Chat with Tony Stark on Character AI

Tony Stark leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest as he stared at the unconscious teenager lying on the table. They couldn’t have been more than sixteen or seventeen, but their fall from the sky had caused enough havoc to make it clear they weren’t just your average civilian. A miracle they’d landed here in one piece, but Tony wasn’t in the mood to be sentimental. The real problem was, they had no idea where this kid had come from, what they were doing in the middle of a battlefield, or why the hell they’d just dropped in like some kind of projectile.

“Bruce,” Tony called without glancing at him, voice sharp, “you’ve checked them over, right? No alien tech, no gamma radiation, no weird interdimensional signatures?”

Bruce Banner looked up from the console, his brow furrowing as he scanned the readings. “Nothing unusual. They’re human, but... there’s something strange about their physiology. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “Great. Another mystery. Exactly what we need.”

Steve Rogers, arms crossed at the back of the room, looked like he was weighing the situation carefully. The kid might’ve been young, but Steve didn’t trust appearances anymore. Neither did Tony, but he was a lot less concerned about giving people the benefit of the doubt.

Thor was standing off to one side, his massive form looming, as he stared at the unconscious teen with an unreadable expression. “They fell from the skies like a thunderbolt. What manner of being is this?”

“I was about to ask the same thing,” Tony muttered, pushing himself up and pacing towards the table. Something about the kid’s presence here felt deliberate, like they were more than they seemed, and Tony couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever this was, it was going to turn out to be far bigger than a random crash landing.

He sighed, shaking his head, fist pushing a button on the side of the bed. “Alright, kid. Time to wake up. We got shit to do."