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“Excuse me?”

“I do not know you to have hearing problems young Stark!”

You knew that your summer had been going a bit too smoothly. You just finished your nanotech suit, somehow with all this outdated tech, you had multiple wonderful shopping sprees with your mom (and as expected, your dad threw fits every time), and your summer project was going swimmingly…

That was until Thor had barged in with his hammer in one hand and a duffle bag in the other.

You pinched the bridge of your nose as Thor stared down at your slouched form with an intensity that made you uncomfortable, despite knowing that all that was probably on his mind was, well. You set down the hologram pad and turned around to fully face him.

You inhaled and tried to gather your thoughts.

“You’re telling me… You want to go to China… Because…?”

His whole body seems to shake with his laugh. Your ears ring, having sat in a quiet room for nearly the whole day now. He stops laughing, but his infectious smile is still ever so present as he speaks up.

“I read on the interwebs of cuisine out of this world, and it said that this China has exactly that!”

You squinted and opened and closed your mouth, perplexed. You had so many questions- more so than before.

Where the hell had he heard that? That was so vague- cuisines? Since when was he into cuisine? And why China specifically?

Your lips were pressed in a thin line. You weren’t too sure if you cared enough to know all of the specifics. And quite frankly, you’re scared that it’ll only give you more questions than answers- after all, anything goes when it comes to Thor.

“… Okay, and?” You tilted your head to add onto that sarcastic ‘and’. "Why’re you telling me this- I’m not your dad.“

"Of course you’re not my father! I am Thor, son of Odin, not of (Name)! I just want you to take me there!”

You rolled your eyes all the way into the back of your skull. Of course, he’d respond like that- he wasn’t as accustomed to Earth humor as the Thor you knew. And with that ass-backward logic- that you had to be the one to take him there- didn’t help with your frustration.

You picked at your chair’s armrest, pulling at the already worn down faux leather skin bit by bit. You probably need to buy another chair, huh?

You exhaled softly, eyeing the Norse god who was grinning at you expectedly.

“… Why…? Can’t you just- fly there? Using Mjolnir?”

Your eyes didn’t miss the glint of said hammer. It probably won’t be a comfortable ride, but it doesn’t seem like the blonde would mind flying through the wind for a few hours at most. He patted your shoulders.

“Yes, but as you may know: I cannot speak Chinese.”

He said that with an all too matter of factly tone that irked you, but also brought an ugly chortle out of your throat. You playfully slapped his hand away, eyes wide but crinkled with your wide grin.

“Dude- and who says I can?! I’m not all-knowing!” You waved your hands around with wide eyes painted with light mockery.

“Are you not?”

He tilts his head like a golden retriever. You snorted and turned around to try and focus back on what you were doing beforehand.

“No. Go by yourself, thunder thighs.”

“But I even packed my stuff!”

He lifts his duffle bag- as if that was sufficient enough to call 'packing’. Hell, you wouldn’t even be surprised if it was filled with random junk not meant for traveling. You rolled your eyes at how childish he was, standing there as if he was asking you to chaperone his field trip.

“Okay, and?”

That might be your new catchphrase just to combat all the silliness that was Thor.

He pouts his lips and tries to give you the puppy dog eyes. He’s acting cute now, but you know if you take him to China he’ll act a fool of himself. And besides, there’s a high chance he won’t find what he’s looking for there.

You sighed quietly, knowing that Thor won’t push you too far to do something you don’t want to, but he’ll definitely be sulking for a while afterward.

You mulled over it for a second, before it hit you.

China.

He wants to go to China. And where is China?

Right next to Nepal.

And where do you need to- oh, it doesn’t need to spell it out for you does it?

You tried fighting back the grin, silently thanking the stars for having aligned right for you just this once, and pretended to debate on whether or not you should actually take him or not.

He rocked on the balls of his feet and dragged a whiny 'please?’, which was the 'tipping point’ for you. It wasn’t, really- your mind was already made up by the sudden revelation, but still. A flair for dramatics wouldn’t hurt.

“Ugh, you know what- fine, I’ll take you to China.” He cheered out loud, but you raised a finger before he could jump to conclusions, “But! Only for a weekend!” His expression dropped for a moment, but he was still grinning ear to ear, “I still have other stuff to do… Wha-!”

You felt your lungs get caught as he drops Mjolnir and his duffle bag on the ground, and your bottom was suddenly no longer touching the chair you were sat on. Instead, it was in the air now as Thor grabbed you from under your arms and bear-hugged you while swinging you around like a ragdoll.

“Hnng-!”

You wheezed into his neck, but he doesn’t hear it over his boisterous laugh.

“You are my favorite Stark for a reason!”

Ignoring the heat rising to your cheeks at his bold statement, you smacked his back to let you down. You were struggling to breathe as he practically bomb rushed your lungs. He lets you down, but he’s still hugging you tightly and swaying side to side. You coughed and patted his back, praying that he’ll let go anytime soon for you to breathe properly.

“Relax, there’s only- ugh- two of us so there’s not- not much competition anyways. But- ack- thanks- now let go…!”

He finally relaxes his grip on you and lets you go, much to your ribs’ relief. You groaned, sure that bruises were definitely going to form around your chest from him. He chuckles and mentions something about 'mortals’, but you didn’t care much to listen.

He picks up his stuff and turns around to your hunched form with a bright smile- brighter than the one he had earlier.

“So, should we go now?”

“You know, I’m not too surprised you got scammed.”

You rummaged through your duffle bag, searching for some pajamas to 'sleep the night away’, so to speak. You ignored Thor as he spread eagle on his bed with nothing but a waist towel to cover him, but it wasn’t really doing much of its job as you can definitely tell his, ah, hammer was out in your peripherals. You made a mental reminder to get some eye-bleach later as your ears turn red. 

Your embarrassment goes unnoticed as Thor cried out dramatically.

“They said the food was magnificent!”

“Yeah, well, people lie sometimes. Or maybe their definition of good is different from yours. But hey, cheer up- we got to eat from other places, and they were delicious.”

You weren’t lying. The first day was spent looking for the particular restaurant Thor was talking about- and as it turns out, it was just a weird brothel. The 'cuisines’ Thor was talking about was a crude translation of 'Chinese prostitutes’ so that was… An experience. You two made sure to get that taken care of before you moved on.

While the one place you- more like Thor- was looking forward to was not what it was chalked up to be, there were a bunch of other places that definitely made up for that in terms of actual food. Well, judging by Thor’s pout, maybe it was just satisfying for you, anyways.

“But it does not quench my disappointment.”

You pulled your clothes out and tossed the bag to the side. You made a B line toward the bathroom as Thor tried settling into his bed. You almost stepped onto the towel he, at some point, had now thrown onto the ground haphazardly.

“Yeah, yeah, tell me that tomorrow when we have to fly back to New York. Go to sleep, Aussie John Smith.”

“I am still upset…”

Even with the door closed, you could still hear the disappointment heavy in his voice.

“Sleep. Now.”

“God, I hope he’s asleep.”

Your eyes dart over to his slumbering figure, comfortably sprawled out onto the rather small bed- for a man of his stature anyways. You tried your best to put a blanket over him, lest he gets cold or something (really, it was more for modesty as both his moons were out in full display, along with everything else), but every time you looked away for even a second, half of it was on the ground. At that point, you just gave up. 

His loss.

You’ll just need to remember to tip the workers here if they were to be greeted with his hammer at any point.

“He is, don’t worry.”

A disembodied but smooth Australian accent whispers back to you. Familiarity buzzes in the back of your head, but you dismissed it.

You hum in response and zipped up your jacket all the way. It may be summer, but where you were heading might be cold. And besides, it was the tightest fit you could pack in your bag. You adjusted your shoes and take one glance in the mirror in the adjacent bathroom. Your eyes linger around your neck, and you click your tongue.

You readjusted the leather collar so it wouldn’t leave a mark on you later. It wasn’t too thick, but it was definitely big enough to be a collar versus an itty bitty choker. You were torn between this and other styles of accessories- hell, you even considered making the same component your dad had- one over where your sternum would be. But your first model would always be your collar, so that was a start.

You figured that you being here, years before yours, had already altered it in some way. You figured that making this- your new suit- yes, it would change how things would turn up from then on. But technically, as long as you kept it in the back burner, you wouldn’t really change the future, per se… 

Yeah. This suit was just a backup. In case… In case something happened to your more mechanical suit. Or if it was unavailable.

Hopefully, you shouldn’t have to resort to doing something like that.

You gaze lingers a bit on the collar, and you tilted your head around. It didn’t look bad per se, but you knew you couldn’t just walk around wearing this. You could wear it under a collared or turtleneck shirt, but that wouldn’t last long. It wasn’t a viable long term solution- unless you just… Blend it into your lifestyle?

You shake your head, already having resigned to a previously made lapse in judgment.

You weren’t too sure if you wanted it to be a collar, so you already had plans to make other versions of this, just in case. But for now, it was what you knew, so of course, it had to be the first model- for the nanotech, anyways. Technically speaking, this would either be Mark-22 or Mark-94…

It doesn’t matter.

You walk out of the building, thankful that there weren’t really many people around for a busy city as this. You shuffled around behind the hotel and into an empty alleyway. You tried your best to ignore the smell of rotting food- it wasn’t as bad as some of the places around New York, but it wasn’t pleasant regardless. There were also other scents mixed into the equation, but you weren’t keen on lingering around to find out what it was.

You doublechecked around the corner just to make sure that no one was around before turning around.

“DAHLIA, how’s it going?”

You murmured quietly.

DAHLIA was the name of your old A.I. The voice wasn’t exactly the same as their original predecessor, but it was close enough. You would name it differently, but you were already used to DAHLIA, so it seemed redundant to make a new one right now.

There wasn’t really anything too deep about the name- like how J.A.R.V.I.S. was named after Tony’s butler, and FRIDAY was just a silly little joke. For you, you just named it after a flower that really… Resonated with you when you first named her, especially after the whole fight at the airport and finding your dad… Anyways. Nowadays, it was just a pretty name to you.

“All systems up and ready, doll.”

The same voice from earlier replies back. Your hand traveled to your neck and activated your suit. You felt the metal form over your shoulder, down your spide, and up your scalp. You watched your own reflection in the puddle underneath you quickly replace itself with that oh-so-familiar yet smoother helmet. 

Your vision goes dark and all of the city ambiances is muffled, then it all goes clear. Colors and lights flash open, and there’s a bunch of U.I. huds popping up everywhere. While you can hear perfectly, everything’s crisper now, but not overwhelming. You gazed over all of the information in front of you… All systems working perfectly- it strikes you now when you realize this was your first time actually taking this model out of the tower.

“Good… Well, time to take this baby out on a joyride, yeah?”

“Who’s this joyful for- me or you? Judging by your spiked heart rate, it’s not yours, and I can vouch that it’s not for me either.”

You ran your tongue over your front teeth and resisted the urge to scratch your arm. And to beat DAHLIA’s thick head in for being a brat. 

(“You programmed me this way, doll.” A phrase she said a lot, annoyingly enough. She wasn’t wrong.)

“You can just say I’m nervous, sweetums.” You made sure to lay it on heavy with the fake sweetness in your words.

Maybe it was just a gene that carried through from your dad to you, but it always seemed like your A.I.’s, no matter what, had more personality than the average person would like. But then again, it adds more flavor, no?

“Don’t make me demote you to BUTTERCUP.”

Buttercup flowers represented childishness, like what was spewing out of DAHLIA’s computerized mouth.

“As if you’d have the gall to do that, doll.”

You ignored the layers of mockery and rolled your eyes dramatically. She was right, but it’d take hell to freeze over for you to ever admit that to her.

“Just pul'up the route to Nepal.”

There were a few pop-ups from scanning the room, but the main one you were looking at was a map from Chengdu, China, to Nepal. It was a little far for your taste, so you were glad it was nighttime.

You just hope that you’ll be able to stay awake in the morning for the flight home… Who knows, maybe this trip will help with jetlag when you get home.

“Alright, let’s take a stroll through Nepal… DAHLIA, you know what to do." 

Your repulsers flare up and you jet straight into the sky. Stabilizers on your back keep your flight up steady and smooth, a far cry from your previous model’s jerky movements. 

"Camouflage Mode: On. Playing: Pumped Up Kicks.”

“… Not the song I was expecting, but sure.”

“Skip.”

“Playing: Gangnam Style.”

“Off- off, no- yeah, no- no, silence. Silence, yeah? I’m tired of your bullshit, missy.”

“Sure thing, doll.”

You wanted to throat punch the tinge of humor in her voice. It had already been around an hour into your flight to Nepal, and you were ready to rip your hairs out. You weren’t rushing at first, not really, so you took your time on the way there. And boy, did you just want this to be over with. DAHLIA was nonstop playing the trashiest songs and acted like she didn’t know what she was doing-

“Doll, if I may be allowed to interject in your brooding,-”

“I’m not brooding-”

“- I am curious to know how you plan to seek out the answers to your dilemma… Assuming you even have the questions to ask, if I may be bold in saying such. Which I am.”

You suddenly stopped, hovering above the clouds as you blank out for a second.

“Well, shit- what the hell am I gonna ask?”

You almost pondered over it, but knowing that you already had all the time in the world to come up with questions and still had none prepared just meant that you weren’t gonna get much in the span of a few hours.

You resumed your flight with a resigned sigh.

“You know what- I’m just- gonna wing it. Yeah, winging it.”

“That’s…”

“A dumb idea? Yeah, maybe, definitely actually, but uh, I’m too nervous right now to think. Just gotta- gotta keep flying baby, that’s all we can do right now.”

“And besides,” a flash of orange easily catches your attention- too easily, considering it was all pitch black over the mountains of Nepal. There’s a figure down in the mountains, and their head was pointed directly in your direction. "It’s not like we have all the time in the world to think of questions right now, do we?“

The figure doesn’t move. If anything, it just stands there and watches you, as if they were dissecting every movement you made as you quickly descended down to the ground. You surely didn’t miss the U.I. hud blink in the corner of your eyes. 

'Repulsor Canons: On Standby’

You made no moves to tell DAHLIA to stand down with the repulsors just in case they weren’t friendly. The fact that the person even knew you were there, what with your camo mode on, told you more than enough to warrant caution. Your heart beating thrums through your ears and you barely heard DAHLIA murmur with concern.

"No, not at all. Be careful, doll. The area displays signs of heavy spacial manipulation…”

You didn’t ask any questions from that, voice already caught in your throat.

“You come here often?”

It was a lot less cold than you were expecting, but you still kept your helmet on just in case. A blow to the noggin wouldn’t be pleasant, but it’d definitely hurt less with it on. 

Even with the helmet helping you, all you could see was a figure draped in robes, and they had a pretty long hood covering their face. They were probably like Strange, as you recognized that orange spark from anywhere… And besides, it was the only logical (despite there being actual fucking magic) explanation considering the only thing surrounding the two of you was mountains and dead grass.

“You are not native to this timeline, Stark.”

It shouldn’t have been a surprise that she knew who you were- everyone not living under a rock did- but hearing that still made your skin crawl. She knew who you really were- or at least, who you aren’t.

“Then you’ll know why I’m here.”

“Funny of you to say that, when I’m confident not even you know why you’re here…”

Your stomach lurched from being called out like that. You didn’t know what to say to that- it wasn’t like she was wrong. Not at all, actually.

She lifts her hoodie and sends you a smile, but you weren’t too sure if you could trust her just yet. But it wasn’t like you had much of a choice, considering she might be the one to actually provide you some answers. She waves her hand and orange sparks fly around you as your environment shifts. You step back and watched as building structures appear out of nowhere. It was… Beautiful, despite your hatred for anything that strays from science and into magic. 

“Told you…” DAHLIA whispers. You swallowed down the bile from the visual trip.

“Holy shit…”

The robed lady still looks at you, amusement dancing in her eyes as she nods her head towards the entrance.

“… If you’d like, we can discuss this inside, where it’s warm. And we have tea, as well.”

“I don’t know what to do if I’m being honest with you.”

If you were the Ancient One- or how she introduced herself-, you would’ve kicked yourself out of the temple for coming here half-cocked. You didn’t even know where to start with this whole conversation now that you two were settled now.

You avoided her gaze and admired the architectural design inside the temple as you both sat across from each other. Your helmet now retracted as you glanced at your reflection into the cup of tea. Your hair was a mess, but it was tasteful, at least.

“I can see that. To come here with no goal in mind isn’t a smart plan.”

“But it’s better than roaming around willy nilly. It’s already bad enough I came so late. Besides… Coming here will at least be an attempt at some closure.”

You fiddled with the cup, tracing your finger back and forth over the rim absentmindedly. 

“Closure to what, if I may ask?”

Your eyebrow twitched at the softness of her tone. Your grip on the cup tightened as a shadow loomed over your eyes. She looks at you expectantly and sips. Moments pass before a sigh escapes you and you lean back into the chair, running your hands through your hair.

“… Not too sure myself.”

“I’m gonna take a wild guess and assume that, by the law of an unknown force,” Sarcasm dripped with every word, but she didn’t falter in her gaze, “You can’t tell me… What’ll happen in the future, huh?”

She shakes her head.

“There are endless possibilities the future holds that restrains me from giving a proper answer that’ll satisfy you.”

You laughed humorlessly. Great. Of course. What else were you expecting?

A weight settles in your chest, the realization that you might not even get any satisfying answer from this trip- this trip that you had been nervously looking forward to- creeps up your spine. You blink owlishly, and she mirrors your own expression.

“… Can you at least tell me what happens after- after my timeline? Or before I… Before I left?”

“I’m afraid not, Stark.”

You licked your lips. Damn.

“I… See.”

“I… This is also probably… Something you can’t tell me, but… Did I- did I mess up this timeline? By coming back here, to- to 2013, by some miracle?”

She doesn’t answer immediately. There was no contemplative expression on her face, rather as she was looking at you it was more like she was trying to figure out what you were thinking rather than vice versa. 

“… You already know the answer to that. Even the slightest discrepancy can derail this timeline’s future from, let’s say, your timeline’s initial course.”

“I guess… Yeah, you’re right…”

You thought back to the first noticeable inconsistency- the ambush at the HYDRA base. You knew you felt off about it, and your gut took a plunge when you remembered days later- you weren’t supposed to be the one to get the file.

It was supposed to be Steve.

There were many more afterward. The apology following that. Your lab being built- you wanted to slap yourself- what the hell were you thinking?! It wasn’t supposed to be built until a year later- but here you are, a fully fleshed out lab- that looks nothing like your lab in 2014!

There were many more afterward, but they were so minor you weren’t sure if they were meant to happen or not.

Not to mention your new suit- you were trying to bullshit yourself with excuses, that it wouldn’t matter if you built it or not, so long as you don’t use it.

“… Do you think I should… I don’t know… Try and keep the timeline according to mine? Like, let the preventable fights and deaths happen? Or should I just… Try and steer it into a future where we… We have a chance?”

That was the beauty of time travel that many works of fiction played with. With the knowledge of what happens in the future, it was easy to alter it as you see fit. And with that type of knowledge, it held a lot of responsibility to hold back the want to just… Do something different.

Of course, it wouldn’t alter your timeline, a timeline that already went through its course- the same course you were going through months ago. Like Bruce- or Professor Hulk?- tried to explain before the time-hopping you all did: if you altered the past, you won’t change the current timeline, rather you’d just be creating an alternate timeline, is all.

(It was a shame that meant that you couldn’t really go with Rhodey’s initial plan to just… locate baby Thanos and… Y'know.)

She shakes her head, almost in silent resignation.

“… I, ultimately, cannot stop you. It is your decision to make, and yours alone.”

“I’m just… Scared. What if…” You felt the ground beneath you shift, despite sitting still. Nausea crept into your skin, and you felt like you were being burnt suddenly. You held back from spitting out the bile taste settling in your mouth and opted to grind your teeth together till it went away.

You gripped your head tenderly and sighed, "What if I fucked up that one chance Strange was talking about…?“

"Strange?”

“What?”

She sets her cup, now empty as opposed to your still full cup, and straightens her back. Her eyes held a firmness that made you pull your head away from your hands to look straight at her.

“You mentioned Strange.”

“… You know him?”

It was a stupid question to ask, but she didn’t seem to mind. You fingers itched to scratch your arm, but you ignored it as she spoke up again.

“Yes. He is destined to become the strongest amongst us, as you should know by now. What did you say about him?”

Blinking, you tried to recall what he had said back when you were on Titan with him. It’s been years since then, but you could still remember with slight clarity what he had said to your father that day.

“Oh, I think- he said that- before he- he died- he said something about there being a- a one in like, 14 million possibilities that we win against- well, our bad guy. He said something like, 'it was the only way’. Right before, well… He- uh, died.”

It felt weird talking about a dead man- technically, a man who was still alive in this timeline. She pressed her lips in a thin line. She stares at you hard enough to make you want to crawl right out of it, but you knew she’d probably yank you right back.

You could tell she’s trying to pick her words carefully, and that was instant red flags to you. What did she know that you didn’t? What did she realize that you didn’t?

What did she know that’d make her think over her words?

“… Stark…” Your skin prickled, her voice was soft just like earlier. Did she think you were sensitive? “Have you ever considered the possibility that maybe it was destined… For you to be here?”

“What- what do you mean…?”

You gripped hard on the chair’s armrest. DAHLIA whispers something into your ears about rising heart rate, but your mind couldn’t really process it over the Ancient One’s words.

“I mean… Maybe it was fated for you to be here, years before yours, for them to see that one chance of success.”