"I brought you something."
"What?" I snap. I swing my head up from the paper on the desk I'd been so engrossed in writing upon.
"Whoa!" My visitor throws his hands up in a mocking gesture of surrender. "So sorry, my lady." His hands and arms reform to an exaggeratedly sweeping bow.
"Oh," I say apologetically. "Hey, Tony."
"While you've held your fire," he begins with a smug smile, "I might as well deliver the item and get the hell out of here." He smiles genuinely at me and reaches a hand to his back pocket, emerging with a rectangular something.
"Close your eyes and hold out your hands. No peeking," he says patronizingly.
I don't. "Whatever," I laugh. I look straight upward, eyes open out of the primal urge to disobey, the rebellion most likely goaded by all of the orders I receive on a daily basis.
A familiar, cold object gets pressed into my palms, a cord-like something coiled around its center. My vision flickers down to my hands, and I gasp. I leap to my feet, almost upsetting the object still resting on my open hands.
"My iPod!" I exclaim. And it's definitely mine. This is proven by its case that depicts a pegasus flying with the words "I don't believe in humans" printed below in bright colours.
"How did you . . ?" I begin, characteristically tilting my head to the side.
"It was obvious," he says.
"Wait, what? What was obvious?"
"That it was yours."
"I meant how did you get it, Stark," I roll my eyes, giddy by the fact that I finally had my music back. I was beginning to go insane without a melody.
"Oh, that. Well, when we brought you in--which was a lot of fun, by the way, the kicking and screaming and all that--Fury put your electronics in my care to get into and gather info on your life. Your habits, medical records, social media, likes, dislikes, the lies people have told you about yourself all your life. Stuff like that. And now I'm pretty read up on you," he smirks devilishly. "I now know a lot of guys are into you--big surprise there--your fake family adores you, you're an AB blood type, you're a developed B-cup, your period is relatively regular--"
"Stop!" I growl, heat rising to my cheeks. The humiliation is killing me; this is so unethical. But he doesn't stop.
"Enough!" I demand again, still with no different results.
"--and one of your favorite snacks is dry chocolate Mini Wheats, you still love Nesquik™ and sometimes you imagine what it would be like to be from another world. Which you are, by the way. In case you haven't caught on by now."
I roll my eyes again, the embarrassment still throbbing incessantly in my mind.
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Fallen From Asgard
FanfictionAfter her sophomore year at college abroad, she returns to her oceanside hometown. After a crazy string of events, she feels dazed enough . . But the final act leaves her stunned. She isn't who she thought she was. When S.H.I.E.L.D steps in, they p...
