Wrong Number. (AvengersxOC)

Getting Facts Right ☝️🤓

"I'm sorry, what?" Tony said, eyes bulging in surprise. "No. That's just fucking absurd."

"Tony. Language." Steve warned, eyeing the billionaire from the corner of his eye.

Astoria on the other hand simply sighed, slouching in the spinning chair from across the large table. The trio...Well, more like a squad since Banner was also present, just far too quiet while he jotted every little detail down. "I said what I said...What's so surprising?" Astoria asked, frowning slightly. "You said. 'Hey, I wanna get some facts right. Lemme question you'...A little creepy if you ask me.

"Well, mcfucking 'scuse me for finding it hard to believe the fact that you're older than your uncles," Tony shouted, throwing his hands up in every. "Tony! Seriously." Steve bickered.

Rolling her eyes, Astoria leaned forward, waving her hand at first to get their attention first. "Hey.." Astoria said, waving her hand. But When the first attempts failed to get the bickering men's attention, and Banner's poor aid in getting them to stop, she decided to try something else.

"Enough!" She shouted, slamming her hand on what otherwise was a metal table. But given her strength, was dented...a physical handprint of hers left in the metal. Hand bunched into a fist, she raised it and pointed a finger towards the men.

They flinched, ultimately stopped, and turned their attention to her. Heaving another heavy sigh, Astoria lowered her hand onto the table. "I'm just following your orders, now."

"You wanted to know more about me, about us," she began. "But given we are bigger beings, gods for a fact. I can only say so much."

"Now, I rightfully stated what I know...Banner, you know a lot about Loki and Thor-" "Er..Sort of, I mean..do gods have birthdays? We kinda..need that information."

"Bruh."

"Don't 'bruh' us, little girl," Tony said.

"I'm several heads taller than you, Stark. Let alone years older." Astoria mumbled, glaring a bit.

"Right," Bruce cleared his throat and looked up. He fidgeted with the pen in his hand for a moment before he pushed his glasses back, readjusting them. "Let's uh...Start from the beginning..."

"Hela-"

"Why are we starting with my mother?"

"Answer the question kid."

"Hmph," Astoria huffed but answered nonetheless. "Hela Odinsdottir. Born in 718 BC, roughly aged 2,000 years old..."

"Thor?"

"Thor Odinson, born 965 AD, aged 1,500 years old." she answered.

"Loki?"

"Loki Friggason, born 965 AD, aged...1,048 or 1,070," Astoria replied. "Still working on it, but that should do..." "Right," Bruce mumbled. He was unsure, but still wrote down both numbers. "Now...Fenrir, your brother?"

"Fenrir Helason, born 518 AD..aged 1,452..." Astoria replied. "He's a little special, since he's adopted."

"You?"

"Astoria Ernaline Helasdottir..." Astoria murmured, shifting in her seat. "I was uh....born in the year 684 AD...I'm roughly 1,401 years old..I think."

Tony cut in this time. "So...You're seriously older than Thor and Loki?" Astoria's cold glare got him to shut up quickly. "And this is in human years..or...?" Steve questioned, brows furrowed. Poor old guy was lost.