The first thing Naomi noticed was her head. A light pounding filled it, along with a generally groggy and disgusting feeling over her entire body. Briefly, she reminisced about her college days when she drank beer like a maniac over the weekends. Naomi may be a fairly chill person day-to-day, but the weekends were her time away from stress- mostly.

The second thing Naomi noticed was the fact that she was laying down on a soft surface- running her fingers over it it felt expensive. Already that ruled out any of Naomi's hopes that she was back in her apartment, and confirmed that she was probably still in another dimension. Or crashing at a friends place- there really was no way to know. But one way to find out would be opening one's eyes, as Naomi subsequently did. A light brown tint lay across her vision, and she realized that she was still wearing her sunglasses. Deciding that they were probably saving her from bright fluorescent lighting, she kept them on. That, and she just loved her shades and felt more secure when she could literally see them at all times.

Studying the tall ceiling, Naomi noticed clean white paneling and bright strips of electric light running through the panels- undermining the need for lamps. A look to her right told Naomi that most of the light in the room came from the large glass wall however- cementing the fact that she was in the Avengers facility. She couldn't help but let a smile appear on her face as she took in the green fields criss-crossed with walkways. It was starting to get late, evident by the shade cast over the area. Surely, she thought to herself, something this amazing could never be built in my dimension.

Naomi was pulled from her thoughts as she felt a pressure appear on whatever she was lying on. Propping herself up onto her elbows with a light groan, she saw none other than Tony Stark, sitting on the end of the couch- so thats what she was laying on- by her feet. He looked amused at the sight of her, and Naomi felt a pang of jealousy that he didn't seem as hung over as she was. Groaning again, Naomi shifted herself into a sitting position, leaning against the cushions to continue taking the view.

"Heads up, Hepburn."

Naomi barely had time to glance at Tony before a water bottle collided with her torso, doing nothing to help her pounding temples. Of course, the genius had no mercy for her headache because as her head was down to look at the water bottle, a container of pills attacked her forehead next. They weren't heavy of course- but in Naomi's groggy and hungover state, the small plastic bottle knocked her over on the couch, leaving her slumped against the armrest. Tony immediately broke out into laughter at her pitiful state, and much to Naomi's regret, she joined in soon enough.

"Jesus, you're a riot- you know that?" Tony joked, swinging his feet up onto the couch- not caring that he was still wearing his shoes. Glancing at her own feet, Naomi noticed that someone had taken off her sneakers, which were definitely significantly dirtier than anything Tony owned.

"I do try my best." Naomi hummed as she took a swig of the water, inspecting the pills Tony had thrown at her. Happily, she realized they were painkillers, and wasted no time in downing two of them. "Think fast, Tin Man." Naomi smirked as she chucked the pills back at Tony, who of course easily caught them. Naomi dropped her jaw in overdramatic shock, ignoring the pain it sent through her skull.

"This is rigged man. You only caught it cause you're a superhero." She pouted, sinking further into the expensive couch. Tony snorted, rolling his eyes at her behavior and settling into the couch himself. They were seated in the middle of an Avengers lounge room, complete with a small kitchen off to the side and several large couches for maximum comfort. There was also a mini bar opposite the kitchen because this is Tony Stark, but neither of the room's occupants felt much like drinking now.

"How long have I been out?" Naomi asked, only worrying slightly that she was imposing on the billionaire. They had gotten drunk together not too long ago- and hosted a karaoke session.

"About three hours. You gotta step up your hangover game kid." Tony said, gazing out of the glass. Naomi fought off the urge to scoff when he called her a kid, until she remembered that that was what he called Peter. That, and Underoos of course.

"I apologize if I retired from day drinking after college." Naomi smirked, joining Tony in enjoying the view, her grogginess slowly fading away. It was hard to feel sick she was sitting on a couch with a superhero she had admired since she was a kid.

"Ah, where did you go?" Tony questioned, shifting his head to look at her, genuinely curious.

"Good old UCSD." Naomi said, removing her sunglasses as she reminisced on her college days. "It was expensive, definitely, but I think it was worth it. Moved out to Queens not long after I graduated." Naomi remembered her sorrowful goodbye with her parents back in California- where she grew up- and wondered what they were doing now. With a small frown, she realized that she was definitely missing from her dimension. Though thankfully no one would think she was kidnapped until she didn't show for work, so Naomi still had the weekend to get back home.

"Nice, I'm impressed. You drink like you went to Tulane though," Tony sassed. "I went to MIT myself." He finished, as though it were no big deal. Naomi smiled at the thought that it probably wasn't a big deal for Tony, considering that he was a genius. Unfortunately, Naomi was not quite so lucky to have been born a child prodigy.

"Didn't you go really young?" She asked, having trouble remembering the exact age he went to college before she realized it might make him uncomfortable that she knew that. It was probably public knowledge here anyway, but Naomi suddenly felt anxious that Tony would suddenly be offended by her vast knowledge of him and it would ruin the moment they were having. Thankfully for her, Tony didn't seem to be too affected by the question, pursing his lips as he considered it.

"I suppose 15 is pretty young to study electrical engineering and physics, but I guess you know all about that, huh?" Tony looked at her, his expression relaxed. Letting out a breath of relief, Naomi realized that Tony seemed to have gotten over his status as a movie character fairly quickly. He did have three hours to contemplate it while she was passed out however, she figured.

"Well no, not really." She shrugged, taking in Tony's surprised expression with a hint of confusion.

"I thought I was a big-shot movie character?" Tony questioned, raising an eyebrow at the brunette seated at the opposite end of the couch. Naomi started when she realized that Tony was under the impression she had watched him on screens for much longer than she really had. It made her wonder how he got over it so quickly if he thought secret cameras were following him his whole life. Of course, paparazzi had always hounded Tony, but the Marvel movies were a different level of invasive.

"Oh my god, no." Naomi breathed, anxious to correct him. "The movies only started when you first became Iron man. Theres no footage before that, not really." He looked pleasantly surprised at this, relaxing even more and smiling relievedly.

"So movies- plural- huh? I must be pretty popular." Tony smirked at her, the enlarging of his ego practically visible. But Naomi was aware of all the crazy shit Tony had going on under the surface, so she was only all too happy to reassure him of how beloved he was.

"Try three solo movies, plus the Avengers movies, and some screen time in Spiderman Homecoming." Naomi smirked back at him, though her smirk fell when she saw that Tony was actually surprised at his popularity. She paused for a moment, searching for words before continuing in a softer tone. "Tony Stark has been loved by, well, millions for years. We've, you know... seen sides of you that the people here haven't, and you really mean a lot to a lot of people."

Naomi's eyes were in her lap as she made her little speech, fully aware that she was one of the people she was talking about. The majority of people in her dimension probably weren't too emotionally affected by the Avengers and Marvel superheroes in general, but she wasn't one of those people. Naomi had been genuinely sucked in by the MCU since the first Iron man movie, and had probably spent a less than healthy amount of time on it since then. Enveloped by her thoughts, she hardly noticed the shift in the cushions as Tony stood up.

Naomi didn't even realize Tony was walking by her until he ruffled her hair as he strode past. It was quick and light, but it left Naomi's cheeks pink when she realized he was treating her like she had treated Peter earlier on in the day. Embarrassed, Naomi watched as Tony made his way over to the kitchen, looking back at her once he made it to the table.

"Catch up Hepburn, or you're not getting any dinner." Tony's smile was warmer then, and Naomi realized that he seemed lighter now. Naomi dismissed it, not wanting to read into it too much, but as she moved to join him, she secretly hoped that her words had helped take a load off of his worries.

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Tony mentioned that Naomi drank like she went to Tulane, which was ranked as the top party school in America as of 2018, just fyi.