Thank God he said no because I really really really wanted to see Thor and Loki. I mean, who wouldn't want to see gorgeous people?

Apparently, the answer to that question is Stark, because he looked appalled at the mention of Loki. Then I remember that whole New York fiasco in the first Avengers and kinda felt bad about being so excited. But I couldn't help it. To these people that battle had been a matter of life and death but for my eight year old self, which I was back then, it had been a movie where I got to see hot people fight even hotter people. And also, it had been the start of a dominant comic-book movie industry, but I hadn't known that yet.

So I stifled my glee and Strange and Stark talked about meeting up later, because it was getting late and-Wait.

"Where do...I go?" I peeped up, almost feeling nervous because of the spectrum of answers I could be receiving, from Stay with me to Go fuck off.

Stark glanced at me casually. "I thought I was stuck with you," He answered, and I almost giggled because that answer right there, was a classic example of how sweet he could be while pretending he wasn't. God. He was so hot.

"Wait," Strange broke the content moment, looking between me and the other guy. "She's on her own?"

"She's not on her own," Stark rolled his eyes. "She's staying with me. I just said that."

Strange narrowed his eyes. "Where are her parents?"

"Do you really want to ask that question?"

"Yes, and I would like to ask one more. How old is she? Does she have any kind of legal ability to cons-"

"I'm right here, you know?" I looked exasperated. "Why's everyone so obsessed about my age? Just call me a teenager, like adults always do."

They both gave me this really scrutinizing glance that said just tell us, and I sagged under the force of both of them combined. "I feel much older than my actual age, okay? I have a higher-"

"How old," Strange cut short. "are you?" He emphasized every word like I was a toddler, and I glared.

"I'm fifteen." Then I had to sigh, because it did kinda sound pathetic even to me. "...In a month."

"What?" Strange turned toward Stark for some reason, and looked at him like he was an irresponsible asshole and then Stark looked at me, like I was an irresponsible asshole.

"You're fourteen?"

"I thought you were both geniuses. You're taking this extremely slowly, though." I insulted, because I knew both of them had gigantic egos that couldn't fit in the room with each other, but it didn't seem to work.

"She shouldn't be involved in this whole mess, Stark." Strange said, ignoring me, and Stark frowned.

"I didn't know she was that young. I just met her today and-"

"And you invited her over to your house to stay, without knowing her real age. Great planning." The Sorcerer said sarcastically, and Stark leaned foward, his face turbulent.

"She knows everything. She's the only hope to stopping Thanos."

"I believe what she's saying is true, but it doesn't change the fact that she shouldn't take part in a possibility of an actual war. People are going to be hurt. We can't have a teenager in the battlefield."

We already do, I knew Stark was swallowing back, because my mind immediately went to Peter Parker. But...Peter was different. Heck, I was different.

Time to stand up for myself, then.

"There's two immediate things wrong with what you're saying," I started, reigning my thoughts in for a coherent sentence. "The first one is: there won't be a war, if we play the cards we have right. I know the future, you guys have the brains and the power to make a plan and put that plan in to motion. We won't be standing in any battlefields." I paused. "And second, even if Thanos comes and there is a fight, wherever I am, I will still be standing on a battlefield. Thanos wants to wipe out half the universe. Who knows if I'll be included in the lucky half or not? So, adults, I'm gonna do the best I can do to do what I want to do and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

Right. There had been...five dos in that last sentence. Great. I had proven myself to have the verbal skills of a ten year old.

"Nice speech," Stark stared. He looked half-impressed and half-weirded out, which was an expression I recognized easily. All my teachers wore that face when I said fuck you in a very eloquent roundabout manner.

"I have the bad feeling I'm going to say this a lot of times." I sighed, rubbing my temples with my thumbs.

"...You're probably right," Strange answered, and he let out a tired sigh. "About what you said. And also that you're going to say that a lot."

"Really?" I blinked, and he ran a hand through his hair.

"I don't like it," He said, firmly, then paused hesitantly. "But you are the only one who knows, and I get the feeling that you won't stop even if I tell you to, so...Just, if there's anything dangerous going to happen, stay out of it."

"Of course," I beamed. "I don't even know how to fight, and I hate pain so-"
Wait. An idea sparked in my brain and my eyes grew wide. "Can you teach me that," I waved my hands vaguely in the air. "-stuff?"

Strange recoiled. "What stuff?"

"That stuff. You know, magic stuff." I grinned at him. "It'll be really useful if I knew how to make portals?"

"Wait, you don't have to have magic genes to do magic?" Stark frowned. "Can I do magic?"

"For starters, again, it's not magic. It's sorcery-"

"Potato potahto." I rolled my eyes, and he glared.

"And I'm not teaching you. It takes years to master the-"

"I'm not trying to master it. I'm just trying to learn how to make portals."

"Again, it takes-"

I snapped my fingers. "Can I try?"

"No." He answered, sounding suspiously like a sulking teenager, and I refused the urge to roll my eyes again.

"C'mon! What's the harm? I'll probably fail?"

"..."

I held out a hand. "Pretty please?"

Yeah, he had nothing to say to that. He sighed sharply, then took off the ring, slingring, and dropped it in my palm. "This is not because you said pretty please."

"Sure sure," I turned my attention back to the golden ring in my grasp. Okay. You put it on, and do a wavy thing, right?

I suddenly felt self-conscious. Why was I so confident about doing this? I'll probably fail and make a fool of myself. But...you had to believe that the portal would appear, right? And I believed one hundred percent. I was in the freaking MCU. Of course magic portals are a thing. I had the ring, and I could do this.

"Focus on a specific place, or a location." Strange instructed, his calm voice familiar and soothing. "Raise your hands."

I put them in position, right in front of left, and did not giggle. I instead thought about Stark's suite and it's living room, and there was a tingle from my ring finger that spread across my body and told me something was happening. I bit my lower lip, smiled, and traced a circle in the air.

Fiery sparks flew and a circle grew. I maintained my focus, pushing back the urge to think Hey! That rhymed!

Stark stepped back, mouth open. "What the-"

"The one who taught me had to put me on Everest for me to do it." Strange muttered darkly, and Stark shook his head.

"I told you, she's weird. But there's something more about her," Stark muttered, pursing his lips. He was about to continue, but I raised an eyebrow, lowering my hands and letting the portal fizz out.

"You realize, I can hear you?" I said, and Stark flinched.

"O-of course," He lied, and turned to Strange abruptly. "We should be leaving."

"Can I keep this?" I asked Strange, who was still looking at me with disbelief in his eyes. "I mean, it'll be helpful if I'm trying to escape from dangerous situations?"

"Ye-yes," He said seemingly from the spur of the moment, and blinked. "Wai-"

"Okay, thanks!" I stretched my hands out and waved around my arm as fast as I could without losing focus, and as the portal sparked up I turned to Strange. "Bye," I said quickly, flashing a devilish smile, and after gesturing at Stark to follow, I stepped through.

I was standing in Stark's living room, in one piece, and I grinned as wide as I could because holy shit that actually worked and I met Doctor Strange and I can make fucking portals?

Woah. I looked at Stark, exchanging some sarcastic or deep words with Strange on the other side-I really couldn't tell-and it hit me, I was really doing this. I was living a life inside the MCU. I was staying with Tony fucking Stark. I mean, in reality, I had just been a teenage girl wanting some adventure in her boring life. And now, I was getting swamped with it.

It was overwhelming, I had to admit. I had to focus on not freaking out every five minutes about the fact that I was meeting my crushes, or the fact that I was in a whole another world where superheroes existed. But, the one fact that freaked me out the most was that...I was still the same person.

I was still a normal girl, and I felt like I wasn't enough to do the things I needed to do here. I didn't have Stark's intellect, I didn't have powers like Peter, and I most definitely did not have the morality. I might act all rebellious and totally chill, but I really wasn't. I was very much of a control freak, I was reckless, and most importantly I was selfish. What if defeating Thanos came down to a decision between me and half the world? Would I really chose the MCU? I mean, they were going to survive anyway, right? And yes, some might die, but I would easily be able to come up with an excuse.

Was trying to change the future, a bad idea? Yeah, duh. There were too many variables, too many things that could go wrong. But as I said before, I was selfish. Which was why I was chasing the fun, the superheroes, the cheap thrills.

I should stop. I should really stop doing this.

"Weirdo," Stark crossed the portal, staring at the fiery circle spinning in midair. "How'd you do it?" He asked, as I waved bye at Strange looking half-pissed and let the portal disappear.

Or maybe, I should stop thinking. I should stop thinking about this and focus on having fun.

I forced a smile on my face that he watched suspiciously. "Cause I have a vivid imagination?"

He wrinkled his eyebrows. "Regis," He started slowly. "You should tel-" He paused.

"Never mind."

I recoiled. "I think that's the first time you've called me by my name." I grinned, no matter how I wasn't feeling like it. "This calls for celebration!"

Stark, no wait, Tony, seemed like he was going to say something serious, but he saw the look on my face and sighed briefly. "I knew your name before."

"Yeah, but still. You've just been upgraded."

"What?"

"In my head. You were Stark, but now you're Tony! Congrats!"

Tony snorted, shaking his head. "I'm never going to understand how your brain works, weirdo."

"Well," I shrugged. "I am the one and only me."

He looked at me with a gaze that was almost endearing if I could call it that, except the fact that he was looking away as quickly as he looked. "Dinner?"

"Depends. What is it?"

"Whatever you want," He said, moving towards the kitchen and I bit down on my lower lip again, fighting the urge to grin.

For real, this time.

A/N: Regi can make portals! Yay! And she's more serious I hope(?)

And Stark, no wait, Tony is sweet now. 아 피곤하다. '나 홀로 그대' 보면서 팬픽을 쓰고 있는데 빨리 진도가 안 나가네...으악...빨리 로키 나와야 하는 데...혀에 뭐가 났어. 아프다.

Thank you to people still reading! And thanks for the sweet reviews.;)