Noel Anderson just turned up one day, no one knows how or why. All they know is she doesn't age and she has powers that rivals those of the Gods.
Age of Ultron-Eternals
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I arrive in Spain, the bright sun beating down instantly. I turn around and look through the portal, Druig is still standing there staring at me. I turn away again and I push my hair away from my face and take in my surroundings. The last time I was here, it was just a small village but now it is fully of brick lined alleyways and different stores lining the streets. I sigh heavily and head to a bar with a familiar name for a drink.
"Hola?" A unfamiliar voice says and I turn around, there stands middle aged looking man who has tattoos I recognise lining his arms. "Your tattoos, where are they from?" I ask in quick Spanish, stepping forward and motioning to his arms. The man crosses them, looking down and then looking back at me "nothing a pretty little thing like you would recognise." He says.
I refrain from rolling my eyes, instead I smirk and walk closer to him. I raise a hand and place it on his arm, giving him doe eyes "well why don't you buy me a drink and tell me about it.' The man smirks and signals to the bar man. Two drinks appear beside us and we cheers the drink. "How has no one snatched a pretty girl like you up yet?" He asks, I smile and lean against the bar casually.
"I haven't found anyone that can keep up with my temper yet." I answer flirtily, the man chuckles and leans forward tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Or maybe no one has been brave enough to tame you." He says, I feel like throwing up but instead start laughing and bite my lip in what I hope is a seductive way "so what about the tattoos?" I ask trying to return the conversation to what I want "what's the story behind them?" This makes the man lean closer to me and with a low voice says "the story behind these tattoos would break your beautiful mind."
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Before I know it, I am making out with him against the wall of the alley way outside of the bar when I hear someone clearing their throat. That doesn't deter us and we continue with what we are doing before it happens again before a voice saying "Javier will you stop making out with our founder before I cut off both your hands for insolence." The man, Javier, jumps back wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
His eyes wide and staring at me like I am some kind of alien, which I guess I am. "Wha- What?" He asks in English with a slight accent, I rub the back of my neck and look over at the old man standing at the end of the alley. He has a walking stick in one hand and the other is in his coat pocket, despite it being hot outside, it is still technically winter in Spain. "You are a real buzzkill, Enzo, you know that?" I say walking towards him, the man chuckles lightly and holds out the hand not clutching the cane.
"You know I love you jefe, but seriously stop making out with the staff. It's bad for business." He fires back, I laugh before embracing him tightly. "Wait, what's going on right now?" My make out partner asks coming over, I step back and give him a satisfied smirk "well Javier, the next time a girl asks about your tattoos. You tell them."
