Way Walker Chronicles: Avengers

A.N. This fic is sort of a series of drabble-esque flash fics instead of real chapters. If you don't like short chapters, avert your eyes.  I also wound up switching pov alot, so each chapter will get a heading to keep you up to speed.

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Eve

I really do try to avoid situations like this; I swear I don’t aim for them.  It sometimes feels like they aim for me, though.  So yet again I find myself here, on the corner of Rock and Hard Place.  Decisions, decisions.  But perhaps I’m getting ahead of myself.  I should at least tell you who and what I am, even if I hold out on my hosts.

          My alias is Scion, but my chosen use-name is Eve, primarily due to my odd sense of humor.  That’s the best, simplest answer I can give as to ‘who’ I am.  The only halfway decent answer to ‘what’ I am is a bit more complicated.

I’m a Walker of the Ways.  Every world, in every alternate dimension, in every universe in the great macrocosmic constellation has at least one Walker.  We act like white-blood cells for reality, time and space.  We’re supposed to be able to travel in all three, and with enough effort, we can, but most of us stick to one or two ‘home-turf’ dimensions.  For instance, I find it very hard to move in space in any manner outside of the normal methods.  Very hard as in ‘Kobayashi Maru’.  Time is another tricky one, but not as impossible as space.  It’s more like the Voyage of the Kon-Tiki in hyper-space.  But traveling through realities?  Dimension hopping?  Easy.  So easy that sometimes, if I’m not careful, I just ‘fall’, for lack of a better word, right out of my home reality.

          Which brings me to where I am now, tied to a chair in Avengers Tower.  They seem understandably upset that I fell out of nowhere onto their coffee table.  They want answers; they want to know all of what I just told you, all of everything.  But mostly what they want to know is why I’m wearing a shirt that reads:

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