𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓐 '𝓜𝓲𝓭𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓷'
↳ (13 avengers x reader)
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｡･:*˚:✧｡ You crash land on Asgard, not knowing who you are or where you're from, and especially not knowing what a 'soulmate' is. May the Allfather guide you on your journey ac...
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y/n = your name
italics = thoughts
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Later in the day, you went to the labs to find Tony and Peter working. They welcomed you with smiles and turned down the hard rock music blasting through the soundproofed area. Per Pepper's request, Tony had explained. To which he told you the story of himself and the now-CEO of Stark Industries.
It was quite an interesting tale.
You reflected on how different your childhood had been on Asgard. Yet not ready to talk about your parents in the moment, which they did not press on.
Peter made jokes and even showed you some tools and things you could tinker with. You were not particularly good with the tech. Partially because you had never had a purpose to learn any of it. But you absolutely loved learning about it.
Bruce wandered in a few hours later to see you sitting on top of the desk with a piece of one of Tony's suits in your lap as you poked around at disabled wires and small battery pieces.
He laughed as he watched you take off a small panel with a pair of pliers and inspect what was behind it. You looked up at him with a glare before looking back down again.
"She's been focused on that shoulder piece for an hour," Tony told Bruce. "I think she's trying to understand it."
Bruce laughed and scratched his head. "Looks like it."
"Mr. Stark, I need the small blowtorch," Peter requested from the vented area of the lab. Tony got up to give it to him, and Bruce approached you with curiosity.
"Are you feeling okay today?" he asked.
"I'm... doing well," you responded, your brow furrowing again as you concentrated on counting the small copper wires.
"And what about your eating habits?" Bruce inquired further.
You stopped immediately. "Did Nat say something?"
"Maybe," he said, scratching his head again.
You sighed. "I do not know."
"We'll figure it out. We're all here to help, just so you know," he said with a comforting smile directed at you.
"I know, and thank you."
None of them knew about what had happened. At least, you were under that impression. Maybe they suspected something? Maybe the cameras caught something, or they heard something, or..?
"Y/n." Bruce glanced back, holding the door open with his arm.
"Hm?" you looked up at him.
"You know you can tell us anything? If you're having trouble with anything. Nothing is too small."
