Kristyn regretted coming here.

The rhythm of the song pulsed over and over like a tremor and everything around her felt magnified tenfold. Kristyn's head pounded wildly as she desperately clawed the table for a glass of anything. Anything, which contained zero alcoholic content.

"Water, Stark, I need water!" she hollered over the blaring music.

She had already told him she could not hold her liquor, yet he insisted repeatedly that she should have a go at a club.

She could have been back at her apartment with her dog now.

She could have been watching the latest episode of her favourite TV drama now.

She could have been enjoying a proper meal now.

But no, instead, she was hanging around in this sleazy place groping around a table for a drink. Kristyn would never have set foot here if she had her way; why did her virgin experience at a club have to be so disgusting?

It was then when she felt a warm cup pushed into her hands.

"A..about t..time Stark," Kristyn garbled, snatching the glass away roughly. The water felt like heaven as it touched her chapped lips. Kristyn immediately began to gulp it down breathlessly.

"Drink slowly or you'll choke."

She spluttered at the sound of the voice. This was not Tony. In fact, she had no recollection of the voice at all.

Kristyn then stared up at her messiah groggily, hoping she could make out at least half a face. She narrowed her eyes and squinted, but her bleary vision prevented her from seeing anything more than a fuzz ball. Yet there was something about the mystery man that scared her.

The stranger felt… intimidating. Kristyn could only visualize his emerald green eyes, glossy and tinged with blue hues. They bored into her and seemed to reflect a sort of melancholic brilliance, waiting to be freed. It was all too familiar, like she'd seen him somewhere before. Was it the news? Maybe he was the weather forecaster. Her head cocked to the side slightly as she tried to place this strange man in front of her.

But the flurry of activity around Kristyn was all too distracting, and she heaved a sigh as nothing entered her mind. Nope, no recollection of him whatsoever. Giving up, Kristyn opened her mouth to thank the stranger for his timely gift, but was only greeted by the sight of him leaving.

Then she did the most sensible thing ever- veer her way shakily into the crowd to catch a man she barely met a few minutes ago.

"H..hey!" Kristyn screamed, running blindly towards her intended target, but not before slipping on the floor and catapulting towards her strange-in-focus, knocking him over roughly and landing face to face against him.

"B…bullseye." She slurred, satisfied at her "good aim". "I…I just wanna s..say. Dankyou. Dank ya for da wader. Y'know.. da…uh…w…wader."

The blurry figure in front of her opened his eyes, wide. And by wide, she meant extraordinarily wide, as if this was he had not received any pleasantries or human contact in ages. But Kristyn had to admit, this was a rather strange way of thanking someone. She opened her mouth to apologize, but then she couldn't take it anymore.

The confounded expression in his green eyes, bothered her. The stares of the crowd bothered her. The fact that she was lying face down against a stranger bothered her. Everything was bothering her so much that she erupted into a fit of hiccups and laughter the second sound left her mouth. "I'm… Ima… Sorreh!" she managed to gasp intermittently between her intense laughing and hiccuping fit. She began trying to get off the stranger with her wobbly arms, failing miserably as her simply fell back onto the stranger's chest. The stranger smirked at her, gently rolling her off him before steadying Kristyn with his strong hands.

Did he just smirk? Kristyn thought, feeling her body being lifted onto a chair. The stranger then bent down beside Kristyn, at such close proximity, that she could feel his very breath brushing lightly against the crook of her neck.

"You are a very interesting and amusing mortal here in midgard," he whispered. "But you should be careful."

Kristyn cringed inwardly, gripping the handles of the chair tightly.. "Y..you talk funny," she hiccupped, "w..what's a midgard?"

"You will know in time, perhaps someone will tell you one day. " he replied, "Amongst this mess… Somehow hope I'll be able to pay you a visit again."

"O..o..ogay. Bye bye," rasped Kristyn. She did not like how close this stranger was too her and the way he spoke. He was making her feel flushed and uncomfortable all at once and she could not wait to get away from him.

"Farewell Kristyn. Don't misplace important things in the future."

Kristyn's body stiffened.

"H..how d'you know my n..name?" she hollered, trying to hoist herself up the chair.

It was then she remembered the chair was never fixed on the ground as the sound of metal legs slipping across the polished floor met her ears.

Ah gravity, thou art a heartless bitch, Kristyn recalled from a sitcom as she lost her balance.


And just shortly after, Kristyn's entire body was hoisted up, and she screamed.

"Stop screaming kid! You're so damn heavy, I swear you were actually born a pig," she heard the familiar voice curse.

"Damn. If only I knew you sucked at holding booze so bad." The voice muttered angrily.

Now, that, was Tony, Kristyn thought to herself.


Tony rolled his eyes as Kristyn was wracked by yet another bout of violent coughing. He couldn't believe it. He, of all people, was here right now, carrying a half-sober girl across his shoulder and risking another earful from Pepper when he could've been saving the world.

"Way to spend my day," he muttered, narrowing his eyes in annoyance as Kristyn let out another sad-sounding defiant squeal from being man-handled by him.

"And what the hell do you want from me this time, Princess?" Tony hissed under his breath.

"Mnn… Tonee… Wassat with Mid… Uh… Midgard?"

Tony Stark raised his eyebrow, amazed at what just came out from Kristyn's mouth.

"...Well Princess, I need you to start sobering up and tell me if you had any interesting encounters."