The Mark XIV

  Steve nodded and let her go, taking off to grab the first aid kit. He returned shortly, putting the kit on the counter and taking her fingers from the water again. “It looks better,” he murmured, turning the water off and gently patting them dry with a towel. From the kit he pulled out a salve for the burns, dabbing it on gently. He put a piece of gauze over the burns and then wrapped her fingers with a cotton bandage. Once it was tied off, he gave it another kiss for good measure then cleaned up his supplies.

Mary watched silently as Steven went to work on her hands, bandaging them up as necessary. It caused a small smile to come to her face. "Perhaps you could teach me that one day." She said in an excited tone. But as he mentioned cooking again the girl backed up from the stove.

  “So is your new found humanity a discovery of Mr. Stark or did this come about under different circumstances?” Phil laughed a bit quietly, “I apologize for the strict S.H.I.E.L.D.-esque professionalism. I guess old habits die hard.”

"Loki." She explained. "At least, I believe so. My assumption was some of the tesseracts...magic broke off from the portal and affected me so."

  “A Stark? I’m taking a wild guess and assuming you’re related to Tony?”

"Yes, I am."

  “Er, it’s like human oil.” Clint shrugged. He honestly was nervous about how she might react to water, having once been something like a machine. “I can make it taste like something if you want.” He had those fancy powder things in his cabinet.

She immediately shook her head, moving the water away. "No, I quite like it like this." Mary insisted before looking down at the glass almost with a look of admiration.

  This was going nowhere fast. Robert rubbed a hand over his face, letting out a sigh. “For you it’s real; from where I come from, this whole world is fictional. That’s why there’s a movie of Tony and his suits. It’s entertainment for where I come from. Point being, I don’t come from this world, this universe, whatever it’s called. Now does it make a bit more sense?”

"So....There's two different universes where one is real and in another it isn't?" She questioned, tilting her head slightly to the side. "That's weird."

Clint couldn’t help but chuckle. “Let’s start you off with something else I think you’ll like better.” He didn’t want to tell her it was water, since he had an idea she might not drink it then. He filled the glass from the tap and handed it to her. The archer just hoped she wouldn’t figure it out, because she did need water to keep living.

She took the cup and sipped it, a slight frown on her face. "It tastes sorta...plain. Like nothing. But it almost feels like oil cause it's a liquid. Is it a different brand?"

  “Hey hey hey, slow down kiddo. You’ll give yourself a heart attack or something.” he stated when he noticed her eating like the food was going to disappear. He nodded and grabbed a beer from the fridge. “Sure, I can also teach you anything you want to know. Or, you can go to school at the same time.” he shrugged, sipping on his beer.

Mary looked down at the food in front of her then glanced over towards Tony. "Can you tell me what sex is?" She questioned. "I heard you mention it one time."

  “I explained that. I played in a movie about Tony. Four of them actually, if you consider the Avengers as one. That’s why I look like him. But I’m not… actually him.” Robert took the license back, shoving it in his wallet before returning it to his pocket. “Is it starting to make sense yet?”

"That makes no sense." Mary folded her arms."Why would someone play him in a movie when it's real?"

  She looked down at her feet. “Sorry.”

"Maybe we shouldn't watch a movie."

  “huh. Well that makes sense.” he replied, pulling out the bowl from the mircowave when it beeped that it was ready. He grabbed a fork and placed them both on the table. “Sit and eat.” he stated, poking to the chair. “what if showed you have to read?” he asked.

She sat down at the table, immediately beginning to scarf down the food that had been set in front of her. Mary was starving and needed to fill her stomach. But the mention of him teaching her nearly made her choke. "You'd teach me?"