Naomi blinked. Then blinked again. The expansive, white room in front of her had appeared in her vision almost immediately. She had been looking at Smith when she pushed the button, and a second later her vision turned black, though she hadn't closed her eyes. Before Naomi could comprehend what was happening, this room appeared in place of Smith and her apartment. Clearing her throat, Naomi looked down at the phone, the small screen displaying that it was still calling her cell. She nodded in an attempt to clear her head, and looked up to get a better bearing of her surroundings. She was standing next to a large bed, which was laid against one wall of a luxurious, yet sparse bedroom. There was a small living room in the far right corner, along with a full bar opposite. Naomi raised an eyebrow with a smile. If the call had worked, this was definitely Tony's room.

Turning in place, Naomi looked behind her to see she was just inches away from a bedside table, upon which her cell- set to silent- was lit up with an unknown caller. "Very good, then." She smiled, hanging up the call. It didn't hurt her finger nearly as much to work with a touchscreen, as opposed to the hard little buttons on Smith's phone. Her pointer still felt sore from pushing the call button- and, Naomi realized as she though of it- so did her arms. There was a faint tingling sensation under all of the wrappings, which only piqued Naomi's curiosity about the state of her forearms underneath. The most important thing was that they were functional- albeit her fingers were annoyingly weak and stiff.

Naomi shrugged it off, sliding both phones into her back pockets with some difficulty. Not only did her arms sting something fierce, the Asgardian leather wasn't exactly prone to stretching. Naomi cursed internally- she really should have changed in her apartment. She had been wearing the same outfit for god knows how long... Naomi stopped her train of thought suddenly. When she focused on it, she had been wearing the Asgardian clothes for what, maybe two days? It came as quite a shock, to think about just how short of a time she had had in this dimension. It was almost frighting the amount of experiences she went through in so short a time, not to mention the connections she made. Hell, she even fell in-

Naomi's thoughts jerked to a stop again. Loki. She was getting distracted, standing around in Tony's room thinking about the last time she did laundry. What she needed to be thinking about was getting to Loki, as soon as possible. Or Tony, or Bruce or Thor, any of the Avengers really. Naomi just needed to get into contact with someone so she could assure them that she was not, in fact, dead. She looked around the room, quickly noting the door and making her way out. Smith had informed her that she had been out cold for around two days, which hadn't been the longest Naomi had ever slept for, but still alarming. She entered into an even larger room, with an even larger living area, and not to mention a larger bar. Tony had his priorities in check, all right. Naomi could help but smile as she sped up, walking a little faster across the room towards the elevator. She hadn't been in Tony's living space before at the complex, but Naomi knew him well enough to know that the man held an entire floor to himself. No point in staying on it if he wasn't in there.

Awkwardly, Naomi pushed the down button with her elbow, unwilling to abuse her fingers any further. After a moment, the metal doors opened with a ding, and she stepped inside, pressing the first floor button the same way. She figured the best thing to do would be to make her way to the lobby, and try to see if any SHIELD staff had been brought back to work reception. After all, the Avengers complex was a vast area, and without any real idea where the heroes were, Naomi figured wandering around wouldn't do her much good. The chances of her running into anyone of significance on accident were quite slim-

The elevator halted on the third floor, doors sliding open smoothly to accommodate more riders. Naomi froze up in sheer disbelief as Steve, Sam, Bucky, and Natasha all filed in. Perhaps she should have been starstruck, as she had been when first meeting the likes of Peter and Tony. But now, Naomi only closed her eyes in exasperation that of course, she would just happen to run into four superheroes at once. In a huge complex with several buildings, hundreds of rooms, and countless other elevators. Damn universe 616.

Naomi glanced around at them as the doors closed. Dressed casually, they had placed themselves on the opposite end of the elevator, standing at but not leaning against any of the walls as Naomi had done. When she suddenly made eye contact with Natasha, it dawned upon Naomi that she had never met any of them, and they had only seen her at a distance from across a battlefield, getting just a tad strangled. From their tense body language, she guessed that they were thinking she might be a threat. Naomi cursed herself again for not changing out of the Asgardian armor- it wasn't helping her case. Ah well. Naomi had been through too much to be intimidated by talking to anyone, especially now that she had some coffee in her.

Naomi cleared her throat, drawing their immediate attention. She threw a lazy smirk at Steve, "Before we get started... does anyone wanna get out?"

His mildly alarmed expression made Naomi snort with amusement, even though all four of them had adjusted their footing into an offensive stance. She supposed that it might not have been the best line to say as an introduction to four on-edge people who could all whoop her ass with one hand, but Naomi just shrugged it off. "Sorry 'bout that. Force of habit." She smiled, raising her hands up a bit to indicate she didn't mean any harm. Natasha's eyes stayed trained on her face, watching for any hints of deception, no doubt, but Naomi saw Bucky's gaze flicker to her bandaged hands. Maintaining her easy smile, Naomi stuck out a hand toward Steve, before quickly realizing her mistake and retracting it. "Better not, actually. My hands are a little banged up, grabbing at the Space Stone and all." She shrugged, ignoring how tense the small space was.

The elevator came to a stop, the four still staring down Naomi with clear confusion and suspicion. Well, Natasha was staring up, actually, but still managing to look very intimidating. Naomi sighed, mentally reminding herself to stop getting sidetracked so she could get to Loki and Tony.

"How did you know that?" Steve questioned, his voice deep and clear. Naomi smiled, still delighted to be meeting the four though she wasn't intimidated by them. By this point, she had forgotten how to see the heroes like she used to, like they were fantastical characters out of movies come to life. Now, she realized, Naomi looked out and saw four people. Respectable people, yes, who had done many heroic deeds and fought against the odds, but people none the less. It was refreshing.

"My name is Naomi Swanson." She grinned, watching their faces fall, eyes wide and mouths slacking open. "You might have heard that I'm a prophet," the door opened, ding cutting through her speech. Naomi stepped out, loving every second as the four followed out after her, expressions comically stricken.

"Yeah, a dead one." Sam pointed out, eyebrows arched. Naomi shrugged.

"You also might have heard that. It's wrong. Obviously."

"Wait," Nat said. "I remember you, you took a swing at Thanos."

"And missed." Bucky grunted, crossing his arms. Naomi clicked her tongue, feeling a tad embarrassed now that they were brining up her iffy performance on the field. Not her fault that Strange shoved a sword into her hands and portal-ed her in front of the Titan.

"Well, the Avengers won in the end, that's all that matters. Besides, my expertise tends to be quoting random dialogue from your past, present, and future." Naomi grinned, getting back into her groove. With the sense of impending doom that Thanos had given her gone, Naomi found it a lot easier to joke around and mess with superheroes. "Now, can anyone point me in the direction of Loki, and or Tony? I need to tell them I'm not, you know," Naomi shrugged, "dead."