𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌

05

thalia grace jones

I furrowed my brows in confusion when my mom exclaimed, "Honey! Tony Stark wants to see you!" Her words left me puzzled; I couldn't quite place who Tony Stark was. The man standing before me seemed to expect recognition, but his identity remained a mystery.

"You don't know who I am?" he asked, his tone tinged with surprise.

I mustered a small, awkward smile and shook my head in confusion. "I'm sorry, I don't think I know you," I confessed, feeling a bit embarrassed by the situation.

"I'm Tony Stark," he repeated, his voice carrying an air of certainty.

A sigh escaped my lips. "You've said that seven times!" I blurted out, annoyance flickering across my face as his insistence started to grate on my nerves. 

"Is it okay if I talk to you in private?" he asked, setting his cup on the coffee table. My mom nodded in agreement, but I felt a pang of unease and shook my head in refusal. "You could be a pedophile, for all I know," I explained cautiously, wary of this unexpected visitor. The man, claiming to be Tony Stark, chuckled lightly in response.

"Trust me, I am not," he assured me with a smile, now standing before me. I hesitated, meeting his gaze for a moment before reluctantly relenting. "Fine," I mumbled, feeling a mix of curiosity and skepticism. I turned on my heels, heading toward my room.

Once inside, I settled on the edge of my bed, crossing my arms defensively. The door creaked open, and "Tony Stark" stepped in, his expression a mix of seriousness and warmth. 

He strolled around my room like he owned the place, eyeing my desk full of papers. "So, you think you're smart?" he quipped, picking up one of my textbooks. I snatched it from his hand, deadpanning, "No, I just collect books for fun." He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying my sarcasm.

"And look at this!" he exclaimed, grabbing my 'Athlete of the Year' trophy. I sidled up beside him, retorting, "Yeah, and you're the winner of the 'Most Annoying Visitor' award." He smirked as if he'd been complimented.

"I'm pretty sure I won 'Most Handsome Visitor' too," he joked, flashing a self-assured grin. I rolled my eyes dramatically. "Congratulations, Mr. Modesty," I deadpanned. "You know, you're kind of mean," he teased, setting the trophy down.

I shrugged, "Nah, you're just sensitive," I shot back, not intending to soften my tone. He chuckled and plopped down next to me, revealing a fancy watch on his wrist. With a mischievous glint, he tapped it, and suddenly, a hologram popped up, 

"Oh great, next you'll tell me you're from the future." I quipped, half-joking, half-amused by the whole absurdity of the situation. He just grinned

A video suddenly appeared on the holographic display, showcasing me in action - fighting and displaying powers. "That's you, isn't it?" he asked, pointing at the footage. I instinctively crossed my arms, feeling a surge of panic. "No, that's not me," I stammered, trying to hide my shock and confusion.

He set the watch down and turned to face me, an enigmatic look in his eyes. "Ever been to Germany?" he queried out of the blue. I furrowed my brow, caught off guard by the unexpected question. "Um, no, never been there," I replied, a mix of curiosity and uncertainty clouding my thoughts.

"Ah, you'd enjoy it," he mused, I blinked, puzzled by his random statement. I can't go to Germany." I muttered, "Why not?" He inquired, I furrowed my brows trying to make sense of his odd conversation.