"𝓛𝕠Ｋ𝒾," You breathed out.
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Y/N has met many people, eternals, wizards, avengers, gods, and more. Years and Years of life and disaster, you've seen it all.
Nothing was new.
When a certain man, no god, walks into your life. You encounter what...
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A/N: How I imagine your suit, except take out the maroon and swap it for your favorite shade of green. You can always imagine it in your way, so change anything you don't like.
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Stepping into New York would be a beautiful sight any day else, but any day else did not include an alien invasion, avengers, or nuclear bombs headed towards the Big Apple.
You stood on the balcony of the Sanctum Sanctorum as destruction reigned and chaos took control of your surroundings.
This being your twenty-second life, you had seen worse. Ultimately this would probably rank number two, after the nuclear bombing of Hiroshima. That had been the youngest and quickest death you had ever experienced. Nevertheless, New York was a disaster.
The Sorcerer Supreme proceeded to throw a magic energy fan at the passing alien speeder. At least, that was what you thought happened. You were zoning out during the whole fight.
"Y/n! Pay attention to the fight around you, focus." Said the Sorcerer Supreme.
You groaned and threw an energy dagger at the passing speeder, and at the same time pulled the life strings of the aliens on that same speeder, all with your eyes closed.
The Sorcerer Supreme sighed, then proceeded to kill another alien. "Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I had not found you on the steps of Kamar-taj and had taken you in."
"Something horrible I suppose?" You asked.
You were abandoned on the steps of Kamar-taj as a child. The Sorcerer Supreme took you in, and started to teach you the mystic arts at a young age. She was your mother figure, the person you looked up to the most. You had long since mastered the mystic arts, but your magic was limited because of your other powers.
Ever since you had regained your memories at age five, as you did in every new life, you had tried to research your powers. There was little known about them, other than that you could touch life forces like a tangible thing. You could control everything that had life or once had life, see its memories, and heal it. You didn't really know anything out of that knowledge.
Not to mention that you knew a bit of Asgardian magic as well, but the way you learned that magic was a story for another day.
Within an hour or two, the Battle of New York had finished, and a broken city remained in need of fixing. You started towards the portal made by the Sorcerer Supreme, only for her to hold you back.
"I want you to investigate the Asgardian who caused this damage and put their file on the dangerous beings list. You are more than qualified for this job, Y/n, so do it well." She closed the portal leaving you on the roof of the New York Sanctum.
Conjuring some papyrus reeds, and some of your homemade ink from inside the sanctum, you conjured a portal to Stark Tower.
You emerged from the portal, with your papyrus and ink floating behind you. You peered at the slightly wrecked building and decided to be civilized and take the elevator.
With a snap, you changed yourself into business clothes and walked into Stark building. Just as you entered, you saw a raven-haired man in chains exit the elevator and get escorted somewhere.
You observed the Avengers and Alexander Pierce argue over what to do with the prisoner.
The conclusion was made that the chained man would be kept in a glass cage until they made a decision. That made your job easier.
Listening to where the cell was, You walked outside. All the while manipulating the papyrus reeds to make papyrus. The inhabitants of Kamar-taj disliked that you didn't make normal paper with the skills you had, yet couldn't bring themselves to actually buy paper over using the free papyrus that you had offered.
Figuring that the Asgardian prisoner would have reached his cell by now, you changed back into your suit, and you conjured a portal to the glass cage.
You step into your portal, with your almost finished papyrus (the reeds had been flattening themselves out per your command) and ink floating behind you. Pulling a hood over your head, you made yourself known.
"There's not many people who can sneak up on me." The prisoner hissed, facing away from you.
You didn't reply and sat down on the floor outside the cell. Taking the first finished sheet of papyrus, you prepared yourself to interrogate this stranger.
"Answer me!" The prisoner spun around to face you, evidently angry.
You let out an internal gasp as your saw the prisoner's eyes. They were ivy green.
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A/N: Sorry for the short chapter! I'm on spring break, yet am still swamped with homework. I'll try to post a new chapter once a day during the break, but I'm pretty busy. I hope you like the new chapter!
