Weeks passed by so quickly, it was as if I was in a train watching the view of the countryside pass by. Everything was in a blur, and when you felt like you were finally settling in with that view, another village showed up. Or in my case, I ruined the moment by blurting out important things that Tony didn't know about yet.

...Yeah. I might've told him about Bucky and risked Iron Man flying into Wakanda hell bent.

But he didn't. That was the important bit, right? It might have been because the Doc was there to physically restraint him, and Wanda did something with her magic voodoo skills, but still. He didn't.

I got kicked out of the Tower, though. He apparently understood that even if he knew where a war criminal was, he couldn't go charging into a foreign country he had no jurisdiction over. But what he didn't understand was that of course I couldn't have told him earlier about the said war criminal. And of course I couldn't divulge any other secrets I had, otherwise they wouldn't be secrets.

Yeah. So I ended up going to the sanctum, which was fine, because the lessons of sorcerer 101 were progressing a lot quicker than what Doc had expected. I was, apparently, a natural.

Ha. At last, all the time I spent reading fantasy books paid off. Because magic was the same thing, no matter what the franchise was. Just two things mattered. Your ability to focus during a short period of time, and your imagination. And, surprisingly, I had both that.

I learned how to make mirror dimensions. I learned weird-ass incantations and spells. I learned what would piss Strange off the fastest. Interestingly, singing was on the top of that list. He couldn't stand half the songs I loved. Apparently, the only music that mattered were made long before I was even born.

He was such a boomer, but...it was kinda endearing.

I went back to Stark Tower, and there I begged for his forgiveness-more like I begged for a comfortable bed because the sanctum had horrible horrible stiff cots-and I told him one thing. Well more like two things. a), I'm sorry. b), If you let me in again, I'll tell you your future kid's sex.

The door opened fairly quickly.

And no, I did not tell him. He agreed, looking nervous and anxious. My guess is that thoughts of a child of his own, pushed back any murderous intents about a certain Winter Soldier and a certain teenage girl. My plan worked beautifully.

However, Tony's plan, which was to work on separating the mind stone with his technology instead of going to Wakanda, was not working beautifully. He hit more dead ends and while I wanted to help him, I was sadly not a genius. But still, I spent time in his lab, keeping him annoyed and healthy. Seriously, the dude needed a reminder to go eat breakfast, because he slept like once every three days. And after having to order endless amount of take-outs, I forced him to buy a rice-cooker, because I was missing rice. I never thought I would think this, but I missed it. Almost as much as I missed my family.

And yes, I did go shopping. While the guys were too busy with the thing in Vision's forehead, Scarlet Witch and I went shopping. My inner fangirl died. RIP.

Wanda and I got closer in the days together. She didn't care about how old I was and I didn't care that she had freakish powers, so we made a good combination. Wanda was younger than I had thought, and seemed to have missed a lot of her childhood due to Strucker's experiments that gave her the aforementioned freakish powers. So, I gave her the Normal Teenage Experience.

I capitalized that, because I had an ever growing official list. From crushing on celebrities-she loved Leonardo DiCaprio for reasons I never would understand- to the rock'n'roll concerts-apparently Halsey existed here too! And Tony got us backstage passes and I just died like five times in front of her like oh my god-and finally, getting to be grounded. Yeah. We got grounded. Well, I got grounded. She's a legal adult, so she didn't get grounded.

Why were we grounded?

Well, let's just say that social media knows now the adorable face Tony Stark makes while napping and how Wanda almost dropped him down the stairs while trying to levitate him to the bedroom. Also, I have about a million more followers on twitter. Woah.

Due to this, I had to share an awkward facetime with Pepper Potts, who was trying to school her fascinated expression at the idea of Tony living with a teenager. She then, all buisness-like, made me sign an actual NDA, and all the other stuff Tony had forgotten to mention when I had started crashing in his house.

Also, PR. That had been a nightmare. My face was in the video, but no journalist could find out who the mysterious Asian girl was, and there were conspiracy theories about my relationship to Wanda and Tony. One I remember in particular was a theory that I was...*drum roll*...Tony's daughter. Wanda and I laughed about that for a long time. Hello? He's white? I'm Asian? Also, if I was really his secret daughter, I wouldn't post on Twitter about it? People were really stupid.

In the end, Tony just clarified on his twitter account that no, the girl is not an alien or my daughter or Wanda's girlfriend, she is just a friend. Who's temporarily staying with us to solve an issue. He grounded me for like an hour, before we portaled away to Doc's.

Wanda met Doctor Strange. It was super weird. But surprisingly, they got along pretty well, talking about the things they disliked about...me.

Wow. Seriously? Then, they started talking about magic and her powers and suddenly we were all in the mirror dimension and they were dueling. I sat on the sidelines, and cheered whenever someone did something cool. I cheered a lot of times.

I never did get closer to Vision. I dunno why, but we were never alone together. I was always with Tony, or Wanda, and Vision didn't talk much. I tried to start a few conversations, but he seemed much more comfortable with listening in.

I got close to Peter, though. He came over one afternoon determined to get an answer out of Tony because apparently, Happy had never answered any of his texts about me. Then I talked to him about my superpower-"I know things." "What?"- and then we moved on to other more favorable subjects. He had also seen the video I had posted-everyone had watched that-and told me he had been impressed. I told him he was welcome to join Wanda and my Videos of Tony Stark club. We took another scandalous video of Tony yelling at Dum-E and Dum-E smacking him in the head. Spiderman made a guest appearance.

I also met Rhodey. We had a casual conversation, because Tony told me to keep the Thanos thing between Doc, Vision, Wanda and me. But the casual conversation turned not so casual when it lead to Tony's health, something that was weirdly a taboo subject in front of the man himself. Although he was drinking less with me around, he didn't sleep until he practically blacked out. He was always too busy, his mind occupied with ways to solve the puzzle that was Vision's mind stone. I knew that time was running out, but there was still more than a month left. We also had plan B, which was contacting Wakanda, and the genius princess there.

And we were making progress with plan A ii). Plan A i) was destroying the mind stone. ii) was destroying the time stone. iii) was destroying the space stone. You could probably guess what iiii) was.

And...this was life. I sometimes woke up in the middle of the night thinking I had had a spectacular but strange dream. In a moment, I realized that it had been real. I was really here. I then debated whether this world was real or not, until my mind kept racing around in circles before I was too tired and upset to sleep.

Life. Life. Was this my life? Was I going to stay? What happened after Thanos? How was I going back? What were my family thinking? Did they know I was missing? Life. It had seemed so simple in the beginning, but it was such a mess now.

How could I go back to the real world with the knowledge of the real superheroes? How could I watch these movies again when I knew what coffee Tony liked and what kind of shirts Wanda hated and what songs Strange loved? When I knew they were real?

I hated getting all sentimental and weepy, but I was sure it was because of all the raging hormones.

But. (There was always a but.) I liked being here. I hadn't had a choice in the first place, but if staying here meant more domestic fluff and learning awesome magic and all these people that thought me as their friend, I know I could get used to this place.

But, (See?) even this calm stable life aboard this metaphoric train couldn't last forever, because time did what it did; it passed.

And movies did what movies did; it threw the audience a plot.

Or, in my case, a Loki.


A/N: I feel like I take out a hundred swearwords while I edit. I blame my subconscious. Because, you know, it's not actually me writing this. It's my subconscious.

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