I'm not that bad.(Tony Stark x Adoptive Reader)

37

Night had come just as quickly as the day started.
Steve and Tony had walked to the living room, and were cuddling on the couch while you stayed in your room, trying to figure out how you would be redecorating. You examined every detail, looking in 'aww' at how much effort was put into the room, let alone the whole house.
You let out a long yawn, and tossed yourself onto your bed, not bothering to change out of your cloths.
You slowly rolled onto your stomach, placing one hand over your head and the other under your pillow and slowly closed your eyes.
"I'm gonna love it here."
You thought, letting your sleep take over, relaxing, immediately going into a dream.

~Dream~
Your bag was stuffed but you didn't care, you continues to fill the bag with items of importance to you, clothes, and money.
In the end you had 20 pictures, 4 outfits, and a little over one thousand dollars.
You tossed your bag out the window, knowing the fall wouldn't break anything.
You carefully and slowly climbed out, making sure your feet were properly positioned against the side of the house.
As you made your way down, the only thing you were saying was,
"177a, Bleecker Street."
On repeat.
You grabbed your bag, slugging it over your shoulder and started to run. Letting your new house get smaller and smaller behind you.
When you made it the edge of the city, the words still mumbling under your breathe, you hailed a taxi and spoke, "Bleecker Street"
The taxi showed up on the street as if magic, you got out and began to run more. Not caring if you paid or not.
173
174
175
176
177
'I'm here' you thought as you knocked on the door, immediately being teleported in.
You shook your head and focused your eyes on the floating man, in the center of the room. He was a wearing a blue shirt and a long red cape as yellow sparks surrounded him.
"(Y/n). My name is Doctor Ste-"

~end of dream~

You shot out of bed, panting.
You didn't know why.
You weren't scared, or shocked.
So why were you panting? You through off your blanket and right beside your feet was a card.
It was yellow, and worn down.
But the words were familiar- too familiar. You gently picked up the card, rubbing it between your thumb and index finger. You squinted your eyes, trying to read the words in your dimly lit room. When finally managed to make out the words your stunned and shocked at the same time. The card read:
'177a, Bleecker Street'
"Son of a bitch." you said to yourself, as you started to rub your temples, trying to process what was happening.
After a few seconds you looked at your clock and saw that it was 3a.m.
"Might as well go take a look." you said, as you started to pack a bag with the exact same items, only this time you had less money.
You changed clothes, into something durable, and that you could kick ass in.
You put your earbuds in your ears, turing on your playlist which started to play: Let there be more light by Pink Floyd, and shoved your phone in your back pocket.
You tossed your back onto the ground, and jumped down, making sure to roll as soon as your feet touched the ground, as to not hurt yourself.
You grabbed your back and slung it over your shoulder, walking towards the car, that was shining black in the moonlight. You reached your hand behind the tire and felt around, trying to find the 'emergency key' that Steve had hid in an old mint can. When you found it you took the key and jumped in the car, started the engine, and began driving off.
"Steve and Dad are going to kill me." you said out loud as you put your music on through the radio, trying to clear your mind, and think of something else, other then how mad Tony and Steve were going to be if they found out.
You continued to drive, being rather good at it, from having driven your 'dad' around since you were 7.
You were almost pushing 80 miles an hour, when you suddenly slammed on the brakes, and jerked the wheel: causing you to drift around the corner, onto a lonely street. You looked at the street sign, that was almost directly under the street light. You could barely see, but were able to make out the words 'Bleecker Street'
The sign read as you opened the car door and shut it gently.
You began to walk on the sidewalk, reading the door numbers as you did so.
"173a. 174a. 175a. 176a. Here we are.....177a." you spoke as you knocked on the door, barely remembering that it was 3 in the morning.
"Please open the door. Please open the door. Please open the door." you added as you crossed your fingers and closed your eyes tightly.
When you opened them, there you were. Just like in your dream. Standing in front of a floating man who was wearing a blue shirt and a red cape, with yellow sparks around him.
"H-hello." you spoke.
"Your the one I saw in my dream." you said quietly, hoping he didn't hear, as you extended your hand.
The Doctor looked you up and down, finally shaking your hand.
"Yes, I am. And you must be (y/n)?" He asked.
"Um...y-yes I am." you said, taking your earbuds out of your ears and scratched the back of your neck.
"Um....I hate to be rude. But....y-your name?" you asked, causing the doctor to chuckle and nod his head.
"Of course. How rude. My name is Doctor Steven Strange." he spoke as he picked up a book and started flipping through the pages.
"Do you know your here?" he asked, as he closed his book with a loud 'bang!'
"Um......b-because of my dream?" you asked, which caused Strange to chuckle more.
"No." he said, flying closer to you.

"Because you screwed up the time line."