For those interested in the reading order: Forget The Rails - Jokers Wild - You're A Shinigami? I am a Shinigami! - Ninja Grandpa - Not Another Harry Potter Story - This.

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Despite my expectations, it had wound up taking longer to create the seal I needed.

Turns out trying to rework a megalomaniac genius's hard-fought-for equation using the concept of, well, concepts, wasn't easy.

Go figure.

Letting out a sigh, I grinned towards a bored Tony Stark. The man having finished his Capsicle Heater the previous day.

Yes. That's what he called it.

At some point, perhaps a few hours in even, the man had decided to make it a competition between the two of us, for some reason.

When he'd finished first, he'd turned to make it a contest between me and Steve Roger becoming functional.

He was, both, currently waiting for confirmation, and watching me mess around with the pentagon of papers before me.

"You know, it probably would've just been faster to you know, send him a malicious email or something." The man deadpanned, a hand on his chin.

"Right. Because he's dumb enough to open it."

"He was dumb enough to restart Hydra, you don't know what else he could be capable of."

"What, next thing you're going to say, we title the email robotic strip club?"

"There's a market for that, you know."

I didn't.

The image of an Iron Man pole-dancing was the last thing I wanted in my head.

"Annnd, done." I finished, promptly putting the last drop of ink in- my grin growing as I watched the papers promptly re-arrange themselves into a stacked formation, before taking on a very blight glow, causing both of us to momentarily close our eyes.

"Quack Doctor I swear if this- Ok, what just happened?" The man immediately deadpanned as the glow faded, the stack of five seal papers on the table, with an extra near blank one next to it.

"It worked." I deadpanned, picking up the near blank piece of paper. "Now, do you have a calculator I can borrow?"

Tony Stark blinked once.

"Where did that piece of paper come from?"

"The seal."

"I mean how did that paper show up. And unless you're going to tell me you had it hidden up your sleeve-"

"I am not wearing any sleeves."

"-you just created it out of thin air!"

"...Yes." I deadpanned. "That's exactly what just happened."

The gears in his head momentarily turned around as his eyes stayed glued on the table.

"...That... You can't just... What?"

"Magic, amiright?"

"No!"

I rolled my eyes, and stood up."Seriously, I need a calculator."

It took Tony a few moments further before he raised his gaze towards me. "Jesus you could make a fortune selling that, and save so many trees!"

"...Since when do you care about trees?"

"I don't, Pepper does. Might get her off my case about the environment if you can bootstrap that into a factory."

"...I am not gonna do that." Mostly because the seal-work would probably just kill me out of boredom.

You know, unless Jane did it herself first.

She hasn't stopped texting me for the past couple of days.

Though in hindsight, maybe I should've replied.

For all I know the girl probably thought I was been forcibly contained by Fury.

"...What do you need a calculator for?" Tony Stark suddenly questioned as he stood up, walking towards one of the tables in his lab. I watched as he reached into a drawer before taking out what looked like a relatively advanced version of what I wanted.

"Preferably one without Wifi capabilities." I deadpanned again.

He blinked once, rolled his eyes, and started looking through his drawer.

"Are students allowed to use those?"

The possibility for cheating was, frankly, ridiculous if they were-

"I was. Though they didn't actually know about it."

I twitched at the response, before reflexively grabbing something he threw towards me.

Looking it over, I was surprised to note it was a very old version of the one he'd shown me beforehand.

Very dusty too.

If I didn't know any better I'd say it was a Ti-82.

"What do you need it for anyway? Can't number crunch like the rest of u- me?"

I rolled my eyes and promptly stuck the near-blank seal onto it, watching as the paper for a moment glowed again before disappearing entirely as it etched itself onto the outskirts of the device, turning it on in the process.

I carefully placed the calculator onto the table before me, watching as a faint glow seemed to echo out and reach towards the stack of seals, and vice-versa.

"...You know what? I am not even going to say anything about how many physics laws you just broke."

"Good. As for why I need it? Simple, the stack-" I pointed to said papers on the table- "-needs something to send the reprogrammed Nazi to. All you gotta do now is stick the stack onto Arnim Zola's screen, and boom. Nazi-scanner."

He blinked once at the words.

"...Are you saying-"

"Yup." I snorted, raising the calculator up. "I am sticking Zola into this."

"...You... Huh." The man remarked, eyeing me passively for a moment. "There's something wrong with your brain isn't there?"

"Possibly. Still hilarious."

"...So, you've stuck an eldritch abomination into a cow. You plan on sticking a nazi into a calculator- You're not even trying to save the world."

I blinked at that, my head tilting the slightest to the side at the accusation-

"You're going for a damn joke aren't you?"

"Huh." My previous offense at his suggestion disappeared as I hummed, my hands shrugging as my shoulders raised the slightest. "I mean, you're not wrong."

"You really are a quack aren't you."

"Nah, my mother had me tested."

"I seriously doubt that."

Unfortunately, before I could respond to the words, both of us tensed as a circle promptly lit up beneath me, thousands of lines of light heading upwards filling my view for a moment as I preemptively closed my eyes on instinct, my hand covering my face- though no pain ever came.

Opening my eyes again, I was somewhat flabbergasted to be greeted by Heimdler, the King Of Asgard, and his sons.

And a bunch of extras.

"...With a teleporter this big, you'd think you were compensating for something-"

Was the wrong thing to say, judging by the sudden spears pointed towards my face.

"Sure. Point long sticks at him, give him more ammunition." Loki deadpanned.

I couldn't help the grin, my hands lackadaisically at my side.

I promptly went into a mock bow when Odin hit his own spear onto the ground to silence his adopted son.

"To what do I owe this pleasure, oh King Of Asgard?"

The man sniffed in response.

"At least you know your place." He remarked, turning around on the spot, his mouth open to say something else before I unceremoniously interrupted him.

"Did Hela know her place?" I questioned, raising my head as I locked gazes with the wary expression that suddenly took over the man's face.

"You will follow, and speak no more if you value your ability to walk." The Asgardian remarked through grit teeth.

I put both hands on my hips. A small part of my mind oddly bemused at the man's chosen choice of words.

"Threatening me already? That's strike one," I remarked, a glint passing through my eyes. "And unless you want more family secrets to come out, I'd be careful about hitting two and three."

I watched as the relatively offended Asgardian made to speak, only for his gaze to wander towards the markings covering my forehead, his eyes immediately widening.

I pointed towards the markings.

"He hit three strikes, now he's eternally stuck in a cow. I'll respect your place atop the nine-realms when you respect mine."

Thor made to walk towards me at that, clear indignation on his face, only for Oden to raise his free hand to stop him.

"And where would you place yourself?" Odin questioned, calmly. His gaze taking me in an entirely new light.

"Oh, I am straight outta your multi-verse."

I calmly started walking forward, towards him, bypassing his confused golden-haired son, and vastly amused adopted one, before stopping right in front of him, angling my head upwards, because damn he was tall.

"In other words, I am the one fucker not under your jurisdiction."

"...We shall see about that." The man remarked, clearly wary as he turned around again and walked on ahead.

I rolled my eyes and followed, watching as the rest, albeit warily, quickly surrounded me. Thor taking his father's right side, while Loki, not giving a single fuck, promptly walked up beside me.

"So, you wanna play a prank on your old man?" I turned my gaze and deadpanned towards the god of mischief.

"I take it back father, asking him for help was a wonderful idea."

My eyes glinted again at the sudden information, even as Odin grit his teeth further.

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