The Mimic

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A/N: For the future, which infinity stone would you like us to go get? I have a mission in mind, and it will be a solo mission, so it cannot be the soul stone. Make sure you give a reasoning for the stone (for example, someone may not be fit to go on the mission, or maybe the mission went wrong, so y/n had to step in and find the stone from a different place in the timeline). I love you all so much, and buckle in for a longer chapter! <3

"One punch. I just want to throw one punch." Y/n muttered to Thor.

The whole team were back inside, but had instead moved to the missions room as it was more suitable for Bruce to treat Tony whilst filling him in on everything that had happened. Y/n and Thor were sat on one of the tables in the corner of the room, keeping as much distance from Tony as possible without leaving the room.

Y/n didn't want to be in the missions room. She didn't want to be in any room with Tony. Hell, she didn't want to be in any building with Tony. His voice was unbearable. It was hard enough dealing with Bruce, she didn't want to deal with him too. She had no sympathy for him, no care for his act of self-pity, nothing. The only thing that was keeping y/n in the room was the possibility that she'd be able to attack him.

"We both know that's not true, y/n." Thor sighed, pretending to still be listening to whatever Bruce was talking about. He understood y/n's anger and need for revenge, but he also understood the consequences of revenge. After Loki was murdered, Thor tried to take revenge by making Thanos die a slow, painful death. He aimed for the chest, not the head, and that mistake led to the alien snapping away half of the universe. All because he was clouded by his own anger and grief.

God, he'd tried to block all of that out. Just the remembrance of Loki being murdered right in front of him caused his whole body to tense. He sat up a little straighter, blinking hard to get rid of the tears in his eyes. "Hey, my brother used to do this thing where he'd create an illusion of fireworks exploding out of his hand, can you-" Thor paused, trying to regain his composure. "Can you do that? Y'know, it might help you calm down a little." He said with a weak smile. He didn't want y/n to do it so it'd calm her down, he wanted y/n to do it because she was the closest thing he had left to Loki. She still had his powers.

Y/n frowned a little in confusion and frustration. She didn't want to use her powers as a party trick at the moment, she wanted to use her powers to beat Tony to the ground. But, as she turned her head to argue with him, she noticed the tears in Thor's eyes. Her face softened into one of sympathy, tilting her head to the side in curiosity. "Are you okay..?" She asked in a hushed tone. Y/n had never seen Thor upset. He was always a happy, bubbly person in front of her.

"Yes, yes, of course I am!" Thor exclaimed with a nervous chuckle, forcing a smile toward y/n. "This meeting is just boring me to tears, that's all." He hummed. "I thought that a few fireworks would be a fun distraction for us, don't you think?" He asked in a slightly shaky tone. He didn't want to feel like a burden, nor did he want y/n to worry about him. He'd been through death before. His mother, his father, killing his sister, and now Loki. He could handle it. Yeah, he could handle it.

Y/n knew that Thor was lying. She could see it in his eyes. She could've mimicked Wanda's powers to read his mind, but she didn't want to. It didn't feel right. So, y/n simply nodded. She opened her hand so it was facing the ceiling, watching as tiny fireworks begun to burst out of her palm. The fireworks were silent, meaning that it didn't disturb the team, but it was beautiful. A tiny array of colours sparkling out of the palm of her hand. "I used to do this for the kids in Wakanda."