'Normal Dialogue'
'Unconcious observations that do not properly register'
Steve's pov:
Steve first met the hellion while he and Anthony were arguing. It went something like this:
"The only thing you really fight for is yourself" I argued back against the billionaire. "You're not the guy to make the sacrifice play, to lay down the wire and let the other guy crawl over you" I continue before the other man (Teen, my mind whispered. A teen trying to play at being a man) could open his mouth.
"I think I would just cut the wire" the smug git answers, frustrating me further (so much so I did not notice when the room got quiet all of a sudden at a final arrival, one that Banner looked away towards) and I decided to let the teen know what I thought of him.
"Always a way out." I start, my words rather condescending, not that I noticed in my anger just yet. " You know, you may be a threat, but you better stop pretending to be a hero" I continue because this is a child trying to act like a man, still in his destructive phase.
"Is that so?" a sudden voice cut off the banter, causing me to turn to see a small child, about 7 or 8 years old, pouting up at me from beside the second scientist. His green eyes shining with fury and something else, something scary. It caused me to stop what I was doing to take note of the suddenly quite oppressive atmosphere in the room we were in.
"Who died and made you a god to judge others?" The teen asked, green sparks covering his hands and a rather dark tone for someone so young. "Tony is my dad and an amazing man with a heart of gold! Who cares if he almost lost his real heart and has to rely on technology to live? The heart is where the home is, and Tony's home is with me and Dum-E, and Butterfinger is! Heck, Jarvis is also in his heart, and so he brings a piece of his home wherever he goes! Also, I heard from Jarvis that you asked what dad is without his suit? Well, here goes," the child started, the room itself darkening several degrees, and the light's flickering.
" He's the guy who built the suit in a cave, from nothing but scraps, right under the nose of the terror-ist that caught him and hurt him for three months. He minnia-tur-ized the arc reactor into the size of a palm to save his heart from the very weapon he built. A weapon he sold to the American gover-ment for the protect-ion of New York City but was sold illegally by his godfather. Someone he trusted because his father said so. And that's saying something for Howard, your best buddy that you thought was all sun-shine and rain-bow! He was a weapon designer. Just like Tony here was. And his godfather is an ex-mafia spy, and he has a currently m.i.a. godmother that is the literal definition of an intergalactic superhero, one Carrol Denver, someone you probably met 70 years ago before your unasked for trip into the Atlantic ocean just because you could. Why did you single dad out anyway?" the child asked, tilting his head to the side, the green in his eyes growing stronger and stronger.
"Tony is the one with an IQ of 180 and graduated MIT at age 17. He has four masteries and three PhDs in various fields, one of the world's leading expert in computer programming, engine-erring, and robotic, and the very first person in all of humanity who created a working Arti-ficial Intelli-gence. Tony is the one who turned Stark Industries from a million-dollar company to a multi-nation, multi-billion-dollar company in one year, one of the largest and most important companies in the world, employing more than 500 thousand people worldwide in various fields. He was the one who continued his mother's charitable work, helping thousands of people around the world. When he was gone for those three months, the whole world economy almost crashed because their first donator was not there. They felt it extremely, but we're doing okay without you for seventy years. Nothing will ever change. He's still Tony Stark, the one who provided all of those and sometimes, without demanding anything in return. You take his suits off? He could just build several more within minutes! You're the one playing a hero here, the one who tried to fit in and help, not even caring that the help you offered was just in the way of those who actually knew what they were doing! Do you think you are a one-of-a-kind person? There were several other people they could have used the serum on, you were only the first to offer up your body to become a lab-rat without thinking things thru like an idiot! Bruce, over there" here, the teen pointed at the second brunette "survived because he was worthy of the serum he made and was in an accident, but his first thought was to save others, and not himself. The Serum he made judged him worthy and mutated him so he could help others the way he wanted. Just because Bruce is at odds with that side of him most of the time, doesn't mean he could never learn to understand his alter ego, to learn properly more about himself the way it's meant to be. And on that note, aunt Aly" here, the teen pointed at the red-headed super-spy "has the blood of thousands on her hand because of her past where they brain-washed people into forgetting their own id's, leaving them with an almost perm-anent amne-shia just because they could. She was saved by someone, and she is working to better herself so she can look herself in the mirror again without feeling shame or helpless ever again, and she doesn't need a serum to be a super awesome night-mare. And then there is Thor" here, the child points at the startled blonde with a hammer "who knows more about earth and earth's teck compared to you, and he wasn't even born here! And I'm not getting into the whole demi-god thing either, because that will take too long for you to even try to understand, apparently," the 8-year-old went on, frustrated and pacing around, a dark cloud of doom hovering over him as he walked. He suddenly turned toward me again, his green eyes reminding me of death, for some reason.
"You do know that, in this room, you are the only one who the world doesn't actually need, right? You are also the only one living in a world of Black and White, thinking that I am actually innocent" the child questioned, causing me to inhale in shock, along with the other adults in the room, all starring at the kid. Even Anthony did.
"I may not have remembered earlier, but I do remember now. Because I watched the death of my mother, before, somehow, causing the death of the abo-min-ation that killed her. The only survivor in of a mad terrorist after my family" the child continued, unashamedly, a fierce look in his eyes.
"So drink the damn coffee, and wake up already. There is more to the sky than just the blue color we see, and there is more to a person than what you see. Ever heard of a mask? Because I certainly don't see a differ-ence between you and a dumb horse right now! Oh wait, that would be offensive to the horse, because they tend to learn how to stand up within minutes after birth" the child turned away, stalking away from the room, dragging Antony by the hand while leaving the room.
Well… Damn?
Thor's pov:
Thor…was unsure of what he was seeing. He isn't blind and would have thought that the child was Loki if he hadn't said what he did. Because the two could have been identical twins if it had not been for the age difference. Could it be that this child, who never gave his name, is the son of my brother? Which means that he is my nephew!