THURSDAY, APRIL 12, 2012 - 7:34 AM
SHIELD HELICARRIER HOLDING CELLS. TEN MILES OFF THE NEW YORK COAST.
“What do you make of her, Coulson?”
The two agents stood in a dimly lit room, watching the sleeping woman through a one-way mirror. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed, her eyes twitching behind her eyelids. Agent Phil Coulson watched her with a neutral, if curious expression, considering what he knew of her.
She was a big one, that was for sure. She stood a mighty six-foot-six with thick, corded muscles running through her limbs and core. What was most astonishing about her, though, was her sheer weight. Even a large woman like her shouldn’t have weighed more than 250 pounds or so, even with all that muscle. When they weighed her, she surpassed 400 pounds easily. It took three agents minimum to handle her at any one time if there wasn’t a gurney involved, and somehow she’d slept through every minute of the transition.
She was definitely the strangest case he’d had to deal with over the last few years.
After a moment, Coulson answered. “Asgardian probably. Agent Kirby’s reports stated that she was able to flip a fully loaded personnel truck from the inside, and that bullets bounced off of her like they were popgun corks. Kirby also reported that she managed to consistently outpace her, and Kirby was the champion runner in her university cross-country track team three years strong, so that says something. Especially so since she described Applejack’s running as clumsy and even ‘toddler-like.’”
Agent Maria Hill grunted. “You can’t possibly believe that her name is Applejack, can you? She might as well be calling herself Count Chocula.”
Phil shrugged, not looking away from the giant woman behind the glass. “She’s clearly not exactly human, Agent Hill. I’m not privy to alien nomenclature. And unless you’re taking night classes I haven’t heard about, I doubt you are either,” he said with a mild smirk.
Hill frowned. “Whatever her name is, we need to get to the bottom of this, and quickly.”
“Does she strike you as something we need to ‘get to the bottom of?’” Phil asked. “Who’s to say she wasn’t being genuine when she said she was lost and wanted to get home?”
She turned away from the window, scowling at him “She attacked our agents and fled the scene, leading Agent Kirby on a chase for nearly half an hour!”
“...after freeing herself from a crate she’d apparently been suspended in for quite some time, given the age of its numbering system,” he finished for her. “Who could blame her for being panicked and confused? And when Director Fury handed her an olive branch, she cooperated and came with us quietly.”
Agent Hill huffed. “I don’t like it. Something’s up.”
“Maybe,” He admitted, “Or maybe Director Fury’s right and we’ve drawn a lucky hand for once.” He looked away from the window, finally turning to her and raising an eyebrow. “What makes you so certain she’s a hostile?” He asked.
“Maybe the fact she started busting up SHIELD personnel not even ten minutes after Loki destroyed the research facility? The timing doesn’t strike you as fishy at all?” Hill turned back to the window, watching the woman shift in her sleep.
Coulson turned back to the window, shrugging a shoulder. “A year ago I’d have agreed with you. Then I met somebody who I was convinced was a foreign enemy operative that turned out to be a guy trying to get back his favorite hammer.” He shook his head. “There are more strange and bizarre things on this earth than we could have ever dreamed of, Maria... And they’re starting to come out of the woodwork. I’m hesitant to assume anything anymore.”
“When did you become so trusting, Coulson?”
He smiled wryly. “It’s not trust. And it started somewhere around the time a billionaire playboy decided to risk his own pampered skin and save the world by flying around in a glorified garbage can.”
Hill was silent for a moment before letting out a long breath and shaking her head. “I hope you and the Director know what you’re doing, Phil.”
At that moment, the speakers in the room crackled to life. The woman in the window shifted in her bed, the blankets sliding across her as she stirred. She groaned, wincing as she slowly pulled herself out of the mire of sleep and into wakefulness.
Phil turned to walk to the door, nodding as he passed Agent Hill. “I guess we’ll find out soon enough.” he said.
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The first thing Applejack did upon waking up was immediately regret the decision.
Her head throbbed as awareness came to her. She felt slick and sticky from the dirt, sweat, and grime she’d accrued during her jaunt through the desert. The harsh light of the room seared her eyes as she blinked awake. She hissed, bringing an arm up and over her face to try and shield herself from the blinding light that seemed to seek out her face from every angle of the room. With a pained groan, she pushed through the ache in her back and shoulders, sitting up in the slightly-too-firm bed she’d been placed in, the blankets falling off of her and exposing her to the chilled, stale air.
The air was dry; so much so that it felt as if it sucked the moisture right out of her nose and throat. Breathing almost burned as she squinted around the room. Every single surface around her was a piercing, perfect white, reflecting the fluorescent glare. Her eyes welled up with pained tears as she blinked away the burning sensation, her eyes slowly adjusting to the brightness. She looked around, groggily attempting to get her bearings.
She was lying in a bed, just barely big enough to contain her, and covered by sheets that were warm, but a bit stiff and itchy, like they’d been washed with too much starch. She pushed the irritating cloth off her, only to shiver as the cool air chilled her, prickling against her furless skin. Rubbing her hands against her arms to warm them up, she continued to try and get a sense of her surroundings.
The floor was covered by a white carpet so clean it almost seemed to shine like tile. Looking to her right, she spotted a small table with a wooden chair next to it. Behind the table, she noticed a gleaming, silver door without any handles to speak of. Immediately that worried her. How would she open a door with no handles? She also noticed that one corner of the room was walled off, separated from her by another handleless door. Shelving the thought for the moment, she turned and looked down towards the foot of the bed. A white footlocker sat at its end and across the room from her, a couple of white armchairs sat around a low coffee table, with a mirror set into the wall behind her. She caught a look at herself in the mirror, giving her pause.
Slowly, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, shakily standing on two legs and carefully crossing the room, supporting herself with the chairs as she passed, until she stood not two feet away from the large mirror. The face that looked back was nothing short of alien. Her blonde mane was still matted with sweat and dirt, but that was relatively normal. The rest of her though had completely changed.
Her eyes were the same emerald green as always, but they were smaller than she remembered, taking up nowhere near the area on their face that they used to. Her muzzle had been replaced by a strange bump that looked sort of beak-like in shape, though when she poked it with one of her new fingers it bent and shifted. Not a beak then. Her face was much flatter than normal, her mouth no longer pushed out in a muzzle, but even with the rest of her face, save for a pair of full, pink lips. Her fur coat was gone, just as it was everywhere else on her body, replaced with pale, peachy pink skin. Her freckles still dusted her cheeks and not-muzzle, but they were darker on her pale skin rather than lighter like they used to be. Her ears, possibly the strangest looking things about her transformation, no longer poked through her mane, but rested flat on the sides of her head. There was no denying it; She’d become one of the strange creatures she’d met not a few hours ago.
Applejack was unsure what to think as she stared at the new girl in the mirror. In some strange, incalculable way, she could recognize the girl as herself. There was definitely an intangible sort of resemblance to her former pony self in her new face, though she would be hard pressed to quantify exactly what it was. The eyes were definitely the most strikingly similar thing about her new body, but it went deeper than that. Applejack wasn’t really sure she could verbalize it.
She reached out, touching the mirror with her new fingers, tracing them along the contours of her reflection. Curiosity, horror, and loss welled up inside her, but none of them could compare to the sheer level of confusion and shock that overshadowed all of them.
And the whole time, Maria watched from the other side of the mirror, studying her.
“It ain’t a dream.” Applejack muttered to herself. “I keep thinking I’m gonna wake up but it ain’t a dream, is it?”
Almost as if in response, a sudden beep came from the handleless door she’d noticed earlier. Applejack turned and a moment later the two silvery doors ‘swooshed’ open revealing another creature. Like the rest of the creatures she’d come in contact with so far, he stood shorter than her, his eyes not quite coming up to the base of her new chin. He had short brown hair, though it seemed to be receding a little, and friendly blue eyes. In his hands he carried a cup and a pitcher of ice water.
She noticed that this one wore a suit, with a fitted jacket, collar, and a tie. Something she didn’t recognize hung from his breast pocket. Maybe this one was a noble? A quick look over him and his demeanor made her doubt that. Applejack couldn’t put her newfound finger on it, but there was something approachable about this one. He smiled genuinely at her, his posture relaxed, though she couldn’t help but notice a wariness in his eyes. “Good,” he said as he saw her standing there. “I’m glad to see you awake. Some of us were getting worried after you managed to sleep through the whole trip over.”
Applejack paused, taking the newcomer in. She eyed him suspiciously, trying to figure out whether or not he was genuine. Her senses were all telling her he was, but her world had been turned upside down so many times in what, to her, seemed to be just the past day or so. She wasn’t sure if she could trust anything, even her own senses right now.
“Where am I?” she asked, cautiously.
“Safe,” the newcomer replied, stepping closer. “Water?” he offered her, pouring a glass of ice water from the pitcher he held. He offered it to her and it suddenly struck Applejack just how incredibly thirsty she was. After a long day of fighting strange creatures and running across deserts, her throat felt like it was about to shrivel up. Still not particularly coordinated with her new limbs, she reached out, taking it in both hands before slurping at it greedily.
“Seems like you needed that,” the man said, smirking. He motioned to the chairs. “Why don’t we sit down? I think we have a lot to discuss, Miss…?”
“Applejack,” she said, finishing off the glass, tentatively trusting herself to hold it in one hand. “My name’s Applejack.”
“Agent Phil Coulson. I’m with SHIELD,” he replied, placing the pitcher of water down on the low coffee table and sitting in one of the seats.
Still wary, Applejack hesitantly placed her empty glass on the table, sitting down into the chair opposite him. Phil leaned over, refilling her glass before leaning back in his seat and smiling at her.
“Y’all didn’t answer my question, really, Mr. Coal Sun,” She said, raising a suspicious eyebrow. “Where am I?”
“It’s pronounced ‘Coulson,’” he corrected her, never losing the genial attitude. “And I’d like to tell you; honestly I would. Unfortunately, until I know a little more about you that’s going to have to remain classified.”
“Classified?” Applejack frowned, looking him up and down. “What are you, some kind of super spy from a Con Mane story?”
Phil tilted his head at the reference, but didn’t comment on it. “Something like that,” he said instead. “At the moment, though, I’d like to hope that I’m on your side. You’ve caused a lot of fuss in the past few hours, Applejack, and unfortunately this is just about the worst time for us to have to deal with anymore fusses.”
AJ scowled. “Hate to be inconveniencing y’all, but I ain’t exactly having the best day either.”
“I don’t doubt it,” Coulson said, never once breaking eye contact. “Which is why I’m hoping we can make each others’ days a little better. We’re hoping to get a better sense of who you are, where you came from, and if we can be trusted to let you out.”
Applejack’s scowl became fiery. “Am I in prison?” She asked, straining herself to keep calm, though her fist was clearly clenching.
“Not yet. And hopefully we won’t have to put you there. But that all depends on how this talk goes,” he replied. “Some of the other Agents are suspicious of you. You damaged a lot of SHIELD property and even injured some of our personnel, before what some people interpret as ‘fleeing the scene.’ What’s more, your timing in doing so was… unfortunate.”
Applejack’s eyes widened as she took in Coulson’s words. “I hurt somepony?” she muttered, her eyes trailing down to her new hands for a moment before looking back up at Phil. “Are they gonna be alright?”
“They are.” It was barely perceptible, but Phil Coulson seemed to relax, just a little, in that moment. “They’ll all make full recoveries.”
AJ let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “At least there’s that, I guess,” she muttered.
“Director Fury sees something in you, and that’s why we’re here,” Phil continued. “We really don’t want to have to lock you up - personally I think you’re just another victim in all of this - but if it comes to it we might have to. I know you’re just as confused about all this as we are, though, so here’s what I propose: You ask a question, then I’ll ask a question. Then you, then me, and so on until we reach an understanding. We’ll see what happens from there.”
“Director Fury…” AJ mused. “He was the fella with the eyepatch?”
“The same.” Coulson nodded.
Applejack paused and very carefully considered Coulson’s offer. Honestly, it didn’t sound terrible, all circumstances considered. She needed answers and now she could ask him just as many questions as she asked her. These people seemed at least a somewhat decent sort. They’d given her a bed and water, after all, which was more than she could say for the strangely dressed funny-talking ones that attacked her with muskets and pistols right out. And if she really did accidentally hurt somepony she supposed they had a reason not to trust her.
Also, if she refused they’d probably just lock her up anyway.
Applejack wasn’t stupid, though. Far from it. Simple? Perhaps. Uneducated? Probably. Uncomplicated? Almost certainly. But she was never stupid. Spies weren’t exactly common in Equestria, but even just from the occasional light action novel she borrowed from Twilight she knew they weren’t exactly always trustworthy.
At the same time, she also was aware enough to realize what her story would look like from Coulson’s perspective. As she considered Phil’s proposal it came to her that, when she told her story, it would probably come across as absurd. Equestria was a land of strange magic and confusing oddities sometimes, sure, but if a pony suddenly showed up on her farm and claimed that they were actually a pig-skinned monkey alien and needed help, she’d be hard pressed to believe them.
...well maybe not her. She was always good at telling when ponies were lying - almost supernaturally so. But any normal pony who wasn’t attached to the mystical embodiment of honesty probably wouldn’t believe them.
What was more was at this point she was having trouble ruling out the “alien” part of that comparison. She might not have been the most educated pony but she got enough primary schooling to know that the globe had been circumnavigated, and as far as she knew there weren’t any species like Coulson’s… and now hers... on Equus. Even if there was, Applejack was a good listener, and while she didn’t always fully understand Twilight’s magical rambles, over the time AJ had known her she’d been able to puzzle together that transformations like the one she’d been through were difficult, usually unsustainable, and never happened for no good reason.
The answer, horrifying as it was, started to become clear. She wasn’t in Equestria anymore. She probably wasn’t even on Equus anymore.
“Miss Applejack?” Coulson asked, quirking a curious eyebrow.
Applejack snapped back to attention with a small gasp. She must’ve been silent for a few straight minutes while he waited. “Sorry,” she muttered, her emotions threatening to bubble over. She took a long, slow breath as she considered the situation she was in. In all honesty, she'd faced worse if she really thought about it. Discord was a reality warper. Queen Chrysalis nearly conquered her country, and in the process nearly killed many of the ponies closest to her. King Sombra was the physical embodiment of hatred and misery. Right now, she didn't seem at risk of being attacked by an ungodly powerful foe again, and in all likelihood her friends were still safe back home. Compared to those events, this... well it wasn't a cakewalk, but it was comparatively less dire. Probably.
With a great amount of physical effort, she stifled her bubbling panic and anguish, bottling them away to deal with later. She took another long, deep breath, looking him in the eye and answering, “It’s a good enough idea, Mr. Coulson, but I have to get a couple promises from you before I can agree.”
Coulson’s smile flattened ever so slightly. “What promises?”
Applejack leaned forward. “First, I don’t wanna hear no lies from you,” she said, firmly. “Y’all’re a spy. I get that. If y’all really, really can’t answer something, you can tell me it’s classified and…" she sighed, "I’ll try to understand. But I want you to be straight with me. No riddles, no half-truths, no clever dancing ‘round the questions, and no lying. I’m really good at telling when people are being dishonest with me, Mr. Coulson.”
Coulson nodded, taking all of her demands in stride, deciding them to be more than reasonable. “Fair enough.”
“And second…” Applejack trailed off, her eyes narrowing as she tried to put her thoughts into words. She leaned back and spoke with a sigh, “I’m getting the feeling that some of my answers are gonna sound like downright horseapples to you... So I want you to try and… I guess give me the benefit of the doubt.”
Coulson tilted his head, eyebrow raising again, though his smile seemed to return. “I was planning to do that anyway. I’ve seen enough lately that I’m a bit more flexible in what I’ll believe, Miss Applejack,” he said, leaning forward. “Plus, I’m not so bad at telling when somebody is lying myself.”
Applejack leaned forward, taking hold of the glass of water. “Alright then,” she said, taking a long sip of water before continuing. She looked him dead in the eye and asked, “What are we?”
Coulson blinked. His smile and posture didn’t change but he’d definitely blinked. “What do you mean, Miss Applejack?”
“Exactly what I asked,” she said. “What are we? What are y’all called?” she motioned up and down her body. “What are we called?”
Whatever Coulson had been expecting her to ask, it definitely wasn’t that. The sheer enormity of the question was a lot for him to take in, though he didn’t let it show. And the fact that she asked such a basic, fundamental question was incredibly telling about just how much of a fish out of water this young lady was.
“Humans,” Coulson answered. “Our species is called humans. Homo-Sapiens if you want to get technical about it.” He scratched at an ear. “I have to say, Miss Applejack, I didn’t quite expect that question,” He said, carefully. "In fact, it actually makes some of the questions I had prepared moot."
“I warned you,” she shrugged with something of an apologetic chuckle.
“I take it then that you’re saying you weren’t always human?” he asked. “You were something else?”
“That’s two questions, Mr. Coulson, but yeah.” Applejack nodded. “I ain’t a hyoo-man like y’all. I’m a pony.”
“A pony.” Coulson deadpanned.
“From Equestria,” she continued. “A country ruled by Princesses Celestia and Luna on the planet Equus. I don’t suppose ya’ll know maybe how to get back there?”
Coulson leaned back in his chair again, his eyes wandering for a split moment before locking with AJ’s again. “I… can’t say I do,” he trailed off. A moment later he chuckled lightly. “Well, that blows my ‘lost Asgardian’ theory out of the water.”
Applejack frowned curiously. She wanted to ask after that comment, but there were more important things to ask.
“Alright…” she muttered, frowning and looking down at her hands again, wringing them together. “Where am I?”
Coulson frowned. “I already told you-”
“Not what I mean,” she interrupted. “I mean… where are we? If y’all don’t know what Equus or Equestria is, then I’m clearly pretty far from home, Mr. Coulson. Where’d I get m’self stuck?”
“Ahh…” Coulson nodded. “You’re on Earth.”
Applejack frowned. “Earth?”
Coulson nodded. “Earth.”
Applejack stood up, glaring at him accusingly. “I thought we agreed on no half-truths or dancing around the question, Mr. Coulson. Of course I’m on earth. I’m pretty sure I can tell I’m standing on the ground.”
Coulson raised his hands placatingly. “No, no… Earth is the name of our planet.”
She blinked, the anger draining from her face. She paused a moment before speaking. “Y’all’re kidding me.”
“I agreed. No lies.” Coulson said simply.
“Y’all named your planet Earth?” she asked, snorting a little to muffle a befuddled chuckle. “Seriously? Earth. You’re telling me that all y’all basically went and named your planet ‘Dirt?’”
Coulson chuckled. “Well when you put it like that…”
Applejack snorted back another laugh. “I mean don’t get me wrong, I got a fine appreciation for earth; wouldn’t be much of an Earth pony if I didn’t. I don’t think I’d be crazy enough to name my whole planet after it if I had the choice, though.”
“Earth pony?” Phil asked, thinking back over what she said. “Are you saying you’re some kind of… dirt pony, then?”
Applejack suddenly scowled. “Hey, now. Let’s not go bringin’ slurs into this.”
Coulson raised his hands placatingly again. “Sorry, I didn’t know.”
She pursed her lips. “No, I guess y’all couldn’t’ve.” She cleared her throat. “Yeah, I’m an earth pony. There are bunches of kinds of ponies in Equestria, but the ones ya’ll see the most are Earth ponies, Pegasi, and Unicorns. Earth ponies have a magic connection to the earth… er… soil, I suppose. Pegasi can fly and can control the clouds and weather, and unicorns can do fancy magic tricks with them horns a’ theirs. There are more kinds of pony, too, but y’all don’t see ‘em as often.”
Coulson couldn’t help but fold his arms under his chin, fascinated. “Interesting. It sounds like Earth ponies get the short end of the stick though?”
AJ scoffed. “Yeah, that’s what all them high-faultin’ pegasi and unicorns think, but we’re pretty good where we are. We’re a lot stronger and can take a lot more punishment than either pegasi or unicorns can. Tend to live longer too. And we can also sorta…” she trailed off, looking for the right word, “...coax plants to grow faster or in certain ways. Helps a lot, being a farmer and all.”
“You’re a farmer then?” Coulson asked.
“Born and raised! Sweet Apple Acres grows the finest apple orchards y’all ever did see!” She nodded proudly, beaming for a moment before suddenly scowling again. “Hey wait a minute! This was supposed to be one-to-one questioning and y’all have asked three!”
Coulson blinked, again, looking surprised, though this time a touch embarrassed as well. “Oh, yes. You’re right. Sorry about that, Miss Applejack. You can go ahead and ask three of me.”
She nodded. “Alright. And y’all can call me Applejack, Mr. Coulson. Callin’ me ‘Miss’ all the time makes me feel like some hoity-toity noble-type.”
Phil nodded. “Of course, as long as you call me ‘Phil.’”
She smiled faintly, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Alright, Phil,” she asked, “How’d I get here?”
“You mean you don’t know?” Coulson asked before shaking his head. “I have no idea how you got to this world, Applejack.”
“No,” AJ clarified. “I mean… how’d I get on that carriage? Y’all said I broke your property, right? The carriage was one of yours. How’d I even get there in the first place? The last thing I remember was a bunch of nasty folks in funny outfits and screamin’ words in a language that made no sense. They started firing pistols and muskets at me and somehow I got knocked out. Then I woke up in your carriage. How’d I get from there to here?”
“Ah.” Phil said, leaning back and taking a deep breath. “We did some digging and it seems that you were probably taken captive by a group of people called Nazis. Terrible, terrible, people, but they’re… mostly gone now. Somehow they managed to keep you alive in a special gel of some kind. After they were beaten, SHIELD came and confiscated a lot of the weapons they’d collected and stored them away.” Coulson looked at her with a sympathetic frown. “I’m afraid we owe you an apology, Applejack. When we confiscated their weapons we must have gotten ahold of the capsule you were being kept in. Assuming you were a weapon of some kind you were… stored away in a SHIELD facility.”
Applejack’s face fell further and further into shock as Phil explained before twisting into an offended scowl and even into anger. “Y’all mean to tell me that I was shoved in a box and y’all didn’t open the box to check?”
Phil sighed. “Assuming this works out, we’d like to try and make it up to you. All I can offer is SHIELD’s most sincere apologies.”
Applejack sputtered. “I… You…” She tried to form the words. She’d apparently been stuck in a box, asleep in a glorified basement? Nobody had even been bothered to check inside even once? “Why in the name of Celestia wouldn’t you check?!”
“It’s not a defense,” Coulson said, “but trying to investigate or understand some of the things we took from the Nazis… killed our agents. Sometimes painfully. Eventually we took the cautious route and decided to stop playing with fire.”
Applejack blinked. Trying to investigate the things they confiscated killed people? That was… a surprisingly better defense than Coulson claimed.
Didn’t make her happy about it though.
She was about to ask a final question when something struck her. Phil had said she’d been stored away in one of their facilities… but he’d neglected to mention something very important.
“...how long?” Applejack asked, her eyes suddenly wide with worry and a nervous sweat beading on her brow.
“I’m sorry?” Phil replied.
“How long was I in ‘storage?’” Applejack asked, a tremble in her voice.
Phil broke eye contact. “I’m very sorry…” he began.
“How long, Phil?” AJ demanded, clenching her fists.
“...based on the number of your crate,” Phil said solemnly, “Sixty-seven years.”
The air rushed out of Applejack’s lungs. All the emotions she'd bottled up started to roil to the surface. The world seemed to shatter around her as the words sunk in. It was as if everything around her had gone still as they continued to echo in her head. Her hands trembled and her eyes widened. “...Sixty seven… years?!”
He leaned forward, reaching across the table and putting a hand on her knee. “I’m sorry, Applejack. I’m very sorry.”
Applejack didn’t acknowledge him. Time had stopped around her as her mind echoed that dreadful number over and over again. “Granny…” she muttered. “Big Mac and Applebloom… the girls…”
Phil was silent for a few minutes before quietly standing up. “I suppose… we should end this here. I have a lot more I want to ask you, but you should probably take some time.”
Applejack nodded, completely silent. Her face never once losing its stunned expression.
“There’ll be some more people coming to talk to you later.” He said. “You should get some rest. There’s a shower in the bathroom if you want to take one,” he offered, motioning towards the walled off area she’d observed earlier, “and some clothes we scrounged up for you in the foot locker,” he said, pointing at the chest at the foot of the bed.
“Alright…” Applejack said, softly.
Phil turned to leave, casting one last look over his shoulder as the doors whooshed open. “I really am sorry, Applejack. Try and take it easy.”
She nodded silently once more as the door closed behind him, then lapsed into silence.
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“So she’s not hostile, just insane.”
Phil frowned, looking back through the mirror at Applejack. “You’re just an endless fountain of sensitivity, aren’t you, Hill?”
“I can sympathize with her situation, Coulson,” Hill explained. “Nobody should ever be stuck in her position. Waking up to find everyone she's ever known and loved is probably dead and gone? It’s terrible.” She shook her head. “Doesn’t make her any less insane.”
“I’m not sure.” Coulson said with a curious frown.
“Really, Phil?” Hill looked at him, exasperated. “I get that you’re more open to outlandish stories these days, but that takes the cake, the ice cream, and the whole goddamn party table!” She motioned towards the woman in the window. “I mean… Ponies?! Seriously Phil? Unicorns and Pegasi prancing around a country of horse people called Equestria?! And somehow, conveniently, she’s been randomly transported to a new world and transformed into a human?!”
“We already established that we probably weren’t working with a human here.” He explained, sighing. "I'm just upset she asked the question I'd been dreading so soon. There was so much more I wanted to ask her."
“Ponies, Phil! You can’t seriously be taking her story at face value.” Hill protested.
“I’m not,” Coulson insisted. “I’m aware of just how farfetched the story is. It tops anything that’s happened over the past few years.” He scratched his chin. “Maybe even the one about the merman from Atlantis who helped out during the War in the Pacific.”
Hill fumed. “Phil, be serious.”
“I’m deadly serious,” Phil said sharply, turning to Hill. “I’m not just going to believe every story I hear, but I trust my instincts. And I trust Director Fury’s instincts. And he thinks there’s something special about her, and she doesn’t strike me as insane.”
“Sometimes the craziest people out there don’t strike us as insane, Phil,” She said softly.
“I know,” Phil nodded, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a notepad and pen, writing something down. “Which is why I’d like you to call Samson in again for a second opinion. I trust his judgment in this situation over mine.”
“Leonard Samson?” she asked as he tore the paper off the pad and handed it to her. She looked it over briefly.
“One of the best. SHIELD called him in for eval after we pulled Rogers out of the ice.” He paused. “Also, on the off chance it turns out she’s not delusional, we should probably get a member of SHIELD legal in here. Somebody who can set her up with a new identity and paperwork for as long as she’s stuck in this world.”
“Do you have somebody in mind?” Hill asked, looking up from the paper.
Phil nodded. “Walters.”
Hill blinked. “Really, Phil? She scored high on the exams but she’s barely out of the academy.”
“I have a feeling about her.” He said with that infuriating smirk of his.
She rolled her eyes. “Of course you do. Admit it, you're just bringing her on because of her family.”
Coulson chuckled. “You think she won't be useful in helping reign her 'family' in?”
She opened her mouth to protest but after thinking for a moment closed it. Finally she spoke. “Alright, I suppose that’s fair.”
“Good.” He said, turning past her towards the door. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to make a phone call.”
“To whom?” Hill asked, turning back to the window.
“Our friend in Russia,” he said, slipping out the door. It closed behind him with a whoosh.
Hill frowned as he left. She watched the woman through the window. Sometime during her conversation, she’d broken down. Her face was in her hands and her body was wracked with sobs as she curled up in the chair.
She sighed, turning away and leaving the room, switching the light off behind her.
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Not a big fan of your version of Hill. She's kinda a bitch... but to be fair she's kinda a bitch in the MCU anyways so I suppose I shouldn't complain too much.
Please, continue.
I really enjoyed this chapter and look forward to the next one. I'll be honest, interview chapters where it's mostly just the characters exchanging information like this is probably one of my favourite parts in these kind of stories so I have no problem waiting for the action.
Ok. If an actual 1v1 fight against the Hulk is not viable, I at least want Applejack to arm wrestle him. Heck, I'd settle for her arm wrestling Thor.
*new chapter*
Yes!
*finishes reading*
Noooo!!
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There's a story with RD in the Marvel universe, but not one in DC, I think. The Technological Technicolor Technomare.
I don't mind 'talking'. This moved the plot forward and set things up quite nicely.
Also, nice drops of Namor and She-Hulk. I will admit, my comic-fu is weak, so there's probably gonna be stuff that shoots over my head at Mach 5. ;)
Nudity isn't sex, I think there should be a nudity tag!
Although I'm surprised no one's mentioned to her.
"Uh. You uh. You're kinda rocking with your tits out"
"Of course I am, I aint no noble!"
"...okay..."
"I can accept that the literal godly realm of Asgard exist and the names we know from mythology inhabit it, but a world of ponies crosses the line!"
Ahh, you'll always have that one sceptic that denies everything without getting their face shoved into the truth.
There's no point in action if we aren't committed enough to the characters to enjoy it. Proper pacing is far better than a dive right into action without any weight behind it.
Good, solid chapter. Nice touch at capturing Coulson's relaxed, somewhat-laid back character with his dialogue and vernacular. That was one of the first things I was looking to see if you pulled off. But you did: he sounds distinct and like Coulson.
Also, just based on the time skip Applejack just experienced, I'm betting that very quickly someone's going to realize that introducing her to Steve Rogers will be a very good idea for both of them. Both have experienced a similar jump and lost almost everything they knew, and they're both similar "Apple Pie" kind of individuals.
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Toot toot all aboard!
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Speaking of which, something else to consider is that Applejack's situation as far as her lost life is concerned is pretty much SHIELD's fault. Sure, their reasons are understandable, but that doesn't change that they were the ones who kept her on ice for what could reasonably be called an entire lifetime.
I've found that stories often skim over details like this, but SHIELD kind of owes Applejack a really, really, really big debt here.
Actually, Homo Sapiens Sapiens (as opposed to Homo Sapiens Neanderthalis). In Connections, Carl Sagan gave our name as "We Who Think". As for Earth, other names would be Sol III, Terra (Latin), Midgard (Norse), & Gaia (Greek)
So, assuming the crate was captured in 1945, this is 2012. Agents of Shield started in 2013, so this is maybe a few months before the pilot.
Apple Bloom would be pushing 80, but possibly still alive. Spike would be an adult (? Depends on a dragon's lifespan), Celestia & Luna basically unchanged. The other Elements would be late 80s - early 90s (if still living)
Don't worry, I like conversations in the stories, especially conversation that has to do with the situation at hands, they are refreshing to me and explain a lot of things, so go wild in the next one :D, bring in a lot of info.
Given the similarities in 'origin', I'm a little surprised to see her concurrent with Cap instead of replacing him.
Still enjoying it. As others have pointed out, you've more or less nailed coulson. My favorite part was him describing Thor as 'a guy looking for his favorite hammer'.
It's been a few days, so I don't remember; have we established when in the show canon Applejack was sent to earth? It's important because of equestria girls.
Nice chapter of course I'm pleasantly surprised that you updated it sooner than Origin Story's author did.
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This story takes place during The Avengers movie that is the predecessor of Agents of Shield.
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To be fair she is a bitch period. How else could you call someone that tried to arrest national Hero for not upholding a law that wasn't legally binding and wasn't legal to begin with.
Well, she was going to find out sooner or later. Best to rip off the bandage and hope that not too much flesh comes off with it.
Also, Hill's position is understandable... but rapidly becoming untenable given the nature of the universe she inhabits. I can only imagine what she'd think if she were to meet Howard the Duck.
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You're doing better than I am; I missed the She-Hulk reference.
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Well, dimensional travel is tricky. It is still possible that while on earth passed 60 years on Equestria have passed just 5 minutes, or something like it .
And don't worry Dusty, how do they say? Copying from an author is plagiarism, copying from many is research.
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In a reply to an earlier letter of mine, the author said that it was in S3, but before Keep Calm and Flutter On or Magical Mystery Cure
Some interesting points in Return of Harmony, the first attempt at using the Elements had Spike substituting for Dash. It was pretty puny, but it worked. To my mind this indicates that ANYONE with good intentions can use the Elements. Their power depends on
1 How close to their Element are they?
2 How close is their friendship?
Both were pretty weak & so were the Elements, but they worked.
The other point is that, according to the comics, Thor can use his hammer to travel between dimensions. Of course, he has to know where before he can go there.
I haven't seen The Avengers, or most of Agents of Shield, so I don't know if they contradict this
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There's another story I know which has Discord going to the DC Universe. It's premise is great, but it's hard to read (the writing quality needs a lot of work). Rainbow Dash's experience in DC would obviously be different, but it's worth looking at to compare with.
Of COURSE Applejack won't go to bed with Tony! Tony can't handle his liquor as well.
I really liked this chapter, good character moments, moving the plot forward and getting into some introspection. All in all exactly what you want from 'talky' chapter.
And yeah, SHIELD owes AJ a whole lot, and becoming a core part of the Avengers will be a good start to repaying it. I can see her ending up at Barton's farm during the down times, helping with the farm work and setting up some apple trees. It would add the whole idea of the team becoming her new family.
I'm definitely having a good time with this fic. I can't wait to see more. You more or less nailed everyone here, true to MCU and I see the Namor and She-Hulk references. It won't be long anyhow I'd imagine till we get something similar from the MCU.
She-Hulk?! She-Hulk?!
I'm loving this. You could have doubled or even tripled the dialog and it would still be good. Action is all well and good, but it's not the only thing that makes for a good read.
Also... it's has already been touched on in your comments but nudity is not sex. If you are not going to have that sort of content in your story, then that tag should probably go. Truthfully, I hadn't noticed the tag until you brought it up, but by your own admissions, it doesn't belong associate with the story you have planned. That said, I would not think less of your work if it did, nor do I think less of it because it doesn't.
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Huh. She wasn't around in Avengers, I wonder what butterfly effect that will have.
Oh dang, I feel beyond bad for Applejack. Really wonder what got her to Earth, and for her sake I'm praying there is a time dilation that goes in her favor. Years on Earth being days or less on Equus. Otherwise, her worse on her friends and family will be beyond harsh later. Especially with the risk of WHEN she left. Hmm, is the show airing on Marvel Earth? Cause if it is, dimensional mind break will be assured. I hope Tony can be nice to her on this. He's lacking tact, but he does have heart. Oh, and Hill needs a shin kick, or twenty.
This is just a rambling on about various MCU elements/scenes, and how AJ might effect them, so bear with me.
Don't know if you'll do requests or not, but I want to see a scene where AJ tries a Terran apple, and I really want her to see a box of Applejacks cereal. Hell, I don't know if the Apple company is in the MCU, but if it is, that'd be neat too. Oh, and if Ragnarok is to be believed, the Valkyrie used to ride pegasai, so clearly Asgardians are familiar with the concept of winged equines at the very least.
...also, if she can still influence the growth of plants, if this story continues into Infinity War, would that mean she'd be able to effectively accelerate Groot's aging process? Maybe even something as (relatively) simple as aging him mentally; to get him out of Groot's puberty.
I suspect that after having dealt with Discord and his insanity, Loki's manipulations would seem like child's play by comparison; Loki certainly never caused anyone to completely revert their personalities
Doctor Strange using the Time Stone to revert an apple: "I seen a lotta weird magic, but that feels unnatural "
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There's SORT OF a reason for that? The name of the SHIELD agent who wrote the report is the name of a particular character from Marvel Comics who's known for being irreverent and snarky and sarcastic. It's another one of those "Comic fans will get this!" Easter Eggs that I've littered the story with.
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This might be confusing but in the course of the events of the story so far, Reinstein's journal is in the back of a cupboard somewhere in some dusty old SHIELD archive where they're still keeping things in hard copy that haven't managed to be digitally transcribed yet. The SHIELD archivists will find it somewhere down the line, which will lead to the diary excerpts being included in "Jacelyn Applewood's" Avengers file
There's a little bit of 'in medias res' going on with that prologue and it exists mostly to set a timeline of events.
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I'm glad people don't seem to mind the "talking" chapters, because if the next chapter is any indication, you're going to be getting a loooooooot more of them...
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The whole situation IS rather SHIELD's fault, and while it might take a while for them to get around to it, Fury will see to it that they pay their dues as best they can.
...or he would, but those of us who've seen the movies happen to know that something's on the horizon that may throw a wrench in that.
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To be fair, I think that "Even though I look like a human I'm actually a pony from a magical world of Unicorns and Pegasi and magic and rainbows ruled over by an immortal alicorn who controls the sun" is still a bit more farfetched than "I'm the god of thunder, I can actually prove it, watch me swing this hammer and shoot lightning."
Frankly I don't think Hill's wrong to be skeptical, though as FoME has stated, the way the world is about to go completely sideways with wizards and aliens and gods and stuff, it's going to become harder and harder to deny her claims.
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Yeah, I wish there was a nudity tag. They added a tag for violence, which I much preferred over having to stick this story with the old gore tag, but they didn't add a basic nudity tag. Oh well. If enough people tell me to ditch it I'll ditch the sex tag. I just hope I don't get a mod on my tits.
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Thor can't use his hammer to travel dimensions in the movies. If he could, he probably wouldn't need Heimdall to open the Bifrost for him to get back to Asgard.
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Some things are pretty consistent across the Marvel multiverse. Tony gets drunk. Cap gets frozen. Spidey gets shafted. Maria Hill is a bitch.
Granted she's not QUITE as big a bitch in the MCU as she is in the comics, and I hope to illustrate that as the story goes on.
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I'm glad everyone seems to like how I wrote Coulson. He's one of the ones I was really hoping to capture properly.
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I wouldn't have AJ replace anybody wholesale. That'd strike me as a little too indulgent. And I don't want AJ to overshadow the other Avengers' heroism, I want her to find a balance with them if possible.
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I'm planning on some mild friendshipping between Cap and AJ, yes.
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Originally that was the plan, but I've slowly been changing my mind. Nothing's finalized yet, but I'm leaning towards having the time be 1:1 betwen the MCU and Equestria. It just feels a little too convenient to have 60 years in the MCU be 5 minutes in Equestria. Things in life don't usually tie up in neat little bows like that. If Applejack wants to find a way back to her friends, she'll need to find a way to travel not just back to her own universe, but also travel in time.
Also, the show is not airing on the MCU's earth. In this version of the MCU, "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic" was an unsuccessful reboot of the My Little Pony franchise. They planned to bring in Lauren Faust to direct the show, but then an alternate channel offered her a chance to create her long-planned Galaxy Girls show so she left the project. Without Faust's guiding hand it was left in the care of some schmuck of a writer who will go unnamed, who ended up creating an even more juvenile, saccharine, horrendous product than Generation 3.5. It lasted a single 13 episode season and was cancelled.
It's actually a good thing that FiM as we know it isn't airing in the MCU, though, as that would make her story even LESS credible.
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You've actually got some pretty neat suggestions there. One or two of them may show up.
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According to the original Norse legends.
A (disguised?) giant contracted to build a wall around Asgard for a truly outrageous price (ICR what). Loki advised Odin to take the deal because the payment was contingent upon the wall being finished in a year & he said that he'd never finish on time. Last day of the year, Loki transformed himself into a mare & led the giant's stallion away (so he couldn't haul the stones for the wall). Loki subsequently gave birth to an 8 legged steed named Sleipnir (presumably while still a mare.) Sleipnir became Odin's steed. Loki's other children include the Midgard Serpent the Fenrir Wolf (destined to kill Thor during Ragnarok), and the goddess Hel. Possibly the most messed up family this side of the Addams Family. Not my candidate for Father of the year In Norse mythology, the gods were neither immortal nor unaging. For their continued youth they had to eat the golden apples grown by Idun, goddess of Spring .
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I definitely agree with you on the whole time thing. It should really only be done to serve the story and not just allow things to wrap neatly. For example there was one story I read that had Captain America traveling to Equestria to help them and it's revealed that years on Equestria translates to minutes on Earth which is basically used as a way to explain why Cap's backup never manages to show up despite how long he's ultimately there for.
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Father? Or Mother? He certainly was a messed up god.
Walters! Samson!
WAAAALTERS!
YEEEEESSSSS!!!
Sorry big She-hulk fan, in both forms.
I believe Coulson that he, Fury and the better half of SHIELD didn't know she was there though that certainly doesn't make it right. Just means Applejack deserves a lot of benefit of the doubt from them at the very least, especially if she's going to be putting her life on the line to save Earth (incidentally her reaction to that was hilarious). As far as Hill goes, I can see why she wouldn't take Applejack's story at face value, dismissing it entirely given the existence of Asgard and Gods is a known fact, is still stupid on her part.
People talk about her being able to bond with Steve but I'd like to see her interact with Thor as well.In some respects (namely that they are both non-humans from other dimensions/planets that ended up on Earth and are out of their element) they have as much in common as AJ does with Steve. Black Widow as the summary suggests she probably wont get along with, same with Tony to a lesser extent. Not sure about Bruce and The Hulk but Hawkeye should be easy enough to get along with.
This chapter, I like it. ANOTHER (smashes glass)
upvote number 200. thanks for the awesome story. ps, hill is a bitch
Holy shit, I didn't know I needed this story in my life until now. Keep up the good work.
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Love the story, and I can't wait to see more!
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Good. Action is fun, but the real meat of a story comes from characters interacting.
True enough, the Marvel universe just hates the concept of people being allowed to settle down. It'd be refreshing if Applejack actually digs her new heels into the sand over this though, most of the times characters just seem to get dragged along in these kinds of situations, which leads to a bit of a weird scenario when viewed from a distance.
"Yeah, sorry, our screwups just sort of ruined your life and we haven't really done anything to make up for it, but here's a thought: Want to risk what's left of it to fight life or death battles for us?"
"'Kay."
It... does sound rather silly when you say it out loud.
Agreed, plus time dilation also risks stories not making much sense (I'm looking at you, 'Equestria Girls has time dilation' fan theory). Was it mentioned when in the show's timeline she left? If it was post season 3 she'll have at least two friends in Spike and Twilight who'd love to see her back.
Could also make for a potential cavalry moment somewhere down the line in the story: Twilight somehow picks up Applejack's alive and finds a way to teleport over in the middle of a fight, and two long separated friends team up to fight the baddies.
Goddamn, this is getting better and better. I wasn't even sure the time lapse would be addressed as plot/character relevant, but this is great.
The one issue I take with this story is the offhand mention of Aquaman?? Is there some Marvel equivalent who frequently crosses paths with the Avengers?, or am I going to be disappointed that this is somehow also a Justice League crossover?
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There is, Marvel has its own Atlantis with its own ruling king: http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Atlantis
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As 8635014 mentioned, that was a reference to Marvel's "Namor the Sub-Mariner" who actually pre-dates Aquaman by two years (Namor was first introduced in 1939, while Aquaman first came into being in 1941)
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Namor was the Prince of Atlantis in the Marvel Universe (which looks very different from the Atlantis of the DC Universe) and was a member of the Invaders, which was Captain America's superhero team throughout World War 2 in the comics (who unfortunately didn't get the movie treatment alongside Cap). Like Cap, he's survived into the modern age and continues to be an active superhero (and sometimes antihero, and sometimes supervillain depending on his mood) to this day. Of the rest of the WWII heroes, he's probably the most important one aside from Captain America himself and Bucky, and there have been teeny tiny hints that he's actually rocking out somewhere in the MCU.
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^ That's a screenshot from the end of Iron Man 2. The map in the background shows all the places known superhumans are active. Note the little dot in the middle of the South Atlantic (also the one in Africa that foreshadowed the eventual appearance of Black Panther). Other dots were in New Mexico (Thor), California (Iron Man), and Greenland (Captain America).
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Oh no, Namor the Submariner is a very long running marvel character, in fact he debued back in the golden age before Aquaman, though he started out as a straight up villain but changed over time. And yeah, in the comics he did team up with Captain America to fight Nazi's a few times.
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It never ceases to amaze me how many well thought out little hints are sprinkled throughout the Marvel films. It just shows how much love the creators of the movies have for the source material.
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Well, earth ponies are long lived so Apple Bloom and maybe Pinkie and Big Mac could be still alive, but personally I'd choose a middle ground . not 5 minutes, but 20-25 years? Enough that a lot of time is passed but her friends are still alive?
Anyway, not my story, I'm sure that whatever dusty will do will be fine.
Don't be too concerned with chapters that have a lot of talking, as long as you balance it out with physical reaction, expression and introspection. Exposition is a foundation element in creating a good story. It doesn't have to be boring, and shouldn't be if well thought out. Keep going, you've got my interest.
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Thanks for the impromptu comics lesson! Color me schooled, #knowledgeispower, etc.
But why though?
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If you were transformed into a hideous centipede alien, would you want to get jiggy with the other hideous centipede aliens?
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I thought of this, too, have there still be a time dilation but not have it be so extreme. Actually, it could be possible; in the mcu, it's implied that the"microverse" ant man enters when he turns off his regulator belt has time move at a different speed. And doctor strange established that some dimensions don't even have time as a concept.
As far as what AJ coming home could be like, what if, because she wasn't there to be the element of honesty, one of the villains succeeded in taking over equestria? It'd actually be a good idea for a sequel; they manage to send her back home, and it's a few years later but not a terribly long time, but everything's gone to hell and the only way to save equestria is for AJ to bring her new friends over to help!