'Sup fanfiction-ers? This is my first story and I think it's pretty good. If you like it, just post a comment. It doesn't have to be a whole review, just if you think it's worth reading. Thanks peeps!
-KK

Hi. I'm not really used to doing anything like this, but Phil- I mean Agent Coulson- said to just talk to the machine and it would record what I said for "later reference". I wonder what… never mind. Anyways… so this whole thing began a couple years ago.

I was on a trip for my school. I hadn't been able to go to the first 2 trips, but it worked out this time. I got to go to Germany (I'm actually from Texas, so this was awesome for me… carry on)!

We were only going to be here for one more night, so we were visiting this fancy museum. I was looking around guiltily after touching a weird, cow-looking table with a sign saying "DO NOT TOUCH".

I noticed a guy coming down the stairs. Well, he looked like a guy. How was I supposed to know what a Norse god of mischief looked like?! I'm more of a Greek expert anyways.

The following events clued me into the fact that something was wrong. First, he several whacked huge guys in the face with a big stick. Then, he flipped a man onto the cow table and sucked his eye out. Also, everyone was screaming and running away.

I happen to get myself into the worst situations, so just take a wild guess where I was? That's right.

I kind of just stood there, staring. I was doomed already, so I took a picture of the scene. I forgot the flash and he snapped his head up to look up at me.

He had a vicious sneer on his face that faded into a questioning confusion. It might have something to do with I had snuck in with jeans and hidden in a corner, so the people wearing dresses and suits didn't notice.

Now that I was in the light, he could see my strange apparel: old blue jeans and a sweater with a moustache and "Pardon My French".

Looking back, it probably wasn't smart to laugh at the most temperamental superior being to ever exist, but if you haven't figured out how I do things by now, you won't understand anything in this story.

He suddenly looked furiously at me. Warning, warning, scary dude lunging towards you! I ducked and he grabbed the back of my sweater faster than a lightning bolt.

"How dare you laugh at me, puny Midguardian!" he yelled in my face. I just squirmed, hanging from my sweater. This, kids, is why you should wear a tank-top under a sweater, not a sports bra.

He was obviously annoyed at my lack of response. I guess at some point I started smirking at him.

Loki then decided he could make his exit to the outdoors, full of terrified humans, more dramatic. So, he lifted me by my throat like I weighed as much as a feather.

He had his creepy stick- staff? scepter? - and suddenly, there were multiple Loki's. He started talking so I just zoned him out. Suddenly I see him pointing his scepter thing at an old man so I kick him between the legs.

Thank god aliens have the same weaknesses as humans. He doubles over, seeing as I kicked him fairly hard.

I wince in empathy, even though it was my fault. Ouch.

As he straightens, my empathy drowns in fear at his fury. Before he can try to kill me, what looks like Captain America jumps down in front of us.

Now there are two angry guys looking at me. Oh, wait, the new guy's glaring at Loki's hand on my throat. That makes more sense.

"Put the kid down, Loki," the guy warns. Loki smirks and opens his mouth before I interrupt him.

"Hey! I'm not a kid, old man! But thanks for the whole 'put her down, Loki'- thing. It's appreciated," I exclaim.

I think I startled both of them. Then, something horrible happens. I'm thinking, how can this possibly get worse? Why the heck would I think that?!

Before the guy can react, Loki shoots behind him and a swirling vortex appears midair.

Loki smirks as we stare at it, the new guy tenses and is suddenly holding a colorful shield. OMG he's really Captain America!

Next thing I know, I'm being thrown by my throat into the sparkling colors.

The last things I see are a panicking Captain reaching out and a feral smirk belonging to an alien god.

The world spirals into darkness as I land on what feels like stone floors.

Don't worry LOTR fans, next chapter is more Frodo-y and less Avengers-y :D