I found my phone on the bedside table, probably left by Tony after I gave my Dublin hoodie for him to launder. I mean, not for him to launder. The image of Tony Stark hand washing my clothes almost made me laugh, but I had bigger things to worry about, and I snatched the phone up.

I immediately went to chrome, and googled Tony Stark. Shit. Wikipedia said he was the world's richest man, owner of Stark Industries and there were a few articles about his upcoming wedding-ooh. Right. He was getting married soon-, which meant that google thought he was a real person. The internet was synced to this MCU.

Then I went to Netflix, and groaned out loud as I found that I hadn't paid the monthly payment, apparently. One thing folks, I did pay. Just two years from now in the fucking future.

Okay, so...The only hope left was the gallery.

I swiped through random selfies of me and my friends-ugh why were there so many?- and tried to-

"Who's that?"

"Agh!" I jumped, almost smacking Tony's face with a flailing arm. He ducked. I glared at him, trying to regain my composure.

"How long have you been standing there?!"

"Since you almost clicked that clickbait post about how Tony Stark's no longer the world's richest bachelor?"

"Oh." I blinked, almost blushing. "Congrats on that, by the way." I frowned. "Wait. Where's Pepper?"

"She's on a business trip to Italy." He waved his hand dismissively. "She'll be back in two weeks. Maybe you'll meet her."

"I hope so," I really didn't. I mean, I had nothing against the lady, but being here for who knows how long without mom or dad? That scared me. I was even starting to miss Simon, my idiotic genius brother.

He peered back at the phone screen, oblivious to my inner turmoil, wrinkling his nose. "People still use Samsung?"

"Yup." I pulled the phone away from his gaze, and pocketed it with a nervous smile. "Anyhoo...what's going on with breakfast?" I started walking out of the room, and he followed, albeit a bit skeptic. "Why's it taking so long?"

"Uh, because you keep running away from the kitchen?" Tony shook his head tiredly. "It's like you have the attention span of a toddler," He muttered darkly, and I smirked.

"You're kinda right. I used to think I was ADHD for a really long time."

"What happened?"

"I took a test. Turns out I'm just really really hyp-"

"Mr. Stark?" A female voice interrupted me, and I almost jumped again, before remembering about FRIDAY. "Sorry for the interruption, but the jet has arrived from Scotland. You wished to be informed?"

"Yeah, Thanks, FRI." He turned to me. "Vision's here."

"They're here already?" I gaped. Wow. Things did progress really fast inside movies. My heart was suddenly stammering. I had no idea what I was going to say or do. And I was meeting Scarlet Witch! I had had a serious crush on her since I was in sixth grade and now I was meeting her? What the fuck should I say? Oh my god.

"I'm not wearing this t-shirt when I'm meeting them," I said immediately. "I have a horrible fashion sense, I admit, but this is where I draw the line."

"No need to freak," He scanned the shirt again, looking like he was trying very hard not to laugh. I glared. "I'll probably have Pepper's shirt around here, somewhere..." He wandered off outside the kitchen and I sagged, grabbing one burnt toast off the dish. I pulled out my phone again.

Jesus. I still had all the posters and pictures from the movies. I stared at one particular photo of Tony Stark standing in front of the podium in the very first Iron Man movie, about to say that iconic line.

I am Iron Man.

I munched on the bread. Why do I even have this picture? Man, I must have been a bigger nerd than I thought. But...was this helpful? Maybe, if I'm going to tell them about the whole you're a movie character thing. I scrunched up my forehead.

No way was I going to tell them. Never mind the definite existential crisis that they would all go through, it just sounded all so difficult in my head. Not to mention mean. My utmost priority was preventing the magic snap, and saving people. I was not going to throw this entire universe off its balance.

But still, the knowledge that I could, was fascinating. Maybe more fascinating than it should be, because feeling like a God was probably not a moral or a nice thing.

Then my mind wandered off into religious and psychologistics of it all that would probably bore anyone that wasn't me or...well, no one, and I perked up when Tony walked back in holding a blue t-shirt triumphantly.

"Found it!"

"Great," I answered, trying to sound less nervous and more insolent-teenager-that'd-be-anywhere-but-here. Time to meet a sentient robot and the amazing beautiful powerful woman that I'd been obsessed with since I was twelve.

...Maybe I had been a little bit biased when I argued on twitter about how Wanda and Vision were so not cool together.

But, wasn't everyone?


We waited in the living room. Well, I waited. Tony hovered around, stealing craving gazes at the bottles of alcohol that lined the wall. He seemed to be weirdly anxious, in the way he simply refused to stay put and pace around like a ghost.

He was probably jittery about meeting a team Cap member. Which, reminded me that I should really work on getting the Avengers together again, which then made me even more anxious about well, everything. How was I ever going to do this? I clenched my eyes shut, then opened them when a random idea popped in my head.

"This is 2018, right?"

Tony startled, glancing at me. "Yeah." He blinked. "Weirdo."

I grinned so wide as I unlocked my phone quickly, and went into the music folder. Yup. I still had everything, from 2020.

"We can dominate the music industry," I said out loud, to see if that sounded as weird as it did in my head.

He frowned. "What?"

"I have all the hit songs from 2018, 2019, and 2020. We can destroy anyone's career. Topple Taylor Swift's album. Lana Del Rey. Post Malone." My voice got louder. "Oh my god, we can actually stop Billie Eilish!"

"Who's Billie Eilish?"

"EXACTLY!" He recoiled, and I reigned in my excitement, waving a hand dismissively at the phone. "She's this really talented, really dark but awesome singer. She's so good. One of my favorites."

"...Then why would you want to stop her?"

"...Huh. You're right." I paused, then smirked. "But still, that's awesome!"

"You've literally time-traveled, and the only thing you find awesome is the music industry? What about technology? Or I don't know, even politics?"

I made a face. "Dude. Boring. Everything's like the same."

He opened his mouth to retort, but then, two people walked in the room. Tony froze immediately.

"Tony." Wanda Maximoff said hesitantly, in comfortable looking coat and jeans. Next to her stood Paul Be-Vision, in his middle-aged white dude form. They both looked jetlagged, tired. She had bags underneath her eyes.

"...Welcome back, Wanda. Vision." Tony acknowledged awkwardly and I could literally feel the tension palpable in the air. It didn't get any better when the couple's gaze turned to me, who was about to get off the couch but somehow managed to trip on the carpet and fall back on the couch with an oof. Typical. Humiliation burned my cheeks, and I coughed.

"Hi. Um, I'm Regis Lee?"

The woman's gaze immediately went back to Tony's. "What is she doing here?"

It kinda hurt, but...I mean, okay. That was a reasonable reaction for finding a teenager in Tony Stark's probably super exclusive penthouse.

"She's the reason you're both here." Tony countered, gesturing towards the couch. "Want to sit?"

"What do you mean, she's the reason? You said it was a life or death sit-"

"Um, yeah, it is." I stepped in. "I'm pretty sure you're not in the lucky half of the universe. And Vision...well..." He dies twice but I wasn't that cruel to say that out loud.

"What lucky half?" Her accent was faded, but it was evident in the way she said half. I winced, at what I was going to say and also how I thought her accent was super cute.

"You might want to sit down for this," I said apologetically at her narrowed eyes, and they both complied reluctantly. Thankfully, the couch was huge, curtsy of Tony's billions. They sat, close enough for their knees to touch and I threw Tony a questioning look like do-I-tell-them?

He frowned back, wrinkling his forehead. You-do-you, I think he meant. It might have been do-not-tell-them! but nevertheless I spilled.

Thanos is coming. With the infinity gauntlet. Half the universe turned to dust. Yada yoda yada.

I left out the most details, just telling them the most fundamental part of Thanos's plan, but even then about the time I reached the dust bunnies-cough, of course I didn't actually say that to her, cough- Wanda's face had hardened into a mask that was impossible to read into.

"He wants the mind stone," Vision said, more of a statement than a question, faintly touching his forehead. I nodded.

"Yeah. So which is why we asked you to be here. You're a crucial part of our plan."

"We have a plan?" Tony asked, frowning, and I glared. He blinked. "Um, yes. We do."

"How do we believe you?" Wanda asked suddenly, and I turned to her with a lopsided smile.

"Um, with trust-"

"You can mind read," Tony interrupted me, and I paled. Fuck. Right. Wanda could mind read, couldn't she? Fuck me. How could I have forgotten that? What if she learned about the entire you're a movie character shit? That spelled out a load of disaster I couldn't possibly clean up.

Wanda threw him an unimpressed look. "I don't do that unless I have a reason to, now. A legitimate reason, with permission." I sagged with relief.

"I'm sure she'll give you permission," Tony raised an eyebrow, and I froze again. "Weirdo?"

"No okay, wait-"

"She doesn't exist," Vision murmured, and the room fell silent. I recoiled, my mind racing to comprehend what he just said. And failed.

"What do you mean?" I asked, making a face. Then I scowled. "Did you just try to mind read me? That's so weird. And wrong. But cool." I lit up. "Woah. What'd you see? What's my brain like? Am I like, a maze or something? Probably not. I'm probably like a straight road leading directly to my subconscious. Anyway. Seriously. What'd you see, Vis?"

Wanda and Vision both simultaneously turned to Tony, and he sighed after a moment of trying to look like he didn't know me.

"I know. She's weird."


A/N: Sorry for the longer than usual wait! My mom's going crazy over computers, seriously...아니 진짜 회사갈 때 컴퓨터 두개랑 내 휴대폰을 다 들고가 매일. 고물상인 같아...;;;

Thank you for the F&F&R! Reviews make my day, honestly. They keep me wanting to write.:)

코로나 때문에 엄마가 이상해지고 있어 마스크에 겁나 집착함...그리고 갑자기 내 학원 끊고...ㅎㅎ개꿀...어쨌든...새벽 두시다 엄마한테 십분만 쓰겠다고 했는데...ㅋㅋ엄마 자고 있음...

I'll try to speed up the plot, but anyway, thanks!