The four of them Gojo, Tony, Steve, and Natasha continued their surprisingly amiable chat, the initial tension having eased into a cautious curiosity. Gojo, despite him being a guest, he was acting like he owns this place and it was his home.
Well it was good, even though they think that maybe in head he is a little unstable or whatever. He seemed quite normal if you take away his little arrogance like Tony and his personality of praising himself every time.
Like Tony just asked him a few questions about his abilities like how they work or like, and Gojo just answered with… "ahh it's nothing i'm just that awesome."
Suddenly, Gojo paused mid-sentence, his head turning slightly as if listening to something no one else could hear. He looked towards the main entrance of the common area, then back at Tony.
"Hey, armor man," he said, his brow furrowed slightly. "Is someone supposed to be coming in here? Like, a lot of people? They're heading this way."
Tony frowned, glancing at his watch. "Oh, right. It seems no one filled you in, kid. Tonight's the 'we didn't all die on the latest HYDRA takedown' party. A little celebration for a successful, albeit hole-in-my-jet, mission." He then tilted his head, a curious glint in his eyes. "But really, how did you know that?"
Gojo looked genuinely confused. "How what?"
"Like," Tony elaborated, gesturing vaguely towards the elevators, "how do you know there are people coming? They aren't even on this floor yet. Jarvis hasn't announced anyone."
Instead of answering directly, Gojo finished the last of his orange juice. Then, in a blink, he was gone from the barstool and reappeared instantly by the large panoramic window, which offered a breathtaking view of the glittering New York City skyline. He stood there for a moment, looking out, though his gaze seemed unfocused. "Yeah, about that…" he said, turning back to them, his expression a little strained. "Can I get a pair of black glasses to wear? It's… overwhelming. Literally."
Tony raised an eyebrow. "Hey, kid, it's Tony, not 'armor man' all the time. And what's with wanting to cover up those baby blues? Girls will probably throw themselves at you just by looking at your eyes. What's so overwhelming? If it's the city lights, I can just tell Jarvis to dim the smart glass."
Gojo squinted slightly, as if even the ambient light in the room was too much. "Not the lights exactly," he explained, his voice a little softer. "It's the… information. Through these eyes." He gestured to his own eyes. "They're a little special, and it's very overwhelming, all the input. So, if you could get me some full black glasses, something I ideally can't see through at all, that would be good."
Tony considered this for a moment, then reached into the pocket of his designer jacket. "Well, you can try mine," he said, pulling out a sleek, high-tech pair of sunglasses. "These aren't your average drugstore shades. You can adjust the view, tint, magnification, even link 'em to Jarvis for data overlays. Give 'em a whirl." He tossed the glasses casually towards Gojo.
Gojo caught them effortlessly. He examined them for a second, then put them on. He fiddled with a nearly invisible control on the side. To anyone else looking through them, if he'd set the visibility to zero, the world would have gone completely black. But for Gojo, even with the lenses effectively opaque, he could still see everything perhaps even tooclearly, the immense flood of information his Six Eyes perceived now just slightly, blessedly muted. A genuine, appreciative smile spread across his face. "Have to say," he commented, looking at Tony. "As far as I can remember, I haven't seen any glasses quite like this. Are they new on the market or something?"
Tony took a satisfied sip of his scotch. "Nah," he said with a nonchalant wave of his hand. "I made them. Custom job."
Just then, Jarvis's calm, synthesized voice filled the room. "Sir, your guests for the party have begun to arrive."
As if on cue, the main doors to the common area slid open, and a wave of people began to enter. The atmosphere instantly shifted from quiet conversation to a low, buzzing murmur of voices and clinking glasses. Men in expensive suits and women in elegant dresses filled the space some older, distinguished figures, some younger, vibrant socialites, and many undeniably beautiful women, all here to celebrate with the Avengers.
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The party was in full swing. Music pulsed gently, laughter echoed, and the clinking of glasses provided a constant soundtrack. Gojo, still wearing Tony's high-tech sunglasses, navigated the crowd with an odd mixture of detached observation and surprising ease. He'd snagged another juice and was mostly people-watching, occasionally engaging in brief, polite, and slightly bewildering conversations with guests who were intrigued by the striking, white-haired young man no one seemed to know.
Finding a quieter corner, Tony, Steve, and Natasha gathered, their gazes occasionally drifting towards Gojo.
"So," Tony began, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, "what's the consensus on our resident space-bender? He hasn't shown any overt psychopathic tendencies, no homicidal glares, no muttering about world domination. All I can gather from our little chat is that he has literal space-warping powers, which is, you know, minorly concerning." He took a sip.
"He's surprisingly open, didn't show a lick of fear when he woke up in a jet full of strangers, and just casually told us about his god-tier abilities like he was discussing the weather. It's like he knows he could just waltz out of here anytime he wants. And that line about having to explain his powers in a 'simpler way' to people? Makes me think he remembers more than he's letting on and just doesn't want to talk about it."
Natasha nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful. "Well, I have past memories I'm not exactly comfortable sharing with anyone, not even with you guys," she admitted quietly. "Maybe HYDRA did a number on him. We don't know how long he was their prisoner, or what they put him through. He might just not want to talk about it, or even want to remember it."
Steve agreed, his gaze softening as he watched Gojo expertly sidestep a particularly enthusiastic partygoer. "Romanoff's right," he said. "We don't know what kind of things he went through, especially as a child if he was taken then. We can't force him. If he doesn't want to talk about his past right now, our best bet is to observe him, make sure he feels safe, and ensure he doesn't inadvertently harm himself or anyone else with those abilities."
Tony scoffed lightly. "Really, Cap? 'Observe him'? 'Keep him secure'? For all we know, we're housing a kid with powers that could level this city before breakfast, and you're talking about making him feel safe?"
Steve turned to him, an eyebrow raised. "Really, Stark? You're the one who offered him a room the moment he set foot in the Tower, and now you're questioning the 'keeping him safe' part?"
Tony took another drink, shrugging. "So, what did you want me to say? 'Hey, kid, here's a temporary cot in the broom closet, you'll probably be gone before we know it, try not to break anything on your way out'? And let's be honest, he can warp literal space. You really think we can 'observe' or 'secure' him if he doesn't want to be? He can leave this place, this country probably, anytime he wants, and we don't have a single thing in our arsenal that could reliably stop it."
Natasha conceded with a nod. "Tony has a point there. Containing him if he decides to be uncooperative isn't exactly a viable option."
Steve sighed, running a hand through his hair. He straightened up, his shoulders squaring. "Well, let's just hope we don't reach a point where we have to fight him, or worse. For now, let's focus on making him comfortable. Maybe he even knows something about those other two enhanced individuals from Sokovia, Wanda and Pietro. If he was in the same facility, he might have seen something. He could potentially help us understand them, maybe even help us stop them if they become a bigger threat."
Natasha let out a small, wry laugh. "Well, I wouldn't worry too much just yet. Tony and Gojo seem to be getting along surprisingly well." She gave Tony a pointed look. "And it's not like their personalities are worlds apart, either. Arrogant, brilliant, a flair for the dramatic… sound familiar?"
Tony just grinned, raising his glass in a mock toast. "Hey, greatness recognizes greatness."
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