"Damn it!" I groaned. The painting I was working on wasn't turning out how I wanted it to. I had already spent three days on it and it still didn't look right. The colors weren't looking how I wanted them to. I looked at the clock, 12:46am. I was taking an art class and this was supposed to be my submission for the final project. It was due in less than two days. Maybe I just needed to start over.

I was trying to paint a Christmas scene. Two kids unwrapping presents under the Christmas tree while their parents sat next to the fire watching and drinking coffee. The family dog laid in the middle of the rug watching the children happily. It was supposed to be a more textured painting, so the layers of paint took longer to dry. I sighed and turned back to the drawing board. I needed to pick out different colors and see if they went well together before paining again.

I stared down at my color wheel. The art class I was taking wasn't for a grade. I took it because I wanted to learn more about art. My actual degree is in something completely different. Art was just my hobby. I got really into it at a young age. I started with a more comic book style, since I loved comics. Spider-Man was my favorite growing up. When I got older, Deadpool became a close second. My love of comic books and manga was what got me into art in the first place. I would get an idea in my head, a picture, or a storyline, and had to get it out and on paper. Sometimes, when I got frustrated with how a comic ended, I would rewrite it with my own ending.

As I stared at the colors on my color wheel, I started to get a headache. I put it down and stood from my desk before I walked over to my couch and sat down. I needed to clear my mind to help with the art block, so I turned on the TV and clicked Disney+ on. I went to the Marvel tab and selected it.

Scrolling through the movies, I came across the first Avengers. It had been a while since I watched it, so I clicked on it. The familiar opening sounded and I relaxed into the couch. I grabbed a blanket and a pillow and laid down. I watched for about twenty minutes before I felt my eyelids start to close. My head was starting to get foggy as sleep called for me. I slowly gave in and let sleep consume me.

When I woke up, I was freezing. I felt a strong breeze and felt like I was falling. I opened my eyes and saw the sky above me. What the hell? I definitely fell asleep inside. I looked around and saw that I was, in fact, falling. I was extremely high in the air and was plummeting to the city below.

Wait, city? Where the hell was I? I started to panic as I flipped through the air. I closed my eyes when I got closer to the ground and waited for pain, but none came. Instead, I felt something catch me. It was cold and extremely strong. I was too scared to open my eyes, so I kept them closed until I felt myself stop moving.

"Well, that was unexpected." I heard a familiar voice say. I slowly opened my eyes and saw that I was being held by a giant suit of metal. My eyes widened as I stared at it. "So, can you explain to me how you fell from the sky?" A voice said to my right. I turned my head to see Tony freaking Stark, or someone who was a dead ringer for the actor at least. He had Ironman's arm on and was pointing his palm at me. "I'm going to ask one more time, how did you just appear from nothing and fall from the sky?" He asked again. I didn't know what to say. I didn't even know if I could speak. I just continued to stare. "Suit yourself." He said and charged up his palm. Fear shot through me and I covered my head.

"I-I-I don't know!" I yelled. "I don't know!" I started crying softly. I could feel myself shaking and on the verge of a panic attack. My breathing got shaky and the world became muffled.

"Alright, calm down." I heard the man say. "What's your name, kid?" It was hard to hear him over my pulse in my ears, but I was able to make it out.

"S-Sammee." I told him.

"Well, Sammee, that was a hell of an entrance." He said. "So what mystical land are you from?"

"I live in North Carolina." I said in a shaky voice. "But I'm originally from Chicago." I finally lifted my head to look at him. He was standing a good fifteen feet away from me. He was still in a defensive position and looked at me like I was a threat.

"You're human? You came out of a portal in the sky and you're human. Damn, I really wanted to kick some alien ass." He groaned. "Let her down." He said and the suit holding me lowered me down so I could stand.

"How... how did..." I pointed to the suit and turned back to look at him. It was an Ironman suit, but it was grey instead of red.

"Oh, you like it? I made it. It listens to me and only me, unless I give permission to somebody else." The man said. "I'm Tony Stark by the way." I looked between him and the suit.

"No," I said, "there's no way. It... it's not possible." Tony laughed and took a few steps forward.

"Oh, it's definitely possible. You just have to be smart enough to make it happen, luckily I am."

I shook my head and ran a hand through my hair.

"No, I'm dreaming. That has to be it. You're not real and I have an art project to finish, so I'd really like to wake up now." I looked up at the sky like I was talking to someone who could let me out of this dream. I heard Tony sigh.

"Umm...right, not a dream. I feel like we're just going in circles here." He said. I looked at him.

"You're a comic book, so unless you can give me any plausible reason as to how all this is possible, I'm going to stick with dream." I told him. I was still shaking and this situation wasn't helping any. I just needed to wake up and assure myself that everything was fine. My heart rate would start going down then.

My brain wasn't processing that this all felt real. I could feel the wind on my face and body. I could see the detail in the building. My dreams weren't normally detailed at all. I turned and looked behind me at the city below. I was standing on some kind of platform on one of the tallest buildings in the city. I looked up to see the Stark emblem on the building. "Stark tower? I'm standing on Stark tower..." My breathing started getting faster again and I felt like I wasn't getting any oxygen.

"Ok, ok, calm down. What are you talking about a comic book for?" Tony put his hands up in a surrender position and took a few steps towards me. I looked back at him.

"Iron-man, Captain American, Spider-Man, you know, comics." I frantically told him. "This was fun and all, Tony, but I really need to wake up now. I have an art final due and I need to finish it."

"Uh-hm," Tony started to say something, but his phone rang, cutting him off. He reached into his pocket and fished it out before looking at the caller ID and rolling his eyes.

"I'm guessing this is about the girl who just fell from the sky." He said into the phone when he answered it. "Yep, I'm looking right at her." Pause. "Do your worst, Cyclops." He said into the phone then hung up. "You have a visitor." He said to me.

"Did you just call Fury, Cyclops?" I laughed a bit in my panic. Tony looked at me, surprised.

"You know Fury?" He asked. I nodded at him.

"Comic book, remember."

"Does Fury have his own comic book?" Tony asked.

"Umm, well-"

"Nevermind, I probably don't want to know." He held a hand out to stop me from speaking. "Come on in." He waved his hand at me to follow him and turned to go inside. I slowly started following. The Ironman suit followed behind me just in case it was needed. "Go ahead and grab a seat, Fury will be up in a minute."

I looked around the gorgeous living space. I walked down the stairs and took a seat on a comfortable looking brown chair. Tony went behind the bar and started pouring himself a drink. He stopped mid-pour and looked at me.

"Would you like something to drink? Wait, are you even old enough to drink?" He asked. I nodded slightly.

"Vodka, please." I said and looked down at my feet. I wrapped my arms around myself tightly.

"Are you cold?" I heard Tony ask. I looked up to see him strolling towards me, holding two glasses. I shook my head and grabbed the glass when he offered it to me. I didn't wait, I just started drinking. "I would slow down, that's got about four shots of- uh, nevermind." Tony said as I finished the glass and put it down on the table in front of me. "You might feel that later." He laughed and took a sip of his own drink.

"No, it's fine. I have a pretty high tolerance for alcohol." I said quietly while staring at the floor again.

"High tolerance, huh? Everyone thinks that until they wake up with a killer hangover."

"I've never been hungover." I told him, still looking at the floor.

"Well, that just means you weren't trying hard enough." He chuckled and took another sip. I smiled and looked at him.

"No, I've tried pretty hard. I once counted how many shots I took. I lost count at twenty two and that was before I finished the bottle." I explained. Tony's eyes widened.

"Twenty two? Like straight shots?"

I nodded.

"And you still woke up functioning like a normal human being?"

I nodded again. He looked impressed and leaned back in his chair. "I'd like to test that." He mumbled as the elevator door dinged and opened.

Fury and a few S.H.I.E.L.D. agents stepped out of the elevator and headed directly for me. I was calming down, but seeing Fury made me panic again. My breathing became faster and I gripped the side of my chair till my knuckles were white.

"Hey, woah, I thought we were over the panic attacks." Tony said and stood up. He grabbed my glass and walked back over to the bar to pour more drinks.

"You're who fell from the sky?" A deep voice asked. I looked up to see Fury standing right in front of me. I nodded quickly. "Who are you?" He asked. "Are you a super?" He asked another question before I could even answer the first.

"Hey, maybe back off and give her a second to answer." Tony came to my defense and walked back over to give me another drink. This time it was almost filled to the top and mixed with something. "Lemonade, but it's got more of the good stuff this time." He said with a wink. I gave a small 'thanks' and downed it like the last.

"My name is Sammee and no I'm not a super. I have no idea how I got here." I looked up at Fury, who looked at me like a threat. I would too, I guess.

"Tell him the part about the comic books, he'll love that." Tony said with fake excitement and took a seat to my left. I turned and looked at him.

"Not helping." I whisper shouted. Tony just shrugged and turned his attention back on Fury.

"Comic books? What the hell are you talking about, Stark?" Fury asked in his loud, booming voice. Tony looked at me and smirked.

"Little miss here says we are all supposed to be comic book characters." Tony said before I heard Fury scoff.

"As if I'm going to believe that." For some reason I got angry at Fury's words.

"Then how about I tell Tony about how you really hurt your eye." I watched as Fury's jaw clenched and his good eye widened.

"Oh, please do!" Tony leaned forward in his chair. I turned my head.

"Him and this girl, named Carol, were flying in a-"

"Ok, that's enough!" Fury yelled over me. For some reason I was feeling a lot calmer. Maybe it was the alcohol. I turned and looked back at Fury. He was awkwardly standing there.

"But I was just getting to the good part." I sighed.

"Let's just say you're telling the truth, you can't just go running around with classified information." Fury turned and looked at the agents he brought with him. "Load her in the van and bring her with us to headquarters." He instructed. I immediately shot up.

"Oh, hell no! I'm staying with Stark." I protested. Fury turned to look at me.

"You don't have a say." He said and took a step towards me. I swallowed hard, but stood my ground.

"I'd have to agree with Skydive ." Tony chimed in. "Finders keepers and all." He grabbed a handful of peanuts from a bowl he must have gotten from the bar, and popped some onto his mouth. Fury looked at Tony before looking over at me.

"You say one word about what happened and I will throw you in a cell faster than you can say it's name." Fury lifted a finger and pointed at me while he spoke. The 'it' he was referring to was Goose.

"Sure." I smiled and nodded in agreement. Fury narrowed his eyes at me before turning and walking back to the elevator. His agents followed him like sheep.

"I guess that means you're staying with me kid." Tony said and stood up. "Looks like those drinks did their thing, too. You stopped panicking."

"Uh, yeah, well, if this is a dream, I better enjoy it. This is this most realistic dream I've ever had." I smiled at him.

"How much do you know about me then?" He asked.

"Oh, I haven't read that many of your comics, but I've seen all the movies." I told him and picked up my empty glass.

"They made movies?" He questioned. I nodded.

"The first one was in...2008. It was about how you made the first suit. The second was in 2010. It was about the expo and everything that happened with that. Next was..." I looked around. "Wait, what year is it?" Since the tower was named Stark tower, I assumed it was before Avengers.

"April 29th, 2012."

I blinked. Most marvel movies came out near the end of April, or beginning of May.

"Oh, fun." I looked down. Loki was coming and soon. "The next movie hasn't happened yet." I said and looked back up at Tony.

"Why do you look worried all of the sudden." Tony asked skeptically. I shrugged and walked my glass to the bar sink to wash. "Kid, you've got to tell me if somethings going to happen." Tony said. I turned and grabbed his empty glass from him to wash as well.

"No, I don't." I told him and shut the water off. "My dream, my rules and I want to live it how it happens." I dried my hands off and turned back to face him. Tony groaned and ran a hand down his face.

"There's only one problem, you're not dreaming!" Tony told me, but I just shrugged it off.

"We'll see." I said and walked out from behind the bar. "You have any food? I'm starving." I asked and looked at Tony expectantly. He sighed before nodding.

"Yeah, in the kitchen. Come on, I'll show you." We walked to the elevator and got in. "J.A.R.V.I.S. bring us to level eighty seven."

"Right away, Sir." I heard the A.I. say back.

"Wow." I whispered. "That's amazing."

"I'm brilliant, right?" Tony smirked. I rolled my eyes.

"Did you really need a ninety three story building?" I asked him.

"What? I think that's appropriate. I originally wanted to make it an even hundred, but couldn't get the permits to build that high."

"I'm sure you would have found a way." I chuckled. Tony turned his head to look at me.

"Eh, wasn't worth the trouble."

The elevator stopped a second later and the doors slid open. We got off and I just stared at the beautiful kitchen.

"Welcome to the guest kitchen. Since you will be my guest for the next," he faked looking at his watch, making me laugh, "who knows, you are welcome to use it how you'd like. It's fully stocked, so go crazy." He waved me off and I walked to the marble island and ran my hand along it. I've always liked to cook. Well, I'm better at baking, but I'm still a pretty good cook. I walked to the giant fridge and opened it. Tony was correct, it was fully stocked. I shut it and walked to a large, cherry wood door and opened it. It was a walk in pantry, stocked from floor to ceiling.

"What do you do with the food that starts going bad? There's no way all this could be eaten." I poked my head out and asked.

"Pepper donates it to a soup kitchen, or something like that." He says and takes a seat at the island. I walked through the pantry till I found packaged Japanese ramen. I quickly grabbed a pack before thinking and grabbing another. I walked out and set them on the counter. "Ramen? Really? You have a whole pantry full of food and you pick packaged ramen?" Tony asked in disbelief.

"If prepared properly it's delicious." I said and walked to the fridge. I grabbed eggs, round eye steak, green onion, and cilantro. I then went through all the cabinets till I found two pots. I filled them with water at placed them on the stove.

Once they were boiling I placed the eggs in one and the noodles in another. I mixed all the sauce packets together and made the broth. I sliced the steak extra thin, I grabbed two bowls, and poured some noodles with broth in them. I added the steak and toppings next.

To finish it off, I added a soft boiled egg. I was looking through all the drawers before I finally found chopsticks. I handed a bowl to Tony and placed my own bowl next to him. He looked at the bowl skeptically, but eventually took a bite.

"Hmm, not bad." He said as he took another bite.

"Why, thank you." I said dramatically and started eating from my own bowl. After we were done, I cleaned up and put everything away.

"I guess I should show you to your rooms." Tony said and stood.

"I-I'm sorry, did you say rooms? As in plural?" I asked wide eyed.

"That would be correct. They're on the floor above this one." He said and walked back to the elevator. "J.A.R.V.I.S. take us up one floor." Tony said once we were in the elevator.

"Right away, Sir." The polite A.I. answered back. When we reached the floor I looked around. There was a big lounging area with table games and a large TV.

"Ok, so your room is on the right." Tony said. "J.A.R.V.I.S. will help you if you ever get lost. There are about twelve guest rooms on this floor, but they don't get used often." Tony started walking down a hallway with about two doors on each side and one at the end of the hall. When we got to the first door he stopped, causing me to almost run into him. "This one will be yours." He said and opened the first door on the right.

It was a huge room. There was a very large bed pushed to the wall on my right with some furniture next to it. There were two doors in the room. One on the same wall as the bed and one on the opposite wall. There was a fireplace on the wall opposite the bed with a red couch in front of it. It looked cozy.

"Holy shit, this is a big room." I said and stepped in.

"That's not even the best part." Tony said and stepped in with me. He turned and grabbed some kind of remote next to the door. "Here." He said and handed me the remote. "Press the fifth button."

I looked at him confused, but pressed it. The wall across from the door wasn't a normal wall, I found out. It was a glass wall. The normal illusion faded away to show the city below. I was entirely speechless.

"You can also change the scenery to anywhere. It also shows movies." Tony said proudly. "This remote also controls the fireplace, lights, and speakers in the room."

"Speakers?" I asked.

"Yeah, so you could play music, or whatever." He answered. "Bathroom has its own remote. It's the door to the left. The closet is the door to the right."

"Right, well I don't need that much room. I've only got these clothes, so it's going to be a pretty empty closet." I commented. Tony froze for a moment.