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..."

---Flashback---

Hovering at the edge of the dirty New York alleyway, Naomi watched with interest as a small group of people gathered around a section of the wall. The alley was quite familiar to Naomi, thought she couldn't place her finger on it. It felt like she had see it in a movie before.

The group was murmuring something, speaking in unison as they each took turns to touch the wall, racing something she couldn't see. Intrigued, Naomi quietly stepped in closer, craning her neck to get a view of what the group was writing on the brick wall. They didn't notice her presence, clearly engrossed in their work and their rhythmic chanting. One person in the center clutched a gray backpack tightly, as though it were precious to them. Vaguely, Naomi hoped it was a song of some sort, and not a demonic ritual.

As she drew closer, she noticed that when each person went up to the wall, they never actually touched it, their fingers hovering over it and strange symbols appearing. Naomi halted her movement when they began to speak louder, and she realized that they were speaking in a foreign language. Naomi was no expert in Latin, but based on her movie knowledge, they were chanting in it. It was clearly cult behavior, but it confused her as they weren't dressed as she felt a cult should be. They were a variety of people, all dressed in typical New York streetwear, though some were more fashionable then others.

Naomi's attention was pulled away from the group' outfits as they finished their chant, pulling away from the wall which they had been writing on. She watched in pure awe as a ripple went through the wall, transforming it. The red bricks changed their shade to a muddy brown, the writings and various graffiti disappearing as new cracks and blemishes appeared in the wall. Naomi hardly noticed how the group of people remained away from the new wall as she made her way toward it, as if pulled in by an invisible force. As she approached, a member of the cult noticed her, and cried out in the foreign language. The cry startled Naomi, who turned around to face the cult, who was now staring at her defensively. One of the members started toward her, kicking Naomi's fight or flight response in as she backed up. This only cause her to get closer to the wall, eventually brushing her hand against it as the group watched in horror.

They began to cry out and scream as Naomi made contact with the wall, the latin words the last things she heard as Naomi blacked out.

When Naomi awoke, she was alone in the alleyway, her head fuzzy and her mouth dry, but otherwise unharmed. After checking herself for any signs of injury or robbery, she dismissed the entire event, all too eager to get into the next coffee shop she could find.

---Flashback end---

Naomi cleared her throat again loudly as she finished recounting her experience with the strange cult. Meeting Tony's eyes, she waited anxiously to see if he would believe her. He certainly didn't have much reason to, and as Naomi listened to herself she realized that it didn't seem very realistic. Though, this dimension had already witnessed a portal open in the sky over New York, so maybe she had a chance.

"Okay." Tony nodded, turning back to his holograms and machinery. Naomi bit her lip as she waited for him to say something. She watched as he typed quickly on a holographic keyboard, bringing up a model of the alleyway, expanding it so he could highlight the wall she had describes touching before turning to a different screen. "Let's say for a moment that I believe you." Tony began, looking over to Naomi, where she let out a small sigh of relief. "It's not exactly the craziest thing i've ever heard, as long as we're sharing secrets," he shrugged, his eyes flitting over a moving screen of code before nodding, his expression satisfied. "Alright, i've got readings of an energy spike from that wall, i'll look into it more later but for now, you check out." Tony sauntered back to Naomi, seemingly happy that she was actually telling the truth.

"But there's still something you haven't explained." Tony pointed at her, his dramatic flair slipping through his serious expression. "How did you know the kid's identity?" Naomi raised her eyebrows, her lips forming an 'o' as she realized she left a crucial detail about her dimension out of the explanation.

"Well... about that." Naomi said awkwardly. If she thought discussing the cult was difficult, she had no idea how to tell Tony he was a movie character. The best way, she supposed, was to just rip off the band-aid, nice and fast.

"You're a movie character..." Naomi trailed off with a frown as she watched for Tony's reaction. If she had been expecting something big she was largely disappointed, because he only raised an eyebrow at her wild claim.

"Uh huh."

"Im serious, i'm from a different dimension, we already proved that with the energy spike and the cult." Naomi gestured with her hands as she spoke, desperate to convince her hero that she wasn't crazy. "So in my dimension, superhero's aren't real. It's just...movies and comic books and stuff." Tony's expression shifted, wary and concerned as he took in her words without fully believing them.

"You, and Peter and the Avengers, it's all... fiction." Naomi stopped, unsure what more she could do to convince him without breaking out the personal information she knew about him. It was starting to feel really invasive, seeing as she literally saw his greatest fears, and his anxiety and ptsd on a movie screen.

Tony frowned at her, pressing his hands against his mouth as he gazed at her, thinking hard. "How can I believe you?" He asked. Naomi was at a loss before she remembered what she has in her pocket. Gasping excitedly, she took out her phone and realized how she could prove it to Tony.

Earlier, during the car ride with Peter and Happy, Naomi had looked up where Tom Holland was. The response that Google gave her was clearly from her dimension's internet, seeing as it literally told her he was on an avengers film set. Excitedly, Naomi looked back up to Tony,who was watching her amusedly, clearly feeling the superiority of his own tech versus her slightly outdated iPhone. It wasn't her fault that assistant's don't make enough money to but a new model every year.

"I can show you- my phone- it can still look up movie clips and stuff!" Naomi gestured for Tony to come closer as she typed in her passcode and turned to youtube. Hesitantly, Tony joined her side as he watched her type in 'Iron Man' to the search bar. The first video to pop up was labeled, 'Iron Man Suit Ups (and other favorite scenes),' before clicking on it, Naomi turned to the side, seeing Tony's reaction to her screen. He was staring at the thumbnail of the video, the gears in his head turning as he no doubt tried to decipher if the image was something the internet of this dimension had access to.

The first clip was from the first Iron Man movie, Naomi recognized, beginning with a cinematic shot of a younger Tony Stark in his garage, the circular arc reactor prominent in his chest.

"Yeah. I can fly." The younger Tony spoke in the video, the shot switching to show his early Iron Man suit assembling itself onto his legs as he spoke to JARVIS. However, a quick glance at the Tony Stark by her side told Naomi that there was no need for any more footage. She paused it, the nostalgia from the first movie washing away as she watched Tony back away from her. Naomi suddenly regretted showing him the footage as his face paled, and she turned off her phone, clutching it to her chest. They waited in silence for several moments- Tony mulling over what he had been shown, and Naomi waiting like a child fearing a scolding. Mentally, she kicked herself for not realizing that showing someone footage of their private moments wasn't the best route to go. She was concerned for what kind of impact this could have on Tony, but deep down she also dreaded him turning her away, for rejection from one of her heroes would be devastating.

Massaging his temples, Tony looked at Naomi, sighing at her anxious body language. She opened her mouth to speak, to apologize, anything, but Tony silenced her with a wave of his hand. Grunting, he made his way to the side of the room, tapping on a keypad installed in the wall. Naomi's heart sunk as the whirring of more machinery filled the silence between them, and she could only imagine what he was going to say to her. It definitely caught her off guard when the only thing that emerged from the wall was a bar, complete with stools and no doubt fully stocked. Tony proceeded to pour himself a glass of single-malt scotch on the ricks, downing it in one gulp.

Running a hand through his hair, Tony pulled out another glass, setting it decisively on the bar as he looked over to Naomi. He leaned on the counter tiredly, and Naomi relaxed when she couldn't detect any animosity in his gaze.

"Care for a drink?" He asked, already pouring himself a second glass. Naomi grinned.

"Oh hell yes."