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The dream starts much like your normal day does. Your alarm blaring. You groan and throw your pillow at the noise, only to realize that is not your pillow.
You sit up, rubbing your eyes and taking in your far too lavish surroundings. Your blankets are too soft, the furniture looking like it belongs to a celebrity or heiress.
You slip out of bed, walking over to the full size mirror. The alarm has stopped. You look like yourself, just in fancier pajamas. You realize this feels more real than any other dream. Usually it feels like you’re watching a movie of someone else, your head filled with cotton. You never remember to pinch your arm in those dreams, but you do so now. Ow.
Curious, you open one of the three doors leading from the room. It leads to a walk-in closet, filled with super cute, stylish clothes. All of them look like they would fit you. The second door leads to a bathroom with a giant tub and glass enclosed shower. You come to the last door, cautiously poking out your head. A hallway containing several doors, with a floor to ceiling window at one end. The other end is a way out to what you assume is the rest of the house.
You go to the window first, looking out at a bustling city. You must be at least fifty stories up, and you step back, feeling a bit of vertigo. Looking over the buildings, you see one that looks like the Empire State Building. So you’re in New York then? It had always been your dream to move to New York, but you hadn’t thought it would be in a literal dream.
You turn around and walk out of the hall, coming to a dining room connected to a kitchen. A couple of people sit around a table or at the bar, presumably eating breakfast.
“Oh, hey Y/N,” says one man, looking up from the table. You raise your eyebrows. Jeremy Renner? This dream is getting weird.
“Hi hon,” says someone else, pecking you on the cheek. You’re pretty sure you’re going to have a heart attack. Robert Downey Jr. just kissed your cheek?!
“Are you okay Y/N? You look pale,” Elizabeth Olsen asks, looking concerned.
“You… You’re… The Avengers,” you somehow manage to gasp out.
“Well of course, Lady Stark,” says Chris Hemsworth. Except he looks more like Thor than Chris Hemsworth. Did your brain seriously put you inside a Marvel movie? Then what he said catches up with you.
“Wait. Lady Stark? I’m… married to Tony?” you ask, slightly repulsed. It’s not that you don’t like Tony Stark, it’s just that he's like forty. You’ve always considered yourself more of a Peter Parker kind of girl, anyway.
All the others burst out laughing. “What, no Y/N,” Tony somehow manages to get out between chuckles.
"What’s going on, Y/N?” Rhodey asks.
“I… I don’t know.”
“She’s not joking,” says a voice from behind you. You look to see Loki, lying on a couch with a book. Wait, this isn’t right. Loki never met Wanda, even in battle. What are they doing in the same room, casually eating breakfast?
“I can’t sense any memories of here from before this morning. I’m not sure what happened to her, just that she’s very confused right now.”
You glare at him. “Stay out of my head, Icecube.”
Clint chortles. “Seems like Y/N.”
“Well it is Y/N,” says Loki, unfazed by your nickname. You suppose he’s used to it, if he’s living with Tony. “She’s just… different.”
“Okay.” You puff your cheeks and breathe out slowly, walking over to sit in a chair by the giant windows. “It’s fine. This is fine. I’m just dreaming, I’ll wake up in a bit and be done with this.” You look up, smoothing your hair back. All the Avengers are looking at you like you should be in a padded cell.
“Hey, Mr. Stark, sorry I slept in-” Peter stumbles into the room from the hall opposite yours, cutting himself off when he sees you. “Oh, Y-Y/N!” He folds his arms self consciously over his tight undershirt.
“Uh, just- just a second.” He turns on his heel and walks back into the hall.
“Wait, he lives here?” you ask.
“No, he just crashes here sometimes. Staying late to help me in the lab or something.”
You raise your eyebrow. “Do I not know he’s Spider-Man yet? Because if so, I’m disappointed in my powers of deduction.”
The room practically screeches to a halt. You smirk slightly at their stunned faces. Bruce has a bite of eggs halfway to his mouth, and looks like he’s debating whether to start moving again or not.
“Reindeer Games, I thought you said she didn’t know anything.”
“No, I said she didn’t remember anything,” he says with a smirk identical to your own. “But she does have memories of a different life, where it seems our universe is fictional, used for story telling purposes.”
You glare at him again. “How much did you see?”
“Not much, just last night. You were watching a film about them.”
Oh, that’s right. You were watching Captain America Civil War last night.
“However they definitely got some things wrong,” he continues. “As far as I’m aware, there is no ‘Black Panther’, and Stark and Rogers never had a falling out.”
Tony snorts. “What do you mean, no falling out? Cap and I are in a constant falling out.”
Loki shakes his head. “Not of this proportion. It said that his friend, The Winter Soldier, killed your parents.”
Tony steps back like he’s been slapped. “What? No, that can’t be possible. They died in a car crash.”
“Like I said, they got some things wrong.”
“Speaking of which, where are Steve, Bucky, Natasha, and Sam?” you ask, standing up to grab some toast. They seemed to be the only ones missing from the big Avengers breakfast. Well, and Scott, but that one was more understandable.
“They’re on a mission to save Sergeant Barnes,” says Vision from the corner. “Well, find him is a bit more accurate. After the whole debacle with S.H.I.E.L.D., nobody has been able to locate him.”
“What year is it?”
“2016.”
You take a minute to think. Civil War came out in 2016, so this must be right before that. “Why are Thor and Loki here?”
“He returned with me after we defeated the Dark Elves,” Thor supplies. So something must have happened differently there, so that Thor didn’t think Loki died. And then again in Age of Ultron, so that Thor and Bruce didn’t leave the planet.
“And why is Peter here?”
“What do you mean?” asks Peter, walking back out, no longer dressed in pajamas.
“I mean when did you start being his intern?” you ask him smoothly. You don’t want him knowing you know his secret yet. You’re not sure why, it just doesn’t seem like the right time.
“About two months ago, Y/N. You know that.” So he was also recruited sooner. Okay fine, that wasn’t so hard. Wait, why were you thinking so hard about this? You were just dreaming.
As if on cue, your vision turns fuzzy and you stumble, putting a hand to your head. Peter hurries to catch you as you start falling. His worried face is the last thing you see before your real alarm goes off, waking you up.