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MidReal Story
Illumination
Scenario:In this narrative, Jane Foster emerges as the protagonist, thrust into a world of mysticism and intrigue after unwittingly absorbing the Reality Stone/Aether. Initially portrayed as a brilliant astrophysicist driven by curiosity and a thirst for knowledge, Jane's character undergoes significant development as she grapples with her newfound powers and the responsibilities they entail.
The plot revolves around Jane's journey of self-discovery and empowerment as she navigates the complexities of her new reality. Dr. Strange serves as her mentor and guide, aiding her in understanding and harnessing the powers of the Reality Stone while also grappling with his growing feelings for her. Together, they embark on a quest to unlock the stone's secrets and protect it from falling into the wrong hands.
As Jane and Dr. Strange delve deeper into the mysteries surrounding the Reality Stone, they uncover hidden truths about the nature of the universe and their own destinies. Along the way, they must confront formidable challenges and adversaries, including the devious Loki, who seeks to manipulate and seduce and romance Jane for his own nefarious purposes.
The narrative explores themes of power, love, and destiny as Jane grapples with the immense responsibility of wielding the Reality Stone. Through her journey, she learns valuable lessons about courage, resilience, and the true meaning of heroism, ultimately emerging as a formidable force for good in the face of overwhelming odds.
As the central protagonist, Jane's character arc is defined by her transformation from a curious scientist into a powerful and self-assured hero. Her evolution is driven by her experiences, relationships, and the challenges she faces along the way, making her a compelling and relatable figure for audiences to root for and empathize with throughout the story.
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Chapter 1: Under the Stars
I have always loved stars.
The way they burn, the fire and the light.
The way they make gravity by just being there.
It’s like their own magic.
It is my magic, too.
I think.
As a child, I would not go to sleep until my mother pointed out the Big Dipper to me.
And if I discovered that she missed it in the sky, I would drag her outside and make her point it out to me.
That is how we lived in New Mexico.
Under the big sky.
My mother was an amateur astronomer who took my love of stars and nurtured it into a passion.
She taught me every constellation, every comet, every planet in our galaxy.
And when it was time for me to go to college, I studied astrophysics.
I went to Harvard and then to London to get my PhD, and I took my love of all things cosmic with me.
There are so many things I do not understand about the universe.
It’s why I am a scientist, I suppose.
I want to know how things work, how they move and change and grow.
I want to know why we are here, why we exist, and what our purpose is.
And I believe that understanding the stars is the key to understanding all of it.
Of course, when I told this to the men I worked with at The Science Museum during lunch one day, they laughed at me.
“It is not enough to simply look at the stars,” one man, a senior astrophysicist who should have known better, told me with a condescending sneer.
“It is not enough to be a stargazer.You must be able to take that knowledge and apply it to your life.”
“I do apply it to my life,” I argued.
“I see the stars and they make me feel alive.”
“They make you feel alive?” he asked with a derisive snort.
“And who is going to pay you for that?”
His words bit into my skin like a thousand tiny knives.
But they also lit a fire in my belly that has never gone out.
Because what he said was wrong.
There are people who will pay me for that.
People who will pay me very well, in fact.
THE SCIENCE MUSEUM INTERNSHIP PROGRAM
Dr.Jane Foster’s Internship Journal
June 29th
Dr.Foster is without a doubt the smartest woman I have ever met in my life.
She is also one of the most scatterbrained.
This morning she left her purse at a coffee shop in Soho and we had to go all the way back there to get it before coming into work.
And then she left her cell phone in her office this afternoon when we went to lunch and she didn’t realize it until we got home.
She always says she would lose her head if it wasn’t screwed on tight.
So I’m lucky she hasn’t lost it yet!
LONDON IS SO AWESOME!
It rained on us this morning but cleared up after lunch so we went to Hyde Park and ran around in the grassy fields with all the other kids from the museum internship program.
It was so cool!
The warehouse was not at all what I expected it to be.
When you think of something as grand and powerful and beautiful as the Convergence, you would think the event would take place in a grand and powerful and beautiful setting.
But here I was, in the middle of nowhere on the outskirts of London, and there was this dilapidated warehouse that looked like it could collapse at any moment and not even the universe would notice it was gone.
I parked our van in the back, away from the road, and then told Darcy to stay put while I went to take a look inside.
The large metal door creaked open as I pushed it and the sound echoed through the empty space that stretched out before me like an eternal cavern of darkness.
I took a deep breath and stepped inside, my footsteps echoing through the emptiness as I made my way in, my eyes slowly adjusting to the shadows around me.
The place smelled like dust and rust and old cardboard boxes that had been sitting in the same place for decades on end, waiting for someone to come along and discover them again.
The floor was littered with trash and debris and looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in years.
A pile of empty beer bottles was stacked in one corner, while a long forgotten broom leaned against a wall nearby, the bristles frayed and broken from overuse or disuse or maybe both.
I made my way inside slowly, cautiously, my heart pounding in my chest as I wondered what I was going to find here today, if anything at all.
The first thing I noticed was how quiet it was.
I could hear the sound of rain falling outside and the occasional car driving by in the distance, but other than that there was nothing.
This warehouse was completely isolated from the world around it, just like I was.
And what was I doing here?
I froze in my tracks when I heard voices coming from somewhere up ahead and I slowly made my way forward to see what was going on.
I crept through the shadows and the debris until I saw them: a group of local drunks who had taken shelter here in the middle of the day to get out of the rain.
I watched them for a moment, wondering if I should say anything or just turn around and leave.
But they were all staring at me now, their eyes red and bloodshot and drunk.
“Who the hell are you?”
one of them asked.
“What are you doing here?”
Another one took a step toward me and I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he spoke.
“You lost or something, sweetheart?”
I tried to take a step back, but I stumbled over a pile of trash on the floor and almost fell flat on my butt.
The men laughed and I heard one of them say something about how drunk he was and how he couldn’t believe he was actually going to do this today.
But then there was a loud metallic clang and the laughter stopped, and I looked up to see the man who had been hitting on me standing there with an iron pipe in his hand, glaring at his friends like he was daring them to say anything.
“You’re drunk,” he said, his voice slurring slightly.
“Put that thing down before you hurt yourself.”
The other men backed away, grumbling and muttering under their breath, but the guy with the pipe wasn’t listening.
He was still staring at me, his eyes dark and menacing and full of anger and resentment, like this was all my fault somehow.
And that’s when I realized it probably was.
If I hadn’t come here today, this guy wouldn’t be stuck in this old warehouse with his friends, trying to get drunk enough to forget about his problems.
I opened my mouth to say something to him, but I didn’t know what, and I was still trying to figure it out when I heard the sound of footsteps coming from somewhere behind me.
I turned around just in time to see Darcy come running into the warehouse, her hair a mess and her face red and sweaty, her eyes wide with panic as she looked around for me.
“Jane!”
she shouted when she saw me.
“Thank God I found you!”
She spotted the men standing there watching us and she froze in her tracks, her eyes going wide with fear when she saw the iron pipe in the guy’s hand.
“Who are they?”
she asked me, her voice barely above a whisper.
“What do they want?”
“I don’t know,” I said, slowly reaching out a hand toward her.
“But I think we should probably get out of here before we find out.”
She took another step back, her foot skidding on the floor, and that was all it took for the guy with the pipe to lunge forward and take a swing at me.
I tried to duck out of the way, but I was still off balance from stumbling over that pile of trash earlier, so the pipe caught me right in the side of the head.
I cried out in pain as my vision went blurry for a second and then I fell to my knees, my ears ringing and my head throbbing like someone was hitting it with a hammer over and over again.
The guy raised the pipe up over his head for another swing, but before he could bring it down again, Darcy let out a blood curdling scream and jumped forward, throwing her arms around my waist and yanking me away just in time for the pipe to come crashing down against the floor instead of my skull.
Then she grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet, and we both turned and ran for the door, even as I heard the other men shouting behind us and chasing after us in hot pursuit.
If you’d asked me earlier today what I thought the Convergence was going to look like, I probably would have said something about stars or planets or cosmic alignments or something like that.
I definitely wouldn’t have said anything about giant floating blobs of swirling red liquid.
I tried to tell myself it was just some kind of weird optical illusion or a side effect of the wine I’d had with dinner tonight.
But Erik had seen it too and he’d set up a bunch of protective barriers and shields around the area just to be safe.
So either two of the most brilliant astrophysicists on the planet were both having the same hallucination at the same time, or this thing was real.
And I wanted to know more about it.
I don’t know why it called out to me the way it did—maybe it was my scientific curiosity or maybe it was something else.
All I knew was that I couldn’t stand there and do nothing while this anomaly just sat there floating in front of me.
I took a step forward and I reached out my hand, and I was about to touch the surface of the anomaly with my fingers when I suddenly remembered how Erik had warned me not to get too close and how he’d set up those protective barriers and shields for a reason.
But by then it was too late—I could already feel this strange pull coming from somewhere deep inside me—and I was about to take another step forward and touch the anomaly with my bare skin when I suddenly felt someone grab my arm and pull me back.
“Jane,” Darcy said, her voice coming out in a shaky whisper.
She was standing right behind me, clutching onto my arm with one hand and pointing toward the anomaly with the other, her face pale and her eyes wide with fear.
I turned around and looked at her, but she wasn’t looking at me—she was looking over my shoulder at the anomaly behind me—and I could see the terror and panic written all over her face.
“Don’t do it,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
I looked over my shoulder and I saw that the anomaly was still there, floating in front of us, and that it was still this giant floating blob of swirling red liquid.
But now it was moving, stretching and contracting and expanding in on itself like it was alive.
Like it was reaching out for me.
And I knew that I should probably do what Darcy said and back away.
But even though part of me was terrified of what might happen if I got too close to this thing, another part of me was so curious and so excited to finally be here.
I took a step forward and reached out my hand, and this time Darcy didn’t stop me.
She just stood there and watched, her eyes wide with fear as I stretched my arm forward and reached out my fingers and touched the surface of the anomaly with my bare skin.
At first, it didn’t feel like anything was happening.
The surface of the anomaly was warm to the touch, like a sunbeam shining down on my skin on a bright summer day, and that was all.
But then the warm feeling started to spread, and pretty soon it felt like the sun was shining on my whole body, warming me up from the inside out as this strange energy surged through my veins.
It was like taking a deep breath for the first time after being stuck underwater for what felt like an eternity—a sudden rush of air that filled up my lungs and left me gasping for more.
But before I could take another breath, everything changed.
The warm feeling turned into a searing agony, like someone had set me on fire from the inside, and pretty soon it was spreading everywhere—my fingers and toes, my arms and legs, even my head—until it felt like every nerve in my body was on fire.
I couldn’t see anything, not even the anomaly right in front of me.
All I could see were these bright white flashes of light that kept going off behind my eyelids, over and over again, like someone was taking pictures of me with a giant camera flash only a few inches from my face.
My head was spinning so fast that I thought I was going to be sick, and even though I tried to take a step back and get away from the anomaly before it was too late, I couldn’t move—my feet were stuck to the ground like they’d been glued there, and no matter how hard I tried to pull them free, they wouldn’t budge.
I didn’t know how long this went on for—seconds, minutes, maybe even hours—but eventually the pain became so unbearable that I couldn’t take it anymore.
I let out a scream of agony that echoed through the warehouse like a banshee wail before falling to my knees in front of the anomaly, my hands clutching onto the sides of my head as if that would somehow make the pain go away.
And as soon as I did, it worked—the pain stopped as suddenly as it started, leaving me gasping for breath as I looked up to see what happened.
The first thing I saw was that the anomaly was still there, floating in front of me like nothing had happened.
But when I looked down at my hands, I realized that it had changed somehow.
They were glowing with this bright red energy that was swirling around my fingers and dancing across my skin like it was trying to escape from my body.
And when I felt the energy moving inside me too—hot and cold and alive all at the same time—I realized that it was.
I thought I was going to be sick again—the way the energy was moving inside me made me feel like I’d eaten something that didn’t agree with me and now it was coming back up.
But before I could even try to get to my feet and get away from the anomaly—and Darcy and the men who were still chasing us through the warehouse—I felt my limbs start to go numb and my vision start to fade.
I tried to take a deep breath and tell myself that everything was going to be okay and that this was all just some kind of weird hallucination or nightmare and that I was about to wake up at any moment.
But then I felt a sudden surge of power and pain, and everything went black.
I don’t know how long I was out for—seconds, minutes, maybe even hours—but eventually I started to come back to my senses and realize what had happened.
And as soon as I did, I wished that I could go back to sleep and forget everything all over again.
Because I felt like I’d just been hit by a truck—my head was pounding and my stomach was churning and every muscle in my body ached like I’d just run a marathon while wearing a suit of armor—and as I tried to reach up and rub at my temples to make the pain go away, I realized that I couldn’t move.
My limbs were frozen in place like they’d turned to stone while I was out cold.
And no matter how hard I tried—and believe me, I tried—I couldn’t get them to do what I wanted them to do.
At first I thought maybe my arms and legs had fallen asleep while I’d been passed out on the floor—fallen asleep so completely that they’d gone numb and now they wouldn’t do what I wanted them to do—and that all they needed was for someone to help me up and give me a minute to shake off the tingling sensation.But then I remembered what had happened before I lost consciousness—that warm feeling spreading through my veins and that hot-and-cold energy moving beneath my skin—and I realized it wasn’t just my limbs that were frozen in place.
It was me.
I felt like a statue stuck in a block of ice—like I was frozen from head to toe and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t break free.
I don’t know how long I laid there, trapped in my own body and waiting for whatever was happening to me to stop, but eventually Darcy noticed that something was wrong.
And as soon as she did, she started screaming for help.
Erik and the other scientists who were still wandering around the warehouse—checking their instruments and trying to figure out what had happened before I touched the anomaly and then collapsed—rushed over to see what was wrong.
And when they saw me laying on the floor and struggling to move, they tried to help me up too, grabbing onto my arms and legs and trying to pull me free.
But no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t.
It was like some invisible barrier had formed around me while I was passed out on the floor, one that kept them from getting too close no matter how hard they tried.
As i slowly came to i found my way outside of the warehouse. darcy had called the police, she said i was gone for over four hours.
I tried to call out for them, but my voice was so weak and so muffled that none of them could hear me.
All they could do was stand there and watch in horror while whatever was happening to me continued.
Darcy turned away after a few seconds—apparently it was too much for her fragile little brain—and the other scientists followed suit, turning off their instruments and covering their eyes so they didn’t have to watch anymore.
They still didn’t know if their friend was going to live or die, but watching her suffer like this was somehow even worse than standing around helplessly and waiting for an answer.
Whatever it was, it wasn’t human.
Eventually, I heard sirens wailing in the distance, and almost immediately after that, a group of paramedics rushed into the warehouse with a stretcher in tow, shouting at everyone else to clear out of their way.
They hooked me up to an IV right there on the floor and started pumping fluids into my veins while one of them checked my pulse and another one checked my blood pressure.
But aside from that, they didn’t do much of anything else.
They couldn’t.
No one knew what was happening to me or how to stop it.
While the other scientists were waiting for me to finish transforming so they could poke and prod me some more—Erik and Thor included—the people at the hospital were trying to figure out what had happened to me in the first place.
They ran a full battery of tests on me in the emergency room—MRI, CAT scan, EKG—and even though they found evidence that something inhuman was growing inside of me, they couldn’t explain how or why.
They spent hours pouring over the results of those tests after they’d finished, trying to come up with a plausible explanation for what had happened to me in the first place—and why I seemed to be getting worse instead of better—but they still didn’t have any answers by the time the other scientists arrived.
“How is she?”
Erik asked the doctor on call as soon as he walked into the room.
“She’s stable for now,” the doctor replied, “but we still don’t know what’s happening to her or how to stop it from getting any worse.
We ran a full battery of tests on her when she first got here, but we still can’t figure out what she absorbed or how it’s affecting her body.
“I think we need to keep her under observation for at least twenty-four hours,” Erik added.
The other scientists all nodded in agreement when he said that, but the nurse who was taking care of me shook her head instead.
“We can’t do that,” she replied.
“All of our beds are full right now, and the other doctors are going to need her bed soon.”
But she didn’t get a chance to say anything else before the door burst open again and a tall man stepped inside the room.
His face was hidden by the hood of his cloak, but his eyes glowed a bright shade of blue—and when he stepped closer to my bed, those eyes narrowed as his gaze dropped down to meet mine.
She’s going to be coming with me,” the man said in a low voice that was laced with a strange sort of energy I’d never heard before.
Before anyone could ask him what he meant by that, the man reached out and grabbed my wrist in one hand and my ankle in the other.
He squeezed them both so tightly that I could feel his fingers digging into my skin—and then the world shattered into a million pieces around me as he pulled me out of my bed and into the darkness beyond it.
I gasped for breath as soon as I landed on the ground—only when I looked down at myself, I realized that I wasn’t on the ground anymore.
I was standing in the middle of a lush green field instead—and the tall man who’d brought me there was standing a few feet away from me now with his hands raised in the air and a look of pure concentration on his face as he muttered something under his breath.
I opened my mouth to ask him how he’d brought me along with him like that—but before I could get the words out of my mouth, someone else beat me to it instead.
“What are you doing here?”
I looked up as soon as I heard that voice—only instead of seeing another doctor or nurse standing next to me like I’d expected, I saw a tall man with a neatly-trimmed goatee and an expensive-looking suit instead.
He was holding a strange object in one hand—a glowing green crystal that I couldn’t take my eyes off of for some reason—and when I met his gaze again, the man’s eyes narrowed as he met mine and the corners of his mouth curled upwards in a cold smile.
I love him,” I whispered in a low voice that only Erik could hear as I met his gaze.
I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to keep myself together like this—but something inside of me told me that it wouldn’t be much longer now.
“Jane,” Erik whispered back as soon as he heard what I’d said.
The doctors were coming closer again—they’d decided to sedate me now that they knew they couldn’t keep me conscious for much longer—but neither of us was paying attention to them anymore.
Instead we were focused on each other—and when I met his gaze again and saw the tears shining in his blue eyes, I knew that he’d heard what I’d said too.
And so had Thor.
It didn’t matter that he was on the other side of the world right now—it didn’t matter that we probably wouldn’t see each other for a long time after this—it didn’t even matter that I was going to die from whatever was happening to me right now because this was all going to be over very soon.