Falling Into The Marvel Cinematic Universe

Samantha's POV

"I was having a normal day, it was finally somewhat cold in Texas, went to school. Which by the way was having a great hair day until his damn portal fucking ruined it, now I'm in a fucking glass cage like an animal at the zoo. So fuck you loki, you ruined a great day. But really I'm not really mad because I'm in the fucking MCU, so . . . Thanks for that at least. You still a little mother fucking salty bitch though you and your raindeer lookin ass."

Fury and hill looked at me in confusion and surprised when I said a cuss word. "I really don't think you should be using that type of language, miss. . . " I look at her with a does it look like I give a fuck look. "Oh I forgot to tell y'all my name, I'm Samantha Mena. And I don't care, my mom said I can cuss as long as my step dad isn't around. . . So y'all really can't say anything about it." "Miss Saman-" "Just call me Sam or Samantha. No miss." He sighs and rubs his forehead, "Samantha, how old are you, kid?" "One, rude, didn't your mother tell you to never ask a lady her age, and

two, I'm 16."

"Okay kid, my name is n-" "It's Nicolas J. Fury, director of SHIELD." Fury looks surprised but goes back to emotionless and mad. Maria Hill looks shocked, loki looks impressed. "How do you know all of this information?" Fury asks very serious. "It's kinda hard to explain. . . " I look around to figure out how can explain it. "So I think greasy over here made a portal from my universe to this universe. In my universe you and everything, everyone around here is in movies, comic books and tv shows." "Prove it." "I know how you lost your eye" Fury raised his eyebrow, "where do you even keep goose at, anyway?" "With an old friend, I'm sure you know who it is?" I nod, he signals hill to let me out of the cage.

As I get out of the cage, fury glares at me, "don't touch or say anything important." I shrug, "sure, I'm just happy to be here and help-" "We won't need your help, just don't get in the way." He nods at hill and she leads me into the lab

When we get to the door she pushed me into the room and she left, I turn around to face the avengers staring at me. Natasha ramanoff has her hand on her gun while the others are tense and/or has a hand on a weapon. My eyes widen and bruce coughs to get my attention, "h-hello, my name is bruce banner, but I'm guessing you already know that." I nod and try not to have a fangirl moment, a heart attack or a panic attack. My face goes red, "um, a-am I dreaming, because I'm trying not to have a fangirl moment, a heart attack or a panic attack." "This is real, kid." Tony fucking stark says from behind the lab table eating a bag of chips. "Stark I don't think your helping her situation." Steve says trying to be calm. I start to feel a panic attack coming, "oh god, I'm having a panic attack." I get on the floor, my hands start to shake and my heart is significantly getting louder. As Tony, Steve and bruce try to calm me down, I'm trying to count and balance my breathing. "Kid, match your breath with mine." Tony says grabbing my hand and placing it on where his lungs are. I close my eyes and considerate on his breathing. Next thing you know I feel my eyelids grow heavier and heavier.

Time Skip

I find myself in a empty room, I get up from the bed and for a second I forgot I was in a different dimension. I take a look in the room and see a desk, a book shelf and drawer. I walk over to the desk and see a note and a leather bound journal.

Dear Samantha Mena,

You might be wondering how you got into this universe, well I brought you and another person to protect this universe. The journal is to give you what ever you want by writing it down. Try not to change things unless they don't effect their future. If you have any questions you know where to find me.

Your friend, 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽 𝙻𝙴𝙴

PS. see you around.

I grab the journal and watch as the note fades away. I look at the drawer and see another note, what is people and notes, we have a phone for a reason. I grab the note,

We are in the same room, here are some clothes that might fit you. -N.R

I open the drawer and see black jeans, a black T-shirt and a black hoodie. Do they only have black, not complaining, but they shouldn't be so edgy. I smile and put on the clothes and put my hair in a ponytail. I grab the journal and put it in my hoodie, along with my phone that is almost dying and earbuds.

After going into multiple wrong rooms I find the lab, I walk in and see the avengers arguing. They all stopped moving as soon as I came into the room. "Ms.Mena, you finally joined us. We need your help." Fury says from the back, I raise an eyebrow. "I thought you said you didn't need my help." I cross my arms, and glare at him. "Well change of plans." "How can I help you if I don't know what part of the movie y'all are in? What has happened while I was asleep?" "The tiny humans has been arguing about my brother Loki, lady daughter of mena." Damn I didn't think he was that tall. "And we just finished programming the monitors to search for the cube." Stark says while offers me a blueberry. I take some and nod, "well then, avengers y'all have a rough afternoon coming for y'all. But right now we wait while Ms. Romanoff goes integrate Loki. Other than that y'all won't need me until later." I sit down at the table next to thor and take out my phone and earbuds and listen to music. Natasha and fury leave the room, bruce and Tony walk to the table with a tablet. Thor and cap whisper to each other. "How old are you kid?" "16, and stop calling me kid. If anything I'm more mature than you." Steve stiffens a laugh. Tony looks at him and rolls his eyes, "what's your name?" Bruce asks. "Samantha Mena" "How tall are you?" I see Tony typing my answers, and I smirk. "Taller than you, obviously." The other chuckle lightly. "Alright, young lady, what's your problem with me?" I smile, "oh I don't have a problem with you if anything your one of my favorite characters, Im just making sure that you know I am not one to deal with your or anyone else's bullshit." Tony smirks, Steve looks a bit red and the others are confused. "I like you, you remind me of me." "Uh huh." I raise my eyebrow, I look at bruce to see if he has any questions. "Alright, back to the questions, when is your birthdate?" "August 26, 2002" "That's impossible if you were born in 2002 you would be 11." Steve says. "Well if isn't the man with giant metal Frisbee?" "I'm Captain America." Steve insists, Tony chickles. "The man with a giant metal Frisbee."