Age of Y/n: 900
Gender of Y/n: Female
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"I already told you I have nothing to do with my brothers." I say to the man in an iron suit. He rolls his eyes, "You're the daughter of a God and you have nothing to do with loki or Thor?" I groan, "No Mr Stark. Now hurry up." I demand. I can tell he rolls his eyes as we sit and the meeting table.
After maybe half an hour, a little girl runs in. "Daddy!" She shouts excited to see the man. It's strange now knowing this asshole of a mn has a kid. He doesn't pay much attention to her though.
"Who's that?" I ask. He looks at her, "Nonone important." He tells me. I watch as the girl looks away with tears in her eyes. I shake my head at him.
As I get to my feet, i realise she's begun to cry. I go over to her, "Nothing important ey?" I ask him. He rolls his eyes one more. I look at the girl. "You know..in 900 years of time and space I've not met anyone who wasn't important." I tell the small girl.
She looks at my surprised, "You went to space?" She asks me, wiping the tears from her face. "Yep. What's your name kid?" I ask her. She giggles, "Morgan!"
