I had a really weird dream.

And yes, I had been aware that it was a dream, because I always dream like that. Whenever I'm dreaming, which is quite often, if I don't like the plot of the dream-although it's mostly nonsensical-I focused on doing something else, like trying to fly, or using my superpowers. Cause, you know, I knew it was a dream and anything was possible.

Returning to my original point, the weird dream was about me, and I was chasing after a...dragon. And then the dragon turned into a fairy and gave me a book, which was really heavy and when I staggered under its weight, a crack opened in the ground and I was sucked into it. I remember screaming, because I'm really claustrophobic and it was really dark and narrow. And a voice boomed all around me, echoing Meddling girl, I'll see you soon and after that booty call, I woke up.

I blinked at the unfamiliar ivory ceiling, my heartbeat pumping in my ears. Then the memories of yesterday came rushing into me full-front and I groaned, stuffing my head under the pillow.

I was still here. In the MCU. And I hadn't had a single idea how to get back.

Some part of me yesterday must have thought if I went to bed and woke up tomorrow, everything would have returned to normal. Maybe that was the reason I had been so hyped last night. But it had been a hopeful but useless thought.

I let out a sigh, then thought Girl. Stop whining, and woman up.

I slid my legs out from under the bed sheet and stood, looking around at Stark's guestroom that I had been too tired to scan last night. Well, there were three things I could immediately see. First, it was big. Really big. My adjectives need a lot of work, I realized as I trod over to the restroom.

Secondly, it was mostly empty. Just a queen-sized bed and a desk. And finally, it was...not my room. I rolled my eyes. Obviously. But it was still jarring, to realize that I had slept in someone else's house without my family or even a friend. I frowned. Did Star-Tony count as a friend? Nah. Not yet.

I missed my small room already. The over-crowding large desk and the green-themed bed, and movie posters that were taped to the blue wallpaper. Ugh. I was getting sentimental.

I took a quick shower, grimaced at the idea of getting in the too large Iron Man t-shirt Tony had given me last night-his sense of humor was incorrigible-and stared at myself in the mirror. Black messy hair. Dark eyes. Okay. I was presentable.

I always wished I was hotter-I mean who doesn't?-but I was fairly confident in myself. Even if I wasn't the conventional beauty, I had the style and brains to make up for it. And with that note, the conventional beauty-cough cough-knocked on the door.

"You awake?" Tony asked, his voice muted, and I rushed to the door. I opened it after a deep breath, trying to seem laid back which was totally how I felt. Yeah, right.

"I hate this shirt," I said instead of a good morning, and he smirked that signature smug smile.

"You look terrible in it." He remarked, and I made a face.

"Yeah, cause it's only five sizes too big." Ugh. If I was going to stay here longer than I thought, I would need to go shopping. Man, that was seriously not something I would have thought of if I knew I was going to hop into the MCU.

But, how do I get the money? I already felt kinda bad staying with Tony. I felt imposing, although I knew he was a billionaire and could deal with a lodger. My independence hated depending on him.

Okay. Maybe think of ways to feel less imposing but still be able to demand for some financial support? That sounded absolutely ridiculous, but I still put it on my mental to-do list which was filling up fairly quickly. On the top was the make up a plan to stop Thanos, which I hadn't even gotten around to reflect on. Woah. Who knew this shit would take so much work?

"You alright?" Tony snapped his fingers in front of my face and I blinked back into reality. Right. He was standing in front of me. And I was hungry.

"I'm fine, just zoned out." He didn't look much convinced, but I didn't mind keeping a mysterious aura. "Breakfast?" Then I grinned up at him, probably immediately ruining that mysterious aura.


It was earlier than I though it was, about nine, and Tony made some toast in a very domestic way while I sat at the table and pondered at the slingring on my palm. So I could make portals. How would that help? Could it work on other planets? Could I go to Mars using the portal? Okay, that was a dumb idea. I would die immediately. But still. How far was the limit?

An idea took place in my brain and I stood, clenching my fist nervously. I slipped the ring on and closed my eyes.

I focused on the imagery of our apartment, in Seoul, Daechi-dong and felt that tingle again, albeit weaker. I concentrated harder, thinking about the small television and the worn leather couch and the wooden cupboard and-

There it was. That electric adrenaline rushing spark spread along my body and I made a circle with my arm, watching as the portal grew large enough for me to fit.

I stepped forward and half-way across I heard "Regis what are you-" and I was on the other side. I looked around at the living room. Very very different. There was a pang in my chest as I realized that this was not my home. This was some stranger's house, not a place our family had spent last three years in.

"자기야 화장실에-" A man walked out of the bathroom and our eyes met and he screamed, loudly and a woman ran out of the master bedroom and-

I jumped back across the portal, closing it as soon as possible. The guy's scream still rang in my ears, and I let out a shaky breath. That had not gone well. I hadn't thought of the instance of the house being occupied. The guy must be so shocked. I felt awful. I huffed a sigh. Well, at least I learned that the portal worked on longer distanc-

I flinched when a hand tugged on my shoulder, and I turned around to face a glaring Tony Stark. "What the fu-hell?" He half-yelled and I had to stifle a laugh because he had obviously meant to swear, and he narrowed his eyes at me. "What'd you do? Who screamed?"

I smiled sheepishly. "I just possibly traumatized a guy."

"...What?"

"I was trying to test how far the portal reached, and I went to our house. In Seoul." I sagged faintly. "There was another family there."

He pursed his lips, seemingly reappraising the situation. "I'm sorry," He offered after a moment, and I shrugged, trying to seem lighter than I felt.

"I'll be fine." I snorted. "I still have you to traumatize."

"I'm not a guy that's traumatized easily," He retorted, raising an eyebrow and I grinned.

"If you read some of the fanfiction-"

I froze like a bucket of ice was poured on me. It was like a nuke went off in my head because What. The. Fuck. My brain combusted into million pieces. The shock I felt then, rivaled the shock I felt when I learned that my best friend had a crush on me. And that was a shock I used to think was unrivaled by anything. I was such an idiot. I was the world's biggest stupidest-

I bolted back inside the guestroom, ignoring Tony's exasperated yells. My phone. Where the fuck was my phone?


A/N: The Korean used above means "sweetie, the bathroom-"

Thank you again to people reading, reviewing; I love hearing feedback and although I'm too anxious to reply, I'm reading all of them:) 은서야 넌 보조개가 있니 없니 내가 얼굴표현 할 때 넣을려고 했는데 왜 문자를 씹니?

한국에서 비지터(컴퓨터) 접속이 10명이나 있다는 걸 알고 내 충격...(나. 너. 그외 8명은 누구...?) 이 한국어로 작가 노트 쓰는 걸 그만해야 하나...한국인들 화이팅!(?)

The phone arc awaits in the next chapter, so keep reading people! And review!