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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Natasha made you breakfast almost every morning now. It had been a week, and to you, it felt like all but a minute. It was a strange sense when time had suddenly caught up with you. And it felt shorter, like a snowball rolling down a hill and picking up speed. You had inquired with Thor about this.
He patted your back, saying something akin to, "You are starting to feel your age, Lady y/n." He jovially laughed, telling you that thinking back on certain things would be harder as they get lost in the grand scheme of your timeline.
You were alarmed by this and then talked to Bruce about a contraption to store your memories. To which he handed you a journal with a pen. Joking about how you should have gone to Tony.
"You can rip out the first few pages, they're just my experiment notes. The failed ones, so no need to worry," he added before pushing it into your hands. You opened the front cover to look at said 'experiment' and decided to leave the pages in.
Now you had begun to journal, writing everything down into the small notebook that you remembered had taken the first half of the week. By the time you were done, you had borrowed four notebooks from Bruce, who had ordered a stack of them at this point.
You were journaling in the living room, in the kitchen, in your room, in the training room, and anywhere else that you could get to, including the roof and the quinjet landing pad.
You sat into the couch cushions at some point, Bucky walking into the room thoroughly drenched in sweat.
"You might need a shelf for all those journals if you keep at it," he laughed when he saw your fifth notebook laid out on the table, the pages open to a specific section that wasn't entirely empty but definitely sparse.
"I might," you agreed with a smile. "I have seen those in the library and Loki's room."
"I have on in my room, too," Bucky added.
"There are different styles, yes?"
"Yes, and you can personalize yours," he said.
"Loki's is gold, the library ones are white, what color is yours?" you asked him.
"Black."
"Fitting."
You heard a sharp laugh and a snort from behind you as Natasha rounded the couch corner.
