A Twist Of Marvel || Infinity War

6. Drink?

The room remained in silence for a few moments more, as Tony fidgeted with random machines and various technology. On one screen across the room, Naomi caught a glimpse of her own face, from a selfie she had taken with Peter earlier. Smiling to herself, it occurred to her that she was the only person from her world to have taken a selfie with the actual Spiderman. Talk about one for the scrapbooks. She should actually take more pictures, Naomi mused to herself. This was clearly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to hang out with superheroes, and she was damned if she didn't record it. It actually made Peter's vlogging habits make sense. Naomi studied the picture further, taking off her beloved sunglasses and settling them on top of her head.

Her and Peter were clearly sat at a bar, their bistro sandwiches half-devoured on their plates visible in front of them. Peter had his phone rested on the bar, so the picture was from a lower angle, forcing them to both hunch over in their seats to fit their faces in the frame. Peter had obviously tried very hard to look cool, but the result looked like a frog was in his mouth. Naomi smirked at the old joke from her dimension. Naomi herself had chosen a very cool pose, in her opinion, supporting her head with her hand with a knowing smirk.

Her attention was quickly pulled away from the picture as Tony began talking, giving no warning as he assumed she was already listening. "Naomi Swanson-provided that is your real name, of course-you've proven to be an interesting case thus far." Tony kept moving as he talked, only glancing at her occasionally as he worked, clearly not overly concerned by her presence. He did stay at a distance from her however, flitting around the center of his workshop as she hovered semi-awkwardly by the door. "Because according to my research," Tony paused here, both for dramatic effect and to suddenly swipe a new hologram into the air, displaying CCTV footage of Naomi walking out of an alleyway. "You didn't exist before this point." Naomi watched the footage repeat itself on a loop, her figure stepping out from the alley where that stupid cult made her pass out with their cult-y voodoo. Naomi supposed that she should be more concerned with whatever that cult did, seeing as she was literally in a new dimension, however being in the same room as Tony Stark was very distracting.

"So what is it, huh? What makes you special?" Tony questioned, gazing at her with real suspicion in his eyes. Naomi was slightly taken aback, unsure of how to explain the cult situation. "Are you some foreign assassin? A god from another planet? Or heaven forbid," he pointed at her accusingly, "An archer?"

Naomi snorted with laughter, caught off-guard by the sudden Hawkeye roasting session. Tony also allowed himself a smile, seemingly warming to her. Naomi cleared her throat, aware that she needed to explain herself but unsure how. This was an entirely new world for her and honestly, it was starting to get a little suffocating. Since realizing she wasn't in the right dimension, she hadn't exactly had any alone time to process anything, or talk so anyone about it. She opened her mouth without even knowing what to say, her words jumbled in her mind. Swallowing thickly, she met Tony's eyes, and saw his confusion at her lack of speech. His suspicion had cleared partly, and for a moment she fooled herself that there was concern in his eyes. Perhaps taking on a fatherly role for Peter had softened him, Naomi considered, the thought warming her heart and allowing her mind to settle a little. With a breath, she was able to start her explanation.

"You probably have about zero reason to believe me, but please just hear me out." Naomi began, her voice sounding strangely loud against the white noise of the lab. Nodding, Tony strode closer to her, stopping a couple feet away with a serious expression. "I don't really know how I got here, or why even, but I know I wasn't supposed to." Naomi paused for breath. "There was this group of people in an alley, that alley actually," Naomi gestured to the screen where the loop of her entrance to this dimension was still playing. "I know it was stupid, but it was early and I hadn't had my coffee yet," Tony started at this with a knowing smile, clearly relating to the situation already. Encouraged, Naomi continued with her tale. "I hadn't meant to mess with them, not really, but they were drawing something on the wall, and I thought they were graffiti artists or something. So I took a closer look, but they were chanting something..."