I woke up chasing a dream I couldn't remember. My head felt sore, my body stiff and I generally felt like my body was falling apart at the seams. Ouch.

I opened my eyes. Dark ceiling. I was covered with a soft blanket, surprisingly on a bed, and I momentarily wondered if I was back to my world again. Back to reality, with my family and friends and-

"You're awake," Bruce Banner said, and I tilted my head to catch him in sight. He was sitting on the bed beside me, looking tired with bags under his eyes.

"Oh," I let out, slightly disappointed. He raised an eyebrow.

"Don't sound so enthused," He retorted mildly, and I winced, biting my lower lip.

"Sorry. Just thought..." I trailed off, suddenly remembering what had happened before I blacked out-again, for god's sake. I threw the covers to one side, raising my shirt and looking down. The stab wound was gone. Probably, no definitely Loki's doing. He really strangely felt like an evil fairy godmother.

Bruce cleared his throat and I blinked and dropped the shirt, resting my head against the pillow again.

"Loki healed you," He confirmed, eyes wrinkling. "Though I clearly remember telling you to stay safe."

He admonished and I winced again, fondling with the blanket.

"It was just a light stab," I answered, shrugging it off. "What happened with Hulk, by the way?"

"Light stab?" He repeated, totally ignoring my question. "I thought you were dead. Hulk thought you were dead."

I frowned slightly. "But Loki's a good healer."

Bruce scoffed. "Regis, Loki healed you two days ago."

"What?" I tried to bolt up, and failed when my head wouldn't move upwards that quickly. I slumped against the bedpost. "I've been out for two days?"

"Loki said you exerted your magic," He muttered, sounding like he really didn't believe that. "You never told me you were a wizard."

"Sorcerer, to be exact," I corrected automatically, still feeling numb as the fact that I slept for two days settled in my brain. Whoa. I didn't know that I could sleep that long. Magic was really weird. "Where's Loki?"

"What is your deal with Loki?" Bruce asked critically instead of an answer, and I blinked.

"What?"

"He insisted on using a room with you. Well, you using a room with him. This is his room."

"Don't tell me he slept next to me," I said slowly, and Bruce laughed softly.

"He slept on the couch. God of mischief, sleeping on a shabby couch. It's slightly unbelievable."

I smiled, strangely feeling proud. "We actually literally have a deal. I annoy him, and he finds it endearing."

Bruce shook his head. "You are very..."

"Weird, I know. So what happened after I conked out?"

"We're heading to Earth," He answered, looking thoughtful, as if reminiscing the past two days. "They say we'll get there in another three days or so. There's not much going on, to be honest. Oh, and Thor's a king now."

"Asgardians are stupid," I grumbled. "By now, don't they think having monarchy is the problem? Thor's family is clearly dysfunctional."

"They've lived like this a long time," Bruce replied with a wary smile adults wore when they thought they knew something I didn't and found that adorable. It was an slightly annoying look. "Moving to another planet is going to be a big enough change for them."

"That's true," I hummed. "What do you think will happen when we get to Earth? People hate refugees, for some stupid reason."

Bruce pursed his lips. "I don't know," He answered simply. "But Thor is a well-liked figure. It shouldn't be very difficult for them to find a place to settle down."

"Huh." I huffed a sigh, a bit tired and very annoyed that talking made me feel exhausted. Wait.

"Why are you here?" That came out sharper than I meant it to be, and I inwardly groaned. Why couldn't I socialize like a normal person?

"What do you mean?" Bruce asked, his lines emphasized by his frown. I smiled sheepishly.

"Why were you in my room? Well, Loki's room, I guess. Like," I spread my palms. "By my bedside." Wow. That sounded super duper awkward. I really couldn't talk like a normal person.

Bruce seemed to get the question though, and hesitated. "You're human."

"Uh, thanks." I said dryly, and he cracked a smile.

"You're the only human here. And I'm a doctor, and you're a patient." Bruce snorted lightly. "It wasn't like Loki was going to be your caretaker. He has his limits."

"He does," I said, grinning. "Thanks, Dr. Banner."

"You can call me Bruce. And you also have a lot of questions to answer, sorcerer." He raised his eyebrows. "How are you a sorcerer? How did you know-"

"I'm starting to feel very sick right now," I groaned. "I'm going to go to sleep in a second. Bye!"

I squeezed my eyes shut, and I heard Bruce mutter something about teenagers as I unexpectedly drifted off to sleep again. Magic. Super weird and super tiring, apparently.


"Why the fuck is Loki avoiding me?"

"...I don't know."

He tried to veer past me, but I stepped in his way and looked thoughtful.

"Loki, you don't know why Loki is avoiding me? It's like he's preparing an exclamation of eternal undying love or whatever for me."

Loki gave me a look that said you're weird and why do I deal with you but the normal glare was missing. He was, undoubtedly, hiding something.

"Eternal and undying means the same thing." He said after a moment, and I scowled.

"...Uh, I don't need you to help fix my vocabulary, no thank you. Wait. Why are you not saying no?" I gasped dramatically. "Are you in love with me?" I said loudly, and the Asgardian woman passing by us almost snapped her neck doing a violent double-take.

Loki rolled his eyes and took my wrist, and I gasped again theatrically. "Wow, Loki. You're wooing manner is horr-"

He dragged and threw me in a room I didn't recognize, and crossed his arms crossly. Ha. Crossed his arms crossly.

"I have no wish to be your paramour," He hissed, and I made a face.

"Let's not make up words, Loki. Then-"

"I didn't make up words,"

"-what are you hiding?"

He looked at me seriously. A silent moment passed.

"I think you need some help with your vocabulary," He decided, and I punched him in the arm.

"Shut up, idiot. I know plenty of words." It probably said a lot that I was able to touch or hit him in some manner and have him not smite me. He obviously liked me. (Of course, not in a romantic way. *eye roll*) But he was still not saying something, which was weird. And the way he kept avoiding me? This was probably the longest conversation I had with him in the last two days.

"I haven't avoided you," He lied, and I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah sure. Even Bruce noticed something was up. And by the way, where do you sleep? Do you have a brotherly slumber party with Thor?"

"Of course I do. We sing lullabies to each other and roast chicken with Thor's sparkles."

"And then you have a pillow fight where you stab all his pillows. Right." I raised an eyebrow. "Are you preparing an exclamation of eternal undying love for someone? Maybe Thor?"

"Thor is my brother!" He said, sounding horrified, and I shrugged. There went that fanfic trope.

"You are adopted, as you keep saying. It would be icky, but not impossible."

Loki shook his head. "You have a twisted mind."

I choked. "You can't say that to me! You're the one who's supposedly insane!"

"Until I met you," He muttered underneath his breath, and I crossed my arms.

"Okay, fine. If you don't want to tell me about your love life or your secret crush or whatever, it's fine. As I keep saying, it's your life, right?" I nodded. "But if you want to tell me, I won't judge. I'm a pretty laid back person, and I've had my share of secret crushes. There was that one time I had a crush on my P.E teacher-" At Loki's confused look, I explained: "P.E stands for physical education. It would be like sword fight and shit in Asgard. But anyway, he wasn't very hot or very tall or smart at all, but I for some reason, liked him. It was so weird. And I told this friend of mine that I liked him, and then she bloody told him, and I was really really mortified."

I blinked. "Yeah. That's what happened."

Loki frowned, his forehead wrinkling. "I don't get it."

"I'm pretty sure that the point is, it's your life, and you don't have to tell me, but you still should because I'm not a horrible friend like one of my friends."

He nodded slowly. "Okay." I had taught him to use the word okay, when he continued saying yes in super long and elegant sentences. I was proud to see him put it to use.

I nodded back. "...So?"

"So what?"

"What are you hiding?"

Loki looked generally confused. "I thought I didn't have to tell you."

"And then I said you still should."

"But you said it was my life."

"But I'm still your friend."

"More like acquaintance." He corrected quickly, and I harrumphed.

"Wow, Loki. Just wow. I risk my life to save your people and you tell me I'm just an acquaintance."

"Fine then." He narrowed his eyes, like he was doing me a great service. "Close acquaintance."

I spun on my heels, and walked out of the room. "I don't want to talk to you ever again." I called behind my back. "Go and roast marshmallows with your secret lover, dummy."

"Okay," He answered, and I found out how smug one could sound with a single word. I wanted to punch his stupid perfect face.


So I went to someone who knew how to control his anger and wasn't such a stuck-up. I went to Banner.

Loki and Thor and Val and Bruce all had a room to themselves. Probably because they were royalty, or turned to monsters when they got angry. And yes, Val was really really scary when she got angry. The other Asgardians, including Heimdall who refused a room, all stayed in the huge auditorium-like space right behind the engine.

I would probably have stayed there too, but I had a cheat-card named Loki and wasn't afraid to use it.

Val mostly spent time with Thor, drinking and talking about the future and the past. I was pretty sure Thor had a crush on Val. It was slightly adorable. Val was, of course, oblivious.

Loki did whatever he did when he was alone, and Bruce just mainly stayed in his room. Other Asgardians were slightly, well, very afraid of him. Turning to a green monster wasn't a great party trick as it sounded.

So when I knocked on his room door, I was greeted with a hesitant "Come in!".

I barged in. And blinked.

"Are you knitting?"

Bruce looked slightly embarrassed, clearing his throat. "Uh, it's soothing,"

He was in front of his bed, using it as a desk while he sat on a small box, a make-shift chair. In his hands were purple wool, and the knitting needles I recognized because of a stupid and useless Korean class subject. In English it was translated as...Machinery and Family-ry. Made no sense, but you usually learned about sex and cooking and...knitting. I had hated the class with a burning passion.

I gave him a thumbs up. "Good for you." He dragged another crate closer to the bed and I sat, peering at the way the needles moved and the clothing was formed.

"What are you making?"

"Um, a hat."

"Wool hat. Cool."

"...I cannot tell if you're being sarcastic or not," He grumbled, and I smirked.

"I can't tell if you're trying to be cute on purpose,"

He made a face, his eyes not straying away from his hands. "Stop calling me cute. It feels so weird to hear that from a teenager who's-"

"But you are." I pouted. "It is weird."

"...Why are you here? Aside from trying to embarrass me?"

I rolled my eyes. "It's also weird that you're searching for an ulterior motive, you know."

"But you have one," Bruce commented, and I frowned.

"No. Well, yeah." I crossed my arms. "Loki is being a dick, and Thor and Val are somewhere chattering to each other, and I'm bored."

"...And?"

I made a face that he glanced at and smirked, and I realized he was acting the fool for his own amusement. I blinked. "Wow. I didn't know you had it in you."

"We don't know each other very well, do we?" He hummed, doing some fancy move with his fingers and flipping the wool over. "But you act like you do."

I flushed. "Um, sorry?"

"No, I know it's nothing personal. You do it with everyone. You meet strangers, and still act like they're your trusted friends." He frowned softly, a look of concentration on his face. "And I don't know if it's just your personality, or because you know things."

I paused, his analytics slightly freaking me out. I totally did that. And he could see it. Wow. I knew I wasn't an extreme extrovert or something, so I did know that I started talking a lot when I came here. I also felt more comfortable around the people here, because I knew them. Sometimes I felt like I knew them more than my actual friends.

Because I had seen their hardships and how they had overcome them, and I had actually helped overcome them.

If other people were as observant as Bruce, I would come across as a really creepy person. I should really start to shut up.

"Probably because I know things," I mumbled. "I'll try to be careful. It's like sometimes my mouth has a mind of its own."

"You could tell me about yourself," Bruce smiled gently. "Even the scores a bit."

I did.

I talked about my childhood. Well, some could say that I was still in my childhood, but I generally talked about the younger years. The soccer club I had been in and loved in elementary school. Going to America, when I was in third grade. Coming back to Korea, and middle school, which had stupid tests that I had excelled at. My friends, that weren't really my friends. My family, that was loving but not exactly caring.

Then I talked about meeting Tony Stark. I skipped out the parts about coming from a different dimension and added the part about just knowing things, trying my best to fit them in smoothly. I gushed over meeting a celebrity and fretted over the impending doom that was Thanos, and explained to him about the infinity stones and the magic I learned.

Bruce was a really good listener. He made the appropriate noises at appropriate times and asked questions that weren't intruding. His hands worked on knitting the hat but his fingers dulled as I told him about Thanos's mission.

And when I was done, he had let go of the needles in his hands and was staring at me.

"Half the universe," He repeated my words, and I nodded dutifully.

"Yup."

"For what?"

"For the other half, I guess."

"That makes no sense at all."

"I know. That's what I said."

"Half the universe," Bruce echoed again, shaking his head. I worried if I had broken him with Thanos's illogical thinking.

"But we can stop it," I added. "We've already thrown a hitch in most of his plans. The power stone and the space stone and the mind stone is probably gone."

"Probably?" He questioned, doubtfully, and I rubbed at the back of my neck.

"Um, yeah. We left the power stone and the space stone on Asgard to be destroyed, and I told Tony to destroy the mind stone on Earth. I'm sure it'll be fine." I assured him. "The good guys always win."

"Not always," Bruce answered with an ominous look and I was about to laugh nervously when the universe decided it hated me.

The alarms started blaring inside the ship.


A/N: 온라인 개학 꺼져라. 댓츠 이트. 댓츠 올 아이 원 투 세이.