirt and grass and rolls with a series of violent thuds until her momentum is spent, leaving her flat on her back in a field, staring up at the sky.
It's full of stars. She's never seen a night so clear.
"It's supposed to be glowing, Agent 13." Fury strolls up beside her, hands clasped behind his back, as she gives the thing in question a skeptical look. "That's what it does. It sits there and it glows. And it powers things."
"Okay, well, I don't like it." She stares at the blue cube, uncomfortably mesmerized by the slow pulse of its inner light. "It glows very aggressively. Seems like it's up to something, Nick."
"How could it be up to something?" he points out. "It's a cube."
She shakes her head, her lips thinning, but there's no good way to respond. It is a cube; it doesn't have a brain. But it still seems to be... waiting for something. She glowers at it. It pulses calmly back.
Nearby, the doctor lifts a hand. "We're ready," he calls, and Fury pats her on the shoulder and turns away. "Come on, 13," he tells her. "Leave the cube alone. Maybe it just doesn't like you."
"Maybe you – "
But that's as far as she gets before Dr. Selvig yelps and a cascade of alarms all begin blaring at once. Behind her, the cube pulses furiously, an aura of cold blue light expanding around it, throwing her into stark relief against it. Fury wheels around, and she can see his one eye opening wide, right before he reaches for her. "Carter!"
I told you so, she tries to say, but then the light swallows her and something grips her, hard, like gravity suddenly changed direction, flinging her backwards through a cacophony of blinding light. "Ow – "
She hits hard-packed dirt and grass and rolls with a series of violent thuds until her momentum is spent, leaving her flat on her back in a field, staring up at the sky.
It's full of stars. She's never seen a night so clear.
