You shoved your hands into your zip-up hoodie pockets and strolled through the airport, whistling a theme song that's been stuck in your head since your childhood. Your parents always had the show, Cheers, on and whenever you did something like this, the tune would pop into your mind.
"So angry," You observed with an amused smile, frowning tauntingly at the frozen in place Captain America as his face was less than a foot from yours since you stood on your tippy toes, missing your heels in this moment desperately, "But you still don't wanna be here, doing this, and honestly, cap," You leaned off to his side, glancing around at the infamous trunk with a sigh, "Neither do I."
You smirked, shaking your head, and then rounded all the other suspects. You even went over to the place where you knew the younger spider was hanging out, holding the shield that got you into so much trouble and chuckled as you peered up at him.
"So, how do I fix this one?" You asked rhetorically, standing at the end of the two lines of superheroes, right in the middle of the almost attack, and you tapped your chin, "Oh! I know!" You dug into your shoulder bag and pulled out a grenade, admiring it for its beauty, "I could blow everyone up! Sounds fun to me..."
Just as you were about to put your finger through the ring to pull and then throw it in between them all before ducking for cover, someone cleared their throat behind you.
You spun around with raised eyebrows, finger still hovering over the grenade's ring, and saw a woman with brown hair standing there.
But her hands were glowing.
And she looked pissed.
"Hello," You smiled brightly at the dangerous looking woman, hiding the grenade behind your back as if she hadn't already spotted it, and you took a step forward, "You're not supposed to be...awake."
"I gather that." She quirked an eyebrow and your smile tightened, looking around for some indication this person would soon vanish or be shot or something, anything, to get you out of this.
"So, here's the thing..." You trailed off, trying to stall for something to snap, and she would freeze again like her other friends, but nothing happened, so you tried something else, "My name's Y/n, and it's a pleasure to meet you..." You waited for her to offer a name, but then she turned her hands and it started making like a ball of her power, "Okay, I'm just gonna call you magic hands because that's cool," You pointed to the ball and then your eyes flicked to her dark ones, "But it looks like you've got this under control so-" She threw the ball your way and you mumbled a quiet, "Timeless," Before it froze midair and she widened her eyes while you smirked at her, "Yeah, that's cute, but I'm gonna bounce, so tell Fury I tried, but ultimately, this was a disaster and-"
"Director Fury?" She seemed uninterested in the ball of red floating between you two, but hey, who were you to judge her priorities.
"Yeah, so, I'll just give you the run down instead...that dude," You pointed to Iron Man, "Is gonna die, oh, her too," You gestured to the red head, "He's gonna get super old and die," You started listing off, "Dusted, dusted, dusted, dead," Her breath hitched when you pointed to the spacey looking dude, "Oh! And you...you uh," You looked back to her, "You'll be...okay...I think."
"What're you talking about?" She took a few steps towards you, waving the ball away to disappear, and then she tilted her head, "Are you threatening us?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," You put your hands up, shaking your head, "No, no, I'm just saying that a whole lot gets funky in the future if this fight continues. It's why I'm here."
"To stop this..."
"I mean, some people call it a civil war, sounds dramatic, I know, I know," You nodded, rolling your eyes, but then you smiled with a shrug, looking over at them, "But in a world full of heroes, gods, and super soldiers? I mean...it kinda makes sense, don't you think?" You kept your head turned towards the main battle area, but your eyes went to her with the last part.
