Chapter 1
A gasp. Open eyes. Rapid heartbeats. Putting a hand against her head. The feeling. It hurts. It really hurts. Trying to stand up. Too weak. Trying to sit on the couch. Slowly. White walls. All around her. Trying to remember what to do when you're locked up in a cell. His words coming to her mind. The necessity to keep calm.
Take a deep breath.
What she did. Softly.
Don't rush anything.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Trying to keep calm. Counting the numbers. One. Two. One. Two. A mantra.
Don't look around yet, but try to remember what happened before.
She was in a bar. With the team. With Coulson, May, Mack, Yoyo, Fitzsimmons. Sitting next to Simmons and Coulson. Eating a pie. A good moment. All back together. Like a family. They were her family. Ready to affront what coming for them, next. Suddenly, they were here. Men in black suits. And then, everything turned black. The blackout. And now, she is here.
Then look around.
Turning her head to look around. White walls. All around. A door. A bed. A window maybe. But it will be too easy. She can still hope for it.
Try to see if there are inscriptions, elements telling you where you are. Look for any signs.
What she's doing. Still listening the voice in her head. Trying to get up. A success. A smile in her face. The beginning. First step. She goes to the center of the room. Trying to listen for every song. But she heard nothing. Not a vibration. Not a sound. Nothing. Panic growing. Trying to use her power suddenly. Not working. She wants to cry. Inhale. Exhale. She is smarter than that. She is more than that. Her powers don't define us after all. She is. So she starts putting herself together and starts looking around her more precisely. Coming close to the door. Her hands against the surface. And suddenly she can feel it : buttons. Pushing one. A slide. Turning her head to see what was happening. She goes to the window. Her eyes looking at the painting. In fact, it isn't a painting but reality. Millions of stars. A tourbillon of colors. Meteorites. Fragments of meteorites floating beyond the glass. Astonishing. Beautiful.
She is in space.