[SITE-019]
SCP-507, also known as the "Reluctant Dimension Hopper," sat in his containment chamber, feeling the familiar sense of unease that always preceded one of his involuntary trips. The staff at the site had grown accustomed to his disappearances and reappearances, documenting each instance meticulously.
507 sighed, knowing he had little control over when or where he would end up next. His containment cell, designed for his comfort and safety, felt more like a prison with each unplanned journey. He glanced at the clock, the seconds ticking by slowly, and then, without warning, everything around him warped and twisted.
The sensation was disorienting, as always, and when the world finally stopped spinning, he found himself standing in a bustling cityscape unlike any he had seen before. Skyscrapers reached into the sky, adorned with holographic advertisements, and the streets were filled with people moving with purpose. 507 took a deep breath, bracing himself for whatever challenges this new dimension would bring.
As always, he feared the worst, but once again, it seemed like it might have gotten lucky, and he found himself in a less dangerous situation. There were no massive monsters around, no demons wanting to kill him.
No giant rats and buildings made of cheese. No, instead, he once more found himself in what seemed like New York City. But not the one he was familiar with; in this one, there was a large tower rising up high, and nothing new there.
But he was fairly sure there shouldn't be some giant portal above it. Not what seemed like an army of robot aliens flying out and smashing everything.
507 quickly took cover behind a parked car, his heart pounding in his chest. He watched as the alien invaders wreaked havoc on the city, their advanced weaponry tearing through buildings and vehicles alike. The sky was filled with explosions and the sounds of battle, and 507 knew he had landed in the middle of something far beyond his control.
"Great, just great," he muttered to himself, peeking over the hood of the car. "Why do I always end up in these situations?"
His attention was drawn to a group of colorful figures fighting back against the invaders. He recognized some of them from the last dimension he had gotten stuck in. Iron Man, Tony Stark. Someone who was big in the news and on the internet.
Captain America, another superhero that filled a lot of that dimension, even if only as a dead relic of the past. Something that was used as a symbol for this or that whenever those in power needed one.
507 watched in awe as Iron Man's repulsors lit up the sky and Captain America's shield ricocheted off enemies. He knew he had to find a safe place to wait out the battle, but in a city under siege, safety was hard to come by. He spotted a partially destroyed building nearby and decided to make a run for it.
As he dashed across the street, dodging debris and energy blasts, he felt a hand grab his arm and pull him at him. He panicked and pulled his gun, one of the three he was carrying in his emergency kit.
The first one among the three was the same old gun with rubber bullets. The other two, however, were new additions to his arsenal from the Foundation's more special arsenal.
One was a powerful electromagnetic pulse gun. Made to take down mechanical threats. It also hurt a ton getting hit by it, but it was less effective than rubber bullets against people unless they had a suit like Iron Man.
The final gun was his personal favorite. It was a so-called ICER, but he couldn't remember what it stood for. It was filled with some very special and non-lethal darts that could knock a person down instantly.
He liked it since it could be used on himself if he found himself in some really scary place, but it was mostly safe. A few of the dimensions he had visited were like that, not physically dangerous but more mentally so. And in those, this new gun was a one-shot ticket out of there. even if it did give a killer headache.
The figure who had grabbed him pulled back, raising their hands in a gesture of peace. "Whoa, easy there," a female voice said. "I'm on your side."
507 squinted through the smoke and dust. It was a woman with red hair, dressed in a sleek, black outfit that looked both practical and intimidating. He hesitated, lowering his gun slightly. "Who are you?"
"Natasha Romanoff. Black Widow," she replied, scanning the area for threats. "We need to get you out of here."
507 nodded, trusting her for now. "Lead the way."
They moved quickly through the war-torn streets, avoiding pockets of fighting as best they could. At one point, they had to take cover as an alien soldier fired a blast that narrowly missed them. Natasha responded with a well-aimed shot from her weapon, neutralizing the threat.
As they neared a more secure location, the situation seemed to be stabilizing, with Iron Man and Captain America gaining the upper hand. 507 marveled at their prowess, feeling a mixture of relief and awe.
Yet he watched as countless more aliens came flooding in. They seemed endless, and even though a considerable number of them fell down after getting hit by lightning, more still came, along with some massive monsters that started to tear the city apart.
He wasn't able to watch more as he was hurried down underground, into the metro, where everyone else had also taken shelter.
The sounds of fighting never stopped up there; in fact, they just grew more and more intense. Eventually, the woman, Black Widow, came back, looking worse for wear. She started to take control of the situation. And had people move down the tracks, away from the fierce fighting up above.
As they moved through the darkened tunnels, 507 could hear snippets of conversations. Fear and uncertainty were palpable. "What's happening up there?" someone asked.
"We're losing ground," Natasha admitted. "The Chitauri are relentless, and there's no end in sight."
"But what about the military? Shouldn't they be doing something?" another voice piped up, trying to sound hopeful but failing.
Natasha paused, her face grim. "All they can do is bomb the city, and you all need to get out long before they do that."
507 felt a pang of fear. If the city was bombed before he left this dimension he could be in big trouble. He hoped that whoever was up there fighting along with Stark would be able to buy enough time for him to get out.
There wasn't much information coming down to them. The entire world seemed to be in chaos, which he guessed was understandable since they just learned about aliens, and first contact hadn't been nice and peaceful.
Everyone was looking at the city, at America, and wanting to see how they would deal with the situation. However, they were quiet so far. Apparently, there hadn't even been a mobilization of the army yet.
It wasn't easy to follow along on the news while he himself didn't have a phone. Even the ones that did, had a really bad connection down here. Or maybe it was the chaos above messing with the signals.
All kinds of discussions went around the shelter they were hiding in, and everyone hoped that the reason for the lack of military action was that they didn't need it.
507 also hoped that it didn't mean they were just going to send a few nukes down over the city and hope it would be enough. He really didn't believe that the shelter they were in would survive that.
As the situation continued to take a turn for the worse, he finally once again felt the feeling of another jump, or rather, felt that he would be returning to his much safer dimension. And soon enough, he indeed just hopped back home, leaving that dimension behind.
He then reported the situation and told the Foundation everything he knew about the dimension he had appeared in, once that was very similar to this one. However, he was reassured that the Foundation had measures in place to deal with alien invasions when he brought up his worry.
He, and the rest of the staff dealing with him had all started to note the fact that many of the dimensions he seemed to enter these days often were very similar to this one. They couldn't determine much yet, but a pattern was forming for certain.
What neither he nor the personnel knew was that he had just escaped from an alternate universe where the Avengers failed to stop Loki. After opening the portal, he didn't stay behind but took the scepter with him to take control of America's military leadership.
Without the scepter, there was no way to shut down the portal, and there were no missiles carrying a nuclear bomb for Stark to carry up into the portal. Thus, they lost the battle. Loki won, and as a result, the forces of Thanos that he had borrowed slaughtered half of humanity.
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