His World

𝟶𝟶𝟽.

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗.

𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜.

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Be ready for lots of time jumps! In order to keep the story flowing I had to cut out a bunch of time and only include the most important parts!

Hopefully it isn't boring but come the end of the chapter, things are out of this world... if you know what I mean ;)

Hope you enjoy! :)

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~~Y/NS POV~~

I physically can't stop my body from shivering. Stark takes off his coat and wraps it gently around my body. I didn't really know what to say. I didn't even want to look into his eyes. I just feel numb. I can't even process what just happened. All I know is that I truly blame myself... and to be honest I feel guilty for surviving.

That's probably why I still haven't cried. It's a type of pain that's beyond crying.

I rest my head on Stark's shoulder and close my eyes trying to relax myself. He wraps an arm around me and we sit like that for a while.

In the past he always has the best things to say, but now he doesn't. I don't even know what he could say. And that's why we ride the rest of the way back in complete silence.

When we land, Stark walks me inside the compound and we enter his office. He sits me down on his desk chair and looks at me with such a sad look it made me want to cry. "I'm gonna get you some fresh clothes okay?" He says walking off.

I sit staring at the ground not thinking of anything. Just staring.

When he returns he has a large grey hoodie and a pair of pajama pants. He turns around giving me some privacy to change.

I slowly take off Steve's gloves and set them right by me.

I unzip my soaking wet suit and replace it with the comfortable clothing. Since I didn't bring any clothing with me, Starks was all I had. It was a pair of red checker pants that were so soft it warmed me up instantly. The hoodie was a classic grey style with Stark Industry printed on to the front of it in blue letters and the outline of a planet behind it.

As soon as he knows I'm dressed he turns around to face me.

"Stark?" I ask and he looks into my eyes not knowing what I was going to say. "What did you say to me when you saved me? About my eyes?"

He looks away for a moment and sighs. "Y/n... there's no possible way someone could have survived the crash you endured."

I look at him confused. "Well maybe it's possible-"

"There isn't any possibility. The bomb exploded the craft completely. Yet not only did you survive while being trapped inside a bomber jet that exploded and colliding with the water going god knows how fast you were going, you don't even have a scratch on you."

I look at him confused. "So what are you saying?"

He sighs and rubs his head. "I don't know what I'm saying to be honest. I just know that by some incredible miracle you're alive. But it doesn't explain why your eyes were glowing green.."

I think for a moment and I almost start to panic. "The cube..." I mumble to myself.

"What cube y/n?" Stark asks walking a bit closer to me.