《A Twist Of Marvel || Infinity War》25. Quotes
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(Through the eyes of Tony.)
"Elementary, my dear Watson."
For reasons unknown, the only female member of their expanded party periodically insisted on quoting Sherlock Holmes as they traveled from the fields into Stark's laboratory. Even Tony himself, who was by far the most filled-in on all of Naomi's knowledge, had no idea why she smiled like she knew a terrible secret about both him and Doctor Strange. He hoped it had to do with his massive intellect, ego aside, but his knowledge of Naomi Swanson told him it was for an entirely different reason.
"By the Gods, what are you saying?" Loki asked for the third time, now the only one left with the energy to be interested in what she was talking about. Tony had taken a notice to the mans apparent interest in Naomi, putting the thought on the back burner for now, since half the universe was at stake and all. However it didn't fail to irk him whenever Loki or Naomi locked eyes for a little too long to not mean something. Tony knew that she knew exactly who Loki was, perhaps better than him, but the glances did nothing to help his opinion of the God. He preferred Thor now more than ever, appreciating the blonde's strictly platonic, and almost overly formal relationship with the woman.
"Should I answer chronologically, or alphabetically?" Once again, Naomi dodged questions with an untraceable quote. Whilst everyone else rolled their eyes, with the exclusion of Thor, Loki only seemed more invested in figuring out what she was on about. He practically analyzed her as they walked through the hallways of the Avengers facility; Tony was trying to focus on where they were going instead of how little Loki focused on the decor around them. Thankfully, they soon enough arrived at the famed Stark Lab, activating its various holograms and machinery as they entered in the sliding doors. Tony didn't hesitate in making himself at home, fussing around with various gadgets, and even pulling up Stephen Strange's character profile for review, the information largely provided by his partner in crime.
Strange himself was more preoccupied with keeping an eye on Loki, apparent unimpressed with the advanced technology that surrounded him. Looking back to Stephen's profile, Tony read that his new life was most likely entirely without electricity, some form of life magic or whatever powering everything. It all seemed incredibly boring to the billionaire.
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"So then," Thor broke into the silence, setting the Tesseract and skull set down on a table nearby, which nearly bent under their weight. "What business do you have with my brother, Wizard?" He was quite casual, since his brother was indeed the God of Mischief, Tony imagined that random people having a bone to pick with Loki was normal procedure.
"I prefer the term Master of the Mystic Arts." Strange commented dryly, and Tony considered it as a missed opportunity for some real sassiness. Naomi had failed to mention how uptight this wizard was. He did, however, have some amazing facial hair, Tony thought to himself. His cheekbones were also quite sculpted, and his eyes were-
"I knew you would say that." Naomi mumbled unprompted, a small smirk of victory on her lips. Had she been in a room of average people, they might no have caught the comment. However she was standing near Tony, and the other three in the room were either Gods or Wizards, so everyone heard it.
"Excuse me?" Strange asked, not impolitely but a touch frustrated, which was warranted after the Sherlock quotes. Half of which weren't even actual quotes, in the minds of the superheroes, who didn't know what Naomi did.
Caught red-handed, Tony watched in amusement as she was at a loss for words for a moment, seemingly intimidated by Strange's question. It was always quite funny how she reacted to any superheroes she met. From what Tony had seen, it involved several incredulous stares and some embarrassing blushes. Her generally cool and sarcastic demeanor was easily flustered, which almost made up for the all-knowing smirks she had worn since she began the quote rampage.
"Oh! I uh, know the future?" The last bit came out as a question, the woman floundering under the doctors intense gaze. Out of the corner of Tony's eye, he could see that Thor was also amused by Naomi's reaction, beginning to drop the remainder of his formal attitude around her. His brother, on the other hand, didn't seem to take it well that she was blushing slightly under Strange's question.
"You know the future?" Strange repeated, cocking an eyebrow. To his credit, Naomi wasn't exactly convincing at the moment as she chewed her lip nervously.
"Yeah, I actually need to, uh, talk to you- about that." It was choppy, but the sentence was still coherent and was probably a victory in Naomi's mind. Strange was clearly impatient to get onto the topic of Loki, continuously glancing over at him suspiciously, but he waited for her to elaborate. As she pondered where to begin, resting her hands on her hips, the rest of the men gathered into a loose circle, situated in the middle of Stark's pristine lab.
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"Well, i'm from another dimension, and over there, pretty much everyone knows about this dimension's future, although no one else knows this dimension actually exists." Naomi was more fluid in her words, having given explanations of her situation several times before. This particular summary was more convoluted than the version Tony had heard, but Strange managed to keep up. He took more of an interest as Naomi continued, his focus on Loki slipping away.
"So basically I know what would have happened in this dimension if I hadn't shown up, and now I'm here to stop that future from happening." She finished, nodding definitively. Tony and Thor, whom had both been filled in on this information, nodded along with her, however to Strange ad Loki, this was uncharted territory.
"You're saying that if you hadn't come here, something catastrophic would have occurred?" Strange was quick to catch on, easily warming to the idea of alternate dimensions. Of course, Naomi had neglected to mention the entire movie situation, and if Tony remembered correctly, Strange was not new to being exposed to radically different ideas than that he was used to.
"Yeah." Naomi answered simply. "You can probably check with the Time Stone." She gestured to the ornamental necklace Strange wore as though she was speaking about something perfectly normal and bland. Tony was the only man who didn't react to her mention of the Infinity Stone, reveling in the fact that she had told him more than anyone else. Probably because she was the first person she ever even explained it to, but Tony didn't let that rain on his parade.
The Asgardians in the room openly started in surprise, Thor gaping slightly as he craned to observe the necklace; Loki staring at Naomi incredulously. Stephen Strange himself widened his eyes as he reached to touch the pendant, the gears in his brain turning as he tried to determine just what she knew. Naomi noticed the sudden tension in the room, sharing a look with Tony that read, 'jeez, how touchy.'
"Your visions of the future have shown you the time stone?" Strange breathed, now completely ignoring Loki as he considered this new possibility. Tony observed that Naomi seemed more comfortable in the attention of the wizard, growing accustomed to it faster than she had with Thor. At this rate, her reactions would be totally bland by the time she met the dozens of other heroes, Tony thought to himself, disappointed.
"Yeah. Or the Eye of Agamotto, if uh, you wanna call it that."
Her casual usage of the name only masters of the mystic arts knew paled Strange slightly, giving a slight huff as he traced over the necklace. He looked down at it for a moment, considering his options before questioning the woman.
"You said I should use the stone to look into the future? To see what you saw?" He said, his gaze unwavering as he peered at her. The man struck Tony as terribly serious, and probably unable to take a joke.
"Uh-huh," Naomi nodded, biting her lip once more. "If you look into all the different versions of the future, the ones where I didn't show up will probably appear." She matched his somber tone, as Tony, Thor and Loki continued to watch the situation, not having anything to contribute.
"Prove to me you can see the future." Strange stated, the Eye of Agamotto resting in one hand as the over hovered over it. He wavered slightly in his trust of her, seemingly unsure of his next action. It was a refreshing look for the doctor, at least for Tony. Naomi pondered his request for a moment, though Tony was sure she would just pull out her phone to show footage. However her access to literal evidence of the future seemed to slip her mind.
"What if I prove to you that i've seen things no one else has?" She asked instead, the Asgardians and Tony leaning forward in anticipation. Strange nodded to her, signaling that that would be enough to prove herself. With a confidence she had lost her grip on once Strange turned his full attention onto her, Naomi gave her answer.
"Dormammu, i've come to bargain."
The look on the wizards face was nothing short of alarming, leaving the rest of the heroes contemplating how little they apprehended of her knowledge, even Tony.
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