A Different Universe (Avengers x Reader)

Roommates...? (2)

[A/N: Woo! This is a long one, but it was totes worth it! also please comment, y'all are hilarious]

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"The Maximoffs' are what now?"

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Y/N's POV

I looked around the 75th floor of the Avengers Tower - there where about 93 in total. I don't think I've ever been in a building this tall... This level was huge. I saw a stunning kitchen with a modern-looking chandelier. The sofa looked like the Gods themselves came down on Earth too greet me. This was wayyyy to high for my standards. As I was walking through the corridor I noticed a tier of doors – white doors – with different names on their decks. 5 of them in total – all about 6 meters apart. Curiously, walking up to the first door, I read the deck;

"Sergeant James Barnes"

Nope, not today.

Trotting away as fast as I possibly could without making too much noise I looked around the other decks, frantically searching for my name. Then something caught my eye;

"Guest Room" set down on a smooth, silver deck, taking me back to my last consultation with Mr. Stark;

'"Go to the Guest Room – The 75th Floor should do. – said Stark, handing me a card.

I looked down at the piece of plastic, toying with it in my hands. "Guest Room Entry – Minimal Authority" it noted'

Rushing into the room, swiping my card on the deck, I arrived in my temporary bedroom.

Peace at last.

Throwing myself at the soft bed my mind returned to today's events.

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"Are you sure this is a good idea, Tony?"

"It's the only idea I have. Keeping her in the Stark Tower is the safest option. She'll be surrounded by the Avengers for Christ's sake!"

"Yeah. And a trickster God. And a HYDRA Assassin."

"Relax, old man. You're worrying too much."

"I heard that!"

"You where supposed to!"

"Well, you're not worrying enough!"

They've been arguing like an old married couple for a good 6 minutes now;

"This isn't a coincidence, Steve. A teen – somehow – ends up traveling to a new dimension and just so happens to appear on our rooftop?!"

"What are you suggesting?"

"She's clearly abnormal, Cap. She's gotta stay here."

"Whatever you say Stark. But what happens to her is now your responsibility!" - with that, Rogers stormed of out of the lab, clearly fed up with Tony.

Mr. Stark walked up to me, beaming;

"So, what do you say kid? Wanna live with the Earths Mightiest Hero's?"

I released a breath I didn't know I was holding. Because, despite all of this, I wanted to stay in the tower. I wanted to meet the Avengers. Who wouldn't? I wanted to get away from my responsibilities and live a Fan Fiction. Reading fan fiction was my escape – often I find myself wrapped up in a ball just to avoid any human conflict. As much as I'd hate to admit it, I'd kill for this.

"Absolutely"

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At the point, I well forgot about the whole Barnes incident. I was too busy marveling at my new room. Opening the wardrobe I saw piles of clothes. Some on hangers, some stacked away nicely. I cupped my hands and gently touched the fabric – it was smooth and casual – perfect. I took the chance to change from my dirty pajamas to a Black T-shirt and sweatpants. Walking away from the closet, I rested my eyes on the desk. Instantly, something caught my attention – my phone, with a scribbled note attached to it – and it read;

'Hey kid,

Found it on the rooftop, thought you might want it back.

Personally, I'm curious if it even works! Have Fun!

Signed,

The Glorious Stark

P.S. If you need anything, ask F.R.I.D.A.Y.

P.S.S There should be some food on this levels kitchen!'

I laughed, appreciating Mr. Starks' sense of humor. Then, as if on command – I felt my stomach groan quietly. Gazing up at the clock I realized it was 9 p.m. already. Since I woke up about 6, I haven't eaten for a good couple of hours. Unacceptable! Opening the door, I stormed through the corridor, spinning on my heel to turn around the corner – unaware of the trained assassin living with my – until, of course, I felt a yank at my shoulder and the tip of a gun at my temple.

"Who the hell are you?"

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If you've been on the internet recently and don't live under a rock, you've probably seen people saying an individual "speaks" in Italics. A soothing, honey voice – like melted chocolate, sweet and dark. Personally, I don't see the appeal, but you-do-you I guess. Italics this, italics that... it gets annoying after some time, y'know? Well, this dude sounds like a bold black underline. His words where thick, soaked and dripping with venom. Absolutely terrifying. No melted Chocolate in sight – just Mercury poisoning.

"Uhh... Sam...?" I muttered, saying the first name that came to mind

"That was more of a question than an answer. Tell me why you're here. If you refuse, child or not, I will not hesitate to pull the trigger."

I think I'm slowly regretting coming here.
Well, not really... Look... I know I agreed to this and I don't reaaaaallyyyy regret it... but I was genuinely unprepared for the intense personal anguish of coming face to face with the obvious consequences of my words. Now I need to explain why I'm here without sounding absolutely insane – unless I want my brains blowned out.

"Look this is a long story and-" suddenly, my eyes went wide as I once again remember Starks words;

"P.S. If you need anything, ask F.R.I.D.A.Y."

I had an idea

"FRIDAY? Would you mind?"

"Not at all, Miss." said the disembodied AI "Let me explain, Sir."

[A/N: I'll probably update tmr, bye!!]