Hidden on Titan (Infinity War x Fem!Reader)

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Have you ever woken up out of a decent sleep to wires being reattached to you until you are nothing but a living, scientific tube?

Maybe you haven't. But (Y/N) had.

Which caused great discomfort and incredible confusion as she awoke to the afternoon sun filtering through the entirety of Tony's lab. As soon as she'd woken up, she'd done so while breathing heavily and frantically looking around the facility like somehow her questions would be answered if she stared at everything inside of it.

The first thought that crossed her mind was the unfortunate possibility that something had gone horribly wrong and she'd slept through its entirety. But she had to attempt to rationalize, which was something she'd always been good at. Observing surroundings, studying physical expression and/or verbal expression by those around her. Studying and observing had a lot to do with her living at home all alone without anyone to steer her in the right path.

But could that skill be helpful in a billionaire's basement?

As soon as she'd started analyzing, the doors to the lab pushed open. A small clanking of the door against its exterior sounded throughout the room. (Y/N) was almost certain Tony could hear her lungs inflating and deflating from all the way on the sofa.

"I knew you'd end up on the that," Tony proclaimed as he meandered his way inside, "Do you ever even know you've moved?"

Momentarily, (Y/N)'s cheeks flushed a light pink. She couldn't believe she'd gotten so worked up over nothing and found herself embarrassed that her nightly sleep-walking was already obvious to Mr. Tony Stark.

"Not really," She finally managed to say, "A majority of the time I never even remember falling asleep."

"Have you always been that way?"

She shrugged, "I'm sure if my parents were still around, Mr. Stark, they would attest."

"So it's not just a human thing," He chuckled, "Nice to know."

"You must think your kind is superior, as to not share traits with different living beings."

"We're just dumb and close-minded. Telling the people of America that tighter restrictions on firearms will greatly decrease the amount of school shootings is a leap," A rather decent sigh left his lungs, "Let alone even insomuch as attempting to understand shared traits between organisms in the galaxy."

"It makes sense why creatures like me don't visit Earth very much."

"Why's that?"

She shrugged once more, "Every other planet in the universe must consider you inferior for how close-minded you all are."

He scoffed, "We aren't always dumb."

"So just a majority of the time?"

"You sure you wanna be awake right now?" Tony asked, arms crossed, a stern stature enveloping his entire figure, "Because it sounds like a certain Titan might want to reconsider."

She rolled her eyes and fell backward onto the couch. The silk of her nightgown Tony had custom made for her glided against her skin effortlessly. This feeling caused goosebumps to rise on her skin with a quick shiver running all the way down her spine and a brief memory of her mother wearing the same type of silk nightgowns in the early mornings skidded across her mind. She'd mentioned a similar memory to Tony which made him get the dress designed in the first place.

"No response?"

Tony's voice echoed throughout the lab. His fingers tapped lightly against the keyboard and (Y/N) listened closely as the monitor and his surrounding technology came to life.

"I do believe it's quite a difficult task to perform if somebody wishes to so rudely interrupt a tired silence."

A soft chuckle escaped his lungs but he neglected to offer any type of verbal response, as to not penetrate the silence she so comedically mentioned.

And just like that, her eyes fluttered shut, and she was off to unconsciousness once more.

—

"It's been a good few months since (Y/N) came to Earth," Strange mentioned to Vision whom he'd begun conversation with in one of the many lounge rooms of the tower, "And even with all that time, we're lucky if we get to speak with her for five minutes."

"I'm sure Mr. Stark has good reason for that," Vision shrugged, "She is otherworldly, after all. The testing best suits his expertise as opposed to thousands of other scientists that have never even experienced five seconds on a new planet before."

Strange scoffed, "Yeah, because they're too ignorant to even wrap their heads around the fact that life actually can be sustained outside of Earth."

"Fair enough."

Truth be told, Vision had stopped caring about associating with (Y/N) immediately after the first few days and nights Tony had taken her down to the lab. She spent a majority of her time down there, but Vision found himself at ease every so often when she'd trudge her way through corridors, stairs, and an elevator to get back to her room. Such ease had never been verbally expressed, so it was more so just a sense of personal relief for him.

But if there was one thing Vision paid more attention to than others was the fact that (Y/N) did not sleep with complete, personal silence. There had been many times in the long nights where he had strolled through the corridors and made trips to and from the lab to make sure things had been shut off and not left on.

The first night he'd stumbled upon the girl sleeping on the sofa, he'd alerted her momentarily when he flipped the light onto a rather bright setting. He can remember hearing her groan for a second, then listened to the sound of her silk gown on the fabric of the couch and sleepless, dazed snores followed suit.

He can remember telling himself to make it routine to check the lab more often in the night as to make sure there was no way for both (Y/N) and the technology to get destroyed.

This own personal responsibility allowed him to listen to the gentle humming that echoed from the lab when all were resting. From his time spent studying Titanian culture since Thanos, Vision had gained quite an understanding of their kind.

A specific melody sounded through corridors every night. It was never changed. Always the same, incessant humming of a young female woman. Most in the modern world, he'd uncovered, would describe it as a soulful lead melody with a minor hidden inside the same note strung out. It usually represented grief and mourning of a small child to their parents.

He could tell it was hers, for the specific sound of a Titanian woman could not easily be forgotten.

Sitting in elongated silence with Strange right beside him made the air grow stale and uncomfortable.

Vision knew there was no way anyone had caught onto (Y/N)'s singing, too. He found that the most interesting thought within the long silence.

It could've been a good topic for the start of another conversation. However, Vision decided he would keep it to himself. Thus politely excusing himself from Strange's presence and made his way to his Wanda.