The Universe's Mixer

She looked like a ghost gliding down the hallways of Stark Tower. Instead of wearing a white sheet, however, her body was encased in copper colored alien metal. Oswin inspired a nervous sort of laughter in the other employees, but never too loud. They remembered the emergency protocols she set off just by entering the building. It was probably better not to laugh at something that could do that.

Oswin didn’t know how long she’d stay. Annie or Just-For-Men were cautious people. Oswin didn't want to be around them when the voices of angry daleks got bad.

Still. Oswin wasn’t finished with Stark Tower just yet. No one questioned where the robot as she glided through, carefully pushing with her body an unlocked laboratory door with a name that she hadn’t paid attention to. It looked state of the art -- which was very nearly saying something considering the time period Oswin came from. All of Stark Tower seemed fairly ahead of its time.

It was also neat -- another factor Oswin hadn’t paid any mind. Instead the eyestalk of the dalek focused solely on the room’s single occupant: a very good looking man in his mid to late thirties with dark hair, brooding eyes and a lovely purple button down shirt under his lab coat which complimented him perfectly.

“NOW THERE IS A MAN WHO KNOWS HOW TO USE A RAZOR.” Somewhere in a dream, a very human Oswin turned her head to the side trying to get the best look possible from her escape pod’s circular viewing screen. “HELLO, PRETTY BOY. YOU MIND SHARING THE ROOM FOR A BIT? I COULD USE THE EYE CANDY WHILE I TRY SOMETHING. I WON’T GET IN THE WAY, PROMISE! JUST NEED ACCESS TO YOUR COMPUTER -- OR WELL, ATTEMPTED ACCESS. NOT SURE IF I ACTUALLY CAN.”

The dalek moved toward the nearest desk with a PC. It’s arm which resembled a sink plunger had a telescopic extension which suctioned over the tower’s USB outlets.

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Enigma couldn't remember if there was a specific way to call to Tink. She knew to catch Peter's attention, one just had to leave a nursery window open (and it usually helped to be a child or innocent), but even knowing the mythos didn't help when it came to the fairy.

So instead, she stood in the park, yelling Tink's name over and over, ignoring the looks she got. It didn't matter what people thought of her (though if word got back to Bruce and Tony, she was sure they would have a comment), she just cared if it worked.

On the park table next to her was a small towel laid out with several objects, one, a tiny version of their cellphones, this one designed for instant access to Stark Tower and Timmy specifically if needed, another a small machine that was the reason for her...calling of Tink.

The third with a small picnic, since technically it was her lunch hour anyway.

She took a deep breath, before shouting Tink's name again.