Fanfic #224 A Young Woman's Marvelous Adventure by jacobk(YoujoSenkiXMCU)

This fanfic is a crossover between Youjo Senki and the MCU following Tanya in the MCU world. I really like this fic because it has great characterization and great world building as the story goes along.

Synopsis: A cosmic artifact links two worlds just as each is in the closing phases of a worldwide war. A tiny bit of overlap, just enough time for one person to slip through. For SHIELD, it makes for a whole new set of headaches. For Tanya Degurechaff, it means starting over in a new world. Again.

Rated: M

words: 43k

https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/a-young-womans-marvelous-adventure-youjo-senki-mcu.944975/reader/

Here's the first chapter:

May, Unified Year 1931. Northern Ildoa.

I frowned down at the written report. A familiar magical signature had been spotted a hundred kilometers away and closing fast. It looked like my vacation was over.

Mary Sioux was a bloodthirsty berserker who was almost as dangerous to her own troops as she was to the enemy. She only followed orders when it suited her and she would have already been subject to a dozen court martials if not for her absurd magical power.

She was also doggedly persistent. It seemed fitting that her only positive trait would be so annoying.

It only took ten minutes for 203rd to be in the air ready to welcome our guests. A mere two week break was hardly enough time to dull their edge. As usual, I would be engaging Miss Sioux in combat in order to give time for my men to drive off her two supporting battalions. Even Mary Sioux would eventually retreat rather than face an entire battalion by herself.

It was an unorthodox strategy, harkening back to the knights of old and the days of chivalrous single combat. It was also the only tactic I'd found that prevented Sioux from going through my Imperial mages like a hot knife through butter. Blunt force might be her only tool, but when it was backed up by enough force there wasn't much my men could do but die bravely.

Of course, I had to take on a certain amount of personal risk in carrying out the plan, but it couldn't be helped. My men were a valuable resource to put between myself and enemy fire. It would be foolish to expend them against Mary Sioux when they were barely capable of slowing her down.

When it was just myself against Sioux I could sometimes turn her massive power to my own advantage by baiting her into damaging her allies. Our last clash over the north of the Francois Republic had left the better parts of two American tank battalions as smoking wreckage. I'd been injured badly enough to be rotated to a secondary front, but at the time I'd thought the catastrophic friendly fire would finally be enough to see Sioux grounded.

I should have known that Being X would never let that happen. Now I'd be facing her over the alpine forests of Northern Ildoa. With no ground troops for miles around, Sioux would have even less reason than usual to restrain herself.

She opened with a massive optical beam. As usual, she telegraphed the shot far enough in advance that I was able to dart out of the way. It lanced forward, knocking down trees and starting a small avalanche as it carved a massive furrow in the ground.

I cursed under my breath as I continued to weave out of the line of fire. I could conjure up a laser pointer bright enough to distract a cat without much effort. If I really tried, I could boil a cup of water from across the room. And, not to brag too much, but I was one of the most powerful Imperial mages on record. It boggled the mind that Sioux could alter the landscape using the same spell.

I fired back as I dodged. It was futile, as always. Even a direct hit with an explosive spell was barely enough to cause a ripple in her defensive shell, thanks to the absurd amount of power she could pour into it.

I was hardly in any position to complain about fairness, not after I'd used the Type 95 to mow down enemy mages in job lots throughout the course of the war. I had to say, though, that if Being X was hoping to bring me around to his point of view, putting a thumb on the scale this blatantly wasn't going to do anything but make me angry.

After half an hour of intense combat, that anger was tinged with more than a hint of fear. Sioux always fought with violent abandon, but even she would pause after she smashed a platoon of American soldiers to bloody splinters, caught up in some facsimile of remorse. She would fight with renewed fury after that, of course, blaming me for everything that had ever gone wrong in her life, but those little pauses had added up to a bit of breathing room that I was finding I sorely missed.

Out here, with nothing but mountains and forests below, she could fire away to her heart's content. I was tempted to bring the other mages into her line of fire. She must feel some connection to those who flew by her side, perhaps enough to slow her down. I held off, though. That kind of stunt would see my men killed as well as hers. There was no point getting through this battle if I faced a firing squad right afterwards for incompetent command.

I reversed course just before another optical beam cut through the space I would have occupied. Warnings flittered across my consciousness as I overloaded my body reinforcement spells in order to survive the maneuver. Sioux overshot my position, giving me a rare moment of respite.

I reached into my pocket, running a finger along the Type 95. The added power would come in handy, if only it hadn't come along with a bout of Being X-induced insanity. The Type 95 would give me the false confidence I needed to go toe for toe with Sioux, but it didn't pack enough power to let me survive the experience.

Except... that wasn't quite true. What I had pulled out of the Type 95 so far was the power on offer if I let Being X wring unwilling, insincere praise from my lips. There was much more on tap if I was willing to offer up a genuine prayer. Enough to survive this fight. Maybe even enough to defeat Sioux once and for all.

And all I had to do was bow my head to the bastard who had thrown me into this mess to begin with.

I shook my head and settled my hand back on my rifle, leaving the Type 95 to rest in my pocket. It might not be the rational choice, but after all this time I'd reflected on myself enough to admit that it might not have been entirely rational to piss off an entity with the power of Being X in the first place.

If the only thing he wanted out of me was a prayer, then that was the one thing I was never going to give him. I might die in this crazy world, but I'd do it with my mind clear and my thoughts focused in spitting in the eye of Being X.

I flew forward, full of renewed determination. Then there was a flash of blue light. Then darkness.

ooOoo​

February 1945 Anno Domini, Northern Atlantic

Steve Rogers watched in horror, and just a bit of relief, as his most persistent foe disintegrated in front of his eyes. Johann Schmitt had flown too close to the sun, attempting to grasp the power of the tesseract with his bare hands, and he'd paid the price.

The mysterious artifact had opened a kaleidoscope of glowing windows to fantastic destinations before the glowing light had begun to eat into Schmitt's figure. Steve was unable to tear his eyes away as those windows whirled about, the ethereal dance accelerating as more and more of Schmitt's body disappeared. Finally he vanished, and those strange portals all winked out of existence.

Steve shook his head. He couldn't afford to be distracted, not while he was inside a Nazi war machine headed for New York. He turned and raced for the controls, determined to do everything he could to prevent Hydra's superweapon from hitting the United States.

He didn't hear the soft thump of an unconscious body landing on the deck behind him.