"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...
You had successfully completed the God of Mischief's file, while also getting emotionally scarred and experiencing pain like no other. You had also killed aliens. What a normal day. You were definitely not having a mental breakdown insi-
"Are you ok?" Asked one of the apprentices studying magic.
"I'm fine." You reply.
Heading to your room, you plan to get a days rest.
~Time skip to 2013~
Today you were going to retrieve your items. Every life you took something valuable to you and hid it in a spot that would hopefully not erode or get stolen. Then you'd come by in your next life to get them.
Normally, finding a spot to hide them took very little time, but after the stone-head incident you decided to think about where you hid your stuff more carefully. Taking the portal to the New York Sanctum, you went to retrieve your items.
Conjuring a portal, you walked to the decaying town square of Westview, New Jersey. In your twenty-first life, you had ultimately decided to bury your valuables under the gazebo in the town square. You had coaxed some grass into rapping your things and burying them so you wouldn't have to do it yourself.
Now feeling for the grass under the ground, you drew their life threads towards yours. When you opened your eyes, there were your valuables, sitting on the grass.
The most notable of your items were and emerald tablet that you stole from your friend Makkari in your fourth life, and the helm with horns from your fifteenth life.
Oddly enough, the helm reminded you of a god you met, with similar features. Standing up with shock, you realize that the boy you healed might have been Loki. That was why you felt traces of your magic.
Gathering your valuables, you hurriedly conjured a portal, not caring who saw you. If anyone did, you could always just perform the Runes of Kafka.
~Time skip 2014~
Thor and Loki were off-world. Captain America found his long-lost-buddy-turned-bad. Something fishy was going on in space. And you were bored.
The latter was the most tragic. You proceeded to play tricks on everyone. Even the Ancient One couldn't stop you. After exhausting all prank options, you decided to go meet up with your favorite siren-on-the-run, Lettie.
Lettie was a former hydra experiment. Her code name was Harmony, and was not actually a siren. You didn't know to much about her, and something made you keep away from prying at her memories.
You conjured a portal to your usual meet-up spot in Central Park, only to see a note stating:
Hi Y/n, I'm sorry to leave you like this. By the time you find this note I'll probably be far away. I've found my formal partner and patient, and am now on the run from hydra with him. Hydra and Shield have both been taken down, and right now is not the most safe time for us. My file was buried deep in the data base, and I have successfully deleted it as soon as Natasha aired the files. I hope you are doing well, and know that I am safe. Please don't worry about me.
-Harmony
You knew if Lettie was writing with her code name that this plan wasn't set in stone. You felt a bit betrayed that she was leaving New York so soon, but knew that where ever the Winter Solider was, she'd follow. You sighed and headed back to the New York Sanctum.
~Time skip 2015~
You had met the Avengers purely by accident. You had recently learned you could manipulate wind by channeling your power into a weapon with the purpose of controlling the element you wanted to control. Like the bored experimental sorceress you were, you proceeded to enchant many daggers
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You had just created two wind daggers and was trying to see if you could fly and at the same time push your portal radius. So, naturally, you conjured a portal blind. You saw a jet and and a used your daggers to push you towards it, about fifty meters away. Using you daggers, you attached yourself to the jet while prying open the door and stepping inside.
Inside there were three people in battle stance. An emo girl with chaos magic, a silver-haired boy who was obviously weaker then his sister, and Captain America himself. Collapsing into the nearest seat you said, "I just flew fifty meters and boy are my arms tired."
All of the people still were in attack mode, so you just sighed, closed your eyes, and said, "Care to pick up another stray?"
Cap sighed, "Tony is going to love this one."
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A/N: This chapter may be subject to heavy editing because I absolutely dislike it. Sorry for the inconvenience!
