In the end, the Avengers had no choice but to accept your presence. You made it clear—you weren't going to shift back home, not now. Not when Ultron was still out there, lurking in the shadows, and the threat he posed hung over their heads like a storm waiting to break.

Besides, the idea of leaving wasn't exactly appealing. You had finally made it here, into their world—a world of heroes and gods, of battles and victories, and you weren't about to give that up. Especially not when things were just getting interesting.

Tony, for all his sarcasm and suspicion, was surprisingly the first to relent.

"Well," he said, throwing his hands up, "guess you're not going anywhere. Might as well make yourself comfortable. Lucky for you, I'm a billionaire with a tower full of rooms. Congratulations, Y/N Gojo—you're officially our weirdest new roommate."

Thor huffed a laugh, though he still regarded you with wary curiosity. "A bold move, maiden. I like that."

Natasha gave you a measured glance, her expression unreadable. "Just don't make us regret it."

With that, it was settled. You were staying. No chains, no cell—just a room in the Avengers Tower, right in the heart of their world. Tony led you down one of the tower's many hallways, casually gesturing toward the open doors you passed.

"Pick one," he said over his shoulder. "Plenty to go around. And if you need anything... don't. You'll figure it out."

You chuckled to yourself as you wandered into one of the rooms, your fingers trailing along the doorframe. The space was sleek, modern, and far too luxurious for someone who had just crashed into their world unannounced. But then again, Tony Stark didn't do simple.

As you dropped onto the plush bed, the weight of your journey settled over you. You were here—really here. No more watching from the sidelines. No more shifting back and forth. This was your reality now, and the Avengers? They were your allies, whether they liked it or not.

And with Ultron looming, you had a feeling they'd be needing you soon enough.

SCENEBREAK

A day went by, and when you woke the next morning, the realization hit you with a rush of relief—you were still in the Avengers Tower. Thank god, you thought as you sat up, stretching out the stiffness in your limbs. For once, this wasn't just a dream or a fleeting shift. You were here.

After a quick shower, you pulled on your usual black clothing, tying your long white hair into a loose bun and securing your blindfold over your eyes. With a satisfied sigh, you made your way downstairs, the sleek, futuristic architecture of the tower greeting you at every turn.

"Good morning, Ms. Gojo," came J.A.R.V.I.S.'s smooth, polite voice as you entered the kitchen.

You smiled at the familiar sound. "Morning, J.A.R.V.I.S.," you replied, your tone casual as you rummaged through the fridge. Pulling out a carton of milk, you began gathering ingredients for breakfast, the scent of fresh coffee lingering in the air.

The soft thud of footsteps caught your attention. They were light, calculated—a hunter's gait. You smirked to yourself as you grabbed a pan and cracked an egg into it, your movements calm and unhurried.

"Thinking of sneaking up on me, are you, Archer?" you called over your shoulder, your voice playful but sharp.

Clint Barton, who had been creeping up behind you, froze mid-step. A sheepish grin tugged at his lips as he crossed his arms and leaned casually against the counter. "Caught me," he said with a shrug. "Guess I should've known better."

You chuckled, shaking your head as you poured the milk into your coffee. "You really thought you could sneak past me?"

Clint grinned, tapping the counter lightly. "Hey, I've taken down aliens, robots, and gods. Thought I'd give it a shot."

You slid the eggs onto a plate, turning to face him fully. "Well, good luck next time, Hawkeye. You'll need it."

Clint laughed, shaking his head as he grabbed a coffee mug. "I like you, Gojo. You're gonna keep us on our toes."

You smiled at Clint's comment, amusement dancing on your lips as you slid the pan off the heat. Just then, the doorbell echoed through the tower—a sound that seemed strange in such a high-tech place.

Clint raised an eyebrow, and the two of you shared a glance. "Expecting company?" he asked, sipping his coffee.

You shook your head, your smirk widening as J.A.R.V.I.S. spoke again. "Ms. Gojo, there's someone at the door for you."

"Huh," you hummed thoughtfully, flicking your fingers lazily. A faint shimmer of magic sparked in the air, threads of power weaving through the room. The magic slipped past a groggy, half-drunk Tony Stark, who had just wandered in, still in pajama bottoms and a band tee.

"Jesus!" Tony yelped, stumbling back as the magic whipped by him. "A little warning next time, Gojo!"

You chuckled, ignoring him as your magic continued its path. A low hum filled the air, growing louder as it reached the elevator.

Then came a metallic ding.

The elevator doors slid open, and out tumbled none other than Doctor Strange himself, magic wrapping around his neck like an invisible leash. He struggled against it, his cloak billowing angrily as he was dragged forward, his usual composure shattered by frustration.

"Let me go!" Strange snapped, his voice sharp as the magic tightened its grip, holding him by the scruff of his neck like an unruly cat.

Clint blinked, setting his coffee down slowly. "Uh... is this a wizard fight? Should I be concerned?"

Tony, who had recovered from his earlier scare, rubbed his eyes and groaned. "Nope. I'm going back to bed. Not dealing with this."

You, on the other hand, casually leaned against the counter, crossing your arms as you watched Strange struggle. "Good morning to you too, Stephen," you said with a smirk. "What brings you by so early? Don't tell me you missed me already."

Strange glared at you, tugging at the invisible grip. "You shifted into my world without warning—again. You're reckless, unpredictable, and—"

"Fabulous?" you interrupted, raising a brow beneath your blindfold.

Clint snorted. "I think he was gonna say dangerous."

Strange's eyes narrowed. "You can't just jump between universes without consequences."

"Consequences?" You tilted your head, your fingers twitching as you released the magic, letting Strange fall to the floor with a huff. "Oh, I know all about consequences, Doctor. But the real question is—are you here to lecture me... or to help?"

The tension hung in the air, thick and electric. Strange stood, brushing off his cloak, his sharp gaze locking onto yours. Despite his irritation, there was something else there—curiosity. Fascination.

"I'm here because this world's already in danger," Strange said, his tone softening slightly. "And if you're going to stay, we need to make sure you don't tip the scales any further."

You grinned. "Well, then... looks like we've got some work to do."