The Doctor closed the TARDIS door behind him, walking toward the console. He had just paid his respects to the Ponds in New York City, and now needed a new place to go. He knew if he stayed in any one place for a certain amount of time, he would regret it. There wasn't ever any time for mourning because he had to keep moving. He decided to head for another galaxy he hadn't been before and pulled the lever. However, the TARDIS had other plans. She swerved, knocking the Doctor down, and flew in her own direction.
"What are you doing?" The Doctor called out, in no mood for the TARDIS's misbehavings. He grabbed the console and was shocked. He remembered that the TARDIS always took him where he needed to go rather than the places he wanted to go. "Oh, come on! Can't we go where I want to go once in awhile?" The TARDIS swerved again, giving him a negative answer. He climbed into his seat and crossed his arms. There were very few times where he was powerless in his own TARDIS, and these were one of the times.
At last, the TARDIS stopped and let the Doctor touch her console again. Of course, she didn't allow him to move until he went outside. Abiding by his curiosity, he walked toward the door and cautiously opened it. He had landed on some sort of human military base, clearly somewhere in the early twenty-first century. And he and the TARDIS were surrounded by men and women with guns. Giving a weak smile, he raised his hands above his head in surrender. One man, clearly in charge, stepped forward and grinned.
"How did you get on this ship, sir? We're flying in the sky, yet you've landed some sort of craft without any landing bay or window," the man demanded, a kind tone hiding in his voice. The Doctor put his hands down and took a step toward the man. "Who are you anyway?"
"I'm the Doctor. I'm not actually sure why I'm here. There was a glitch in the main frame of my machine, which brought me here. How I got in here, however, is a completely different matter," the Doctor explained, loving the situation. He had been surrounded by weapons before, and always had to figure a clever way to get out. The man nodded before listening into his ear piece.
"I see. Well, Doctor, it seems the Director wishes to see you. So, if you'll please come with me," the man instructed as two soldiers flanked the Doctor, who snapped his fingers subtly, locking the TARDIS. The man started down the hallway with the Doctor and his new guards following close behind.
The Doctor looked around the halls and through the windows to see different labs and rooms teeming with people. He smiled and waved at them as he walked by. Most only stared or cautiously waved back. Only one person jumped at the sight of him and gave him a curious look. She looked to be about twenty and had pale blue eyes and chestnut hair. Something about her made the Doctor curious. She looked rather too young and feisty to be on a military base. She opened the door and started to follow them. The Doctor seemed to be the only one who even noticed, but acted casually, since he predicted that she wasn't supposed to be following them.
As the man came to a door, a screen flickered on to see a muscular bald man with an eye patch. The Doctor narrowed his eyes, thinking that he looked familiar. The man explained the situation to the Director before the door opened. He signalled away the soldiers and told the Doctor to follow him.
The massive man stood at the window, irritated about something in particular. The Doctor's escort stood by the door respectively as the Doctor stood next to the Director. The window showed fluffy clouds and a bright blue sky, which was rare to find on a planet. The more common colors of skies, the Doctor recalled, was more indigo or turquoise. Not the pure blue you found on Earth. The Director turned to the Doctor.
"Who are you?" he asked calmly, walking back to his desk. The Doctor watched him sit before standing before his desk.
"I am the Doctor-"
"Obviously I already know that. Who are you?" The Director asked again.
"I am a timelord, traveling across time and space. I am the last of my kind and don't appreciate being captured on military bases," The Doctor replied, growing irritated. The Director only stared at him.
"I was only asking for your name, sir. Not your life story," The Director bit, leaning back in his chair.
"I gave it to you. I'm the Doctor-"
"Not your rank-"
"That isn't my rank! It is my name! And I hope you remember it!" The Doctor hollered, slamming his hands on the desk. The Director shot forward, growing angry.
"What do you want? Are you from Asgard?" The Director sneered.
"Asgard? No, I'm not- Are you even listening to me? I'm a timelord. Not an Asgardian. I'm from the planet Gallifrey. Not Asgard," the Doctor answered, realizing that something was definitely not right. The Director leaned back in his chair, relieved. "What's happened? No one would get this worked up if something wasn't going on."
"We have been threatened by an alien force from Asgard. They know how to travel to our planet with no means of transportation. We aren't really sure how they arrive, but they do," the Director informed as a lightbulb went off in the Doctor's head.
"Where am I?" he asked, startled.
"Shouldn't you already know?"
"I don't always get to end up where I like, Director. And when I don't, I have no clue to where I am. I'll ask again; where am I?" the Doctor asked, looking out the window again. Very few humans would know how to put a floating base in the sky at this time period and he knew fewer people who would attempt it.
"S.H.E.I.L.D.'s helicarrier. I believe we're floating above the Atlantic Ocean," The Director answered, tilting his head to the side. The Doctor stood away from the window and looked to the Director. He knew this place now. He had heard of this event in time, but never thought he would ever experience it himself. The Director stood, wondering why it mattered so much.
"I see now why the TARDIS sent me here," he whispered and turned to the Director. "I presume that you're Director Fury, then."
"How the hell do you know my name?" Fury demanded, standing from his chair. The Doctor rolled his eyes.
"I'm a timelord that lives in a time and space machine. I am a time traveler! Believe it or not, you've showed up on my records once or twice. You are a very important man in the human history. And something big's coming," the Doctor warned, pacing the floor. Director Fury stood stunned as the girl from earlier caught his eye.
"Andrea Miranda Fury! What are you doing?!" The Director shouted, staring at the ceiling. The girl was stashed away between the rafters. She frowned and slid down so she dangled with two arms. The Doctor tensed, hoping she wouldn't fall. To his surprise, Fury hardly moved or changed his expression as Andrea let go and landed silently on the ground. She walked up to the Doctor and held out her hand.
"Hello, Doctor. My name is Andrea," Andrea greeted as the Doctor shook her hand, intrigued by her nature. Director Fury cleared his throat, catching her attention and scowled.
"Andrea, you know better than to eavesdrop!" Fury scolded as she took a deep breath.
"You can't always expect me to stay put when you arrest a man I've never seen before. And an interesting man at that," Andrea retorted, folding her arms. The Doctor felt the tension rise and stepped back. Director Fury's chest rose and fell, teeming with anger. "Anyway, it's not like I don't know what happened earlier. Loki has the tesseract, and we have to stop him from taking over the Earth."
"Not we, Andrea. You are not going to be involved with this!" Fury shouted, his word final. The man who escorted the Doctor stood behind Andrea. "Coulson, will you please take this man to the debriefing room and Andrea to her room. The Doctor needs to catch up on recent events."
"On it," Coulson replied, showing Andrea and the Doctor to the door. She sighed, but held her head up high. The Doctor glanced at her, feeling a strange aura from within her.
"Phil, do you really need to show me to my room? I know where it is,"Andrea snarled and kept walking. Coulson pursed his lips and shook his head.
"Director Fury is being unreasonable. I think we need you just as much as we need Banner or Rogers. We can't afford to exclude people for selfish or emotional reasons. I'm showing you to the debriefing room with Mr. Doctor-" Coulson started to explain.
"Just the Doctor," The Doctor reminded.
"With the Doctor. You both need to catch up before Banners or Rogers arrive," Coulson finished as Andrea turned to him.
"Do you think Tony will come?" she whispered, her blue eyes giving her a sense of innocence. Coulson shrugged, saying he didn't know, and left the two in the debriefing room. The Doctor sat down at the table and stared at Andrea. She didn't expect Coulson to allow her in here, but she certainly wanted to know what was going on. Andrea sat next to the Doctor as a screen appeared, explaining everything. He glanced over at her several times. "What do you need?"
"What?" the Doctor asked, startled as the screen came down.
"You've been staring at me for the past ten minutes, and it's usually because people need something. What do you need?" Andrea asked again, staring at the Doctor. He swallowed.
"You look nothing like Director Fury, Andrea, yet you share his name? Why? And why are you on a military base? You look too young and not disciplined enough to be on this base. You break the rules like they're nothing," the Doctor inquired, bewildered by her. She only smiled, like she hadn't been asked that question in a while.
"Director Fury is my foster father, Doctor. My own parents were killed in a battle in Asgard, but the King sent me down to Earth to keep me safe. My parents were the Duke and Duchess of Odin, and they were young when they died. Odin left a note, explaining who I was and what to do with me. Luckily, I landed in the hands of my current father, Nick Fury. He trained me as a soldier since I was old enough to pick up a weapon, but never really disciplined me. There isn't a jail cell or room I can't find a way out of. Not if I want to get out. Anyway, Nick Fury can't leave me at home on the surface because it's too dangerous for me to have a normal life. Even though he is a spy, he has many enemies that would like to find a weakness. Other than for my own safety, that's why he doesn't want me to know about Loki and the Avengers Initiative," Andrea explained, still smiling. The Doctor smiled back and looked at each of her eyes.
"I can see it. The planet Asgard in your eyes. I've only been there once, and briefly, but there is no mistaking it. You are not human," The Doctor observed, realizing something else. "Do you remember anything? Like Odin?"
"How should I know? I was only a baby when I was sent down to Earth. I don't remember anything from my home planet other than the note that was left with me," Andrea shrugged, reminding him of her history. He nodded, connecting the rest of the dots. If he had heard the information right, Loki was the son of Odin, as was Thor, making both of them her cousins. It must've frightened Nick that Andrea would side with Loki, part of her original family. She may want to leave with him in order to understand herself more. Andrea looked at the Doctor, who was figuring out the rest. She smiled and lifted up his chin.
"It isn't true that I'm related to Loki," she whispered, calming his thoughts.
"How did you-"
"We have been informed that Loki isn't the true son of Odin. He's adopted," Andrea tried to answer. The Doctor shook his head.
"No, no, how did you do that? You corrected my thoughts. Very few creatures in this universe could ever do that!" The Doctor smiled, interested in her abilities. She laughed at his reaction.
"We aren't sure why I can do that, but it's apparent that I can. I try not to pry, but your thoughts were screaming to me. Almost like they wanted me to read them. And don't worry. I'm not going to join Loki's side because we're on the same family tree. My family is Nick and Willow, and that's all. No Odin. No Thor. No Loki-" Andrea explained, making herself clear.
"Willow?" the Doctor whispered, curious again.
"She's my other adopted sister, also from Asgard, but no relation to me that we know of. She came a week after I did. Coulson found her in the desert of Utah and brought her back here, since he knew who and where I was. However, there wasn't a note with her when she came, so she knows less of her lineage than I do," Andrea continued, finding her sudden trust in the Doctor strange. He nodded, wondering what kind of power she had. Andrea gently smacked his cheek, causing the Doctor to lose his thoughts. "Please quiet your thoughts. I feel like I'm invading your privacy when I read them, even if they do scream out to me."
"Right, sorry. I'll try my best," the Doctor agreed, thinking he knew too many secrets for Andrea to read. She smiled and stood up. "Where are you going?"
"Regardless of my morals, I did accidentally read your thoughts. We're going to go see Willow. She does have a power, but not like mine. Hers is different," Andrea teased, grabbing the Doctor's hand and dragging him out of his seat.
"Are you sure we can do this? I doubt I can go about the ship quite yet," he reminded, but kept up. He heard her laugh and she turned her head.
"When do I ever follow the rules, Doctor?" she laughed as they disappeared down the hallway. The Doctor shrugged as the weaved through the hallways, making sure they avoided all soldiers within them.