"So, let me get this straight—you just shifted here?" Tony asked, leaning casually against a table, arms crossed, his brow arched in disbelief. His tone was laced with sarcasm, but his curiosity was undeniable. He watched you closely, analyzing every little movement, every word. This wasn't something they encountered every day—hell, not even every universe.

You sat on a chair in the middle of the room, the chains that had restrained you now gone, though the faint ache around your wrists lingered. You rubbed at them absentmindedly, your fingers tracing the sore spots as you glanced around the room, feeling the weight of their stares. Thor, Steve, Natasha, Bruce—they were all watching you, waiting for an explanation. Even Clint had perched himself on a ledge nearby, quietly observing.

"Pretty much," you said with a slight shrug, your voice calm. "I imagined Avengers Tower, focused on it, and—" You spread your hands in a gesture of finality. "Here I am."

Tony scoffed, pushing off the table. "Right. Because it's that simple. Just think about a place, and bam, you're there."

"Exactly," you replied, your lips curling into a small smirk. "Though I'll admit... walking in without a plan wasn't my best move."

Natasha's sharp gaze narrowed. "You're telling us you have the power to cross dimensions? Just like that?"

"Not just cross them," you clarified, tilting your head slightly. "I can live in them. Experience them. Your world? I've been a part of it since I was a kid." You leaned back in the chair, your posture relaxed despite the tension in the room. "But being here physically? That's new."

Steve stepped forward, his expression stern but measured. "And why now? Why show up here? What do you want?"

You met his gaze, your blindfold hiding your eyes, but your confidence was unmistakable. "Because I can. And, honestly? Why wouldn't I? This place..." You gestured around. "It's a world people dream about. Heroes. Gods. Legends. You're everything stories are made of."

The room fell into a brief silence, each Avenger processing your words. Finally, Tony shook his head, a dry chuckle escaping him.

"Okay, so you're a dimensional tourist," he said. "Great. But let me ask you this—what's stopping you from being a threat?"

At that, your smirk widened. "Nothing. Except I'm not."

Thor, who had been silent until now, stepped closer, his eyes narrowing with interest. "Tell me, maiden—are you here for adventure, or does fate have a greater purpose for you?"

You chuckled softly. "Guess we'll find out together, won't we?"

Your head tilted slightly, your expression calm but calculating. Though your eyes remained hidden behind your blindfold, the room's energy was palpable—tense, weary, uncertain. You could practically feel the weight of it pressing down on the Avengers. It wasn't just curiosity that lingered in the air; there was exhaustion, frustration, and a lingering unease that hadn't quite settled.

Your lips curled into a knowing smile as your head cocked to the side, your blindfolded gaze sweeping across them, taking in the subtle tension in their stances. Every Avenger in the room was poised, as if ready for another fight to break out at any moment. Even Tony, who tried to project nonchalance, had his shoulders set just a bit too rigidly, his eyes just a bit too sharp.

"And from your tense postures," you said, your voice smooth and composed, "I assume you've just faced Ultron."

The shift in the room was immediate. Thor's grip on Mjolnir tightened slightly. Natasha's eyes narrowed, her fingers twitching toward her belt as if ready to reach for a weapon. Steve's jaw clenched, and Tony's expression flickered with a mix of surprise and intrigue.

Tony raised an eyebrow. "So, what, you're a mind reader too? Or did someone send you with a news update?"

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. "No need to read minds. I can feel it—the tension in the air, the exhaustion in your movements. It's not hard to piece together." You leaned forward slightly, resting your elbows on your knees, your smile lingering. "Besides, Ultron's... kind of a big deal in your world."

Bruce frowned, stepping closer, his curiosity piqued. "And how exactly do you know about Ultron?"

You shrugged, still relaxed. "I told you—I've been part of this world for a long time. I know your stories, your battles, your victories... and your losses."

Steve crossed his arms, his gaze unwavering. "If you know so much about us, why come here now? Why not earlier?"

You tilted your head again, your smirk returning. "Because now is when it gets interesting. And let's be honest..." Your voice dropped just slightly, a playful lilt to your tone. "You could use someone like me."

The room grew quiet, each Avenger processing your words, unsure whether to trust you—or stop you. But the truth was undeniable.

You did know them. And that made you dangerous.