Chapter Thirty-Five
How many times had she wanted someone to take her out of that tower? Many. Various. An abundance. After Tony had offered, she made little haste to jump out of her cot and attempt to ready herself for an evening of wonderment. Even the aching in her chest and the soreness of her body couldn't keep her curiosities at bay. She'd rested long enough. It was time to understand the world she'd hoped would learn to praise her. - "Your temperatures are strange here," (Y/N) mumbled. One of Tony's black leather jackets adorned her figure. Jeans from Pepper's wardrobe fitted her bottom half, hair thrown up in a clean, comfy manner. If there was one thing Tony didn't want to do, it was make her culture inferior. Some cultures glorified the existence of female hair. Whether or not Titans did such
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