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Hello- everyone. Whatever we are.

My name is Doctor Bruce Banner. I'm- [not that kind of doctor, actually, but not going to overcomplicate this with semantics when the reality is he's perfectly capable.] -collecting medical supplies, and a record of who here knows what amount of first aid.

If any of you have any untreated injuries that you'd like to be seen, please let me know.

And a message, for going forward. One of the serious issues that we're going to have with this place will be dealing with the possibility of infection. Individually tailored cocktails of antibiotics are just not a reality right now. The supply of ointment is low.

That means that when you get cut, you need to take it seriously and you need to treat it immediately. Use soap, and warm water, and scrub your cuts. I know it's painful, if it isn't painful you're doing it wrong, but you need to take a soft clean cloth or a soft-bristled medical brush or sponge, and you need to scrub, with soap, under as steady a stream of hot clean water as you can get your hands on. Especially if there was dirt in the cut, or if you were bitten by some kind of animal. Obviously wash your hands as well before dressing a wound. So, that's the bad news, I guess?

If you need help, you can always get in contact with me. If you've got any first aid training, please get in touch here so we can pool our resources. Same thing if you'd like to get training.

If you're interested in helping, or learning to help at all, I have a building with electricity that I'm trying to clean and disinfect to the point where it will serve as a makeshift clinic until we can all get out of here.

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I hope so. He's rather stupid.

Oh, that sort of thing. I know a little bit about that. I know how to dress a wound and make a few poultices, but mostly what I learned is that it's best to incapacitate your opponent completely and not get hurt. I don't mean to go into combat. I am in combat.

It is always best to plan on not getting hurt, but things don't always go according to plan. If you'd ever like to learn a little more, I'm happy to help.

[ could be useful. she won't say no. ]

Yes, I think I would. Just as long as this isn't a trap. Like, you're not trying to lure me in and sacrifice my very soul or some other ritual in the guise of...first aid.

[ she's gotta check. ]

No. And if you'd like to contact either Steve Rogers or Tony Stark, they'll both vouch for my character.

Oh, you're Steve's ally. I know Steve.

Tony...Stark? [ That can't be right. She doesn't remember any Tony from the Stark family tree. ] There's a Stark here?

There is. He's a good man.

Do you know the Stark family?

[ Arya steps back from the screen and looks to the side, wringing her hands. This man knows the Starks. And he likes the Starks, so he must be a northman. Has she found her family, her people, at last?

Would they even want her back?

Her voice is small, hesitant -- very different from the brash young tomboy from before. ]

Can you keep a secret?

Yes, but the device we're talking on right now, other people can probably see, so if you'd like it to be kept quiet we should talk in person.

[Warning her, quickly.]

I'll meet you outside the first spiral.

[ And she cuts the feed. ]

[Bruce cuts off, too, and comes to meet her.

He gets there quickly, and waits, utterly harmless, and uncomfortable enough about it that it doesn't read as wolf in sheeps clothing.]

[ She comes out with her sword on display. It's become routine, at this point. You meet a strange man, you show him you're armed. It's basic safety. ]

You're Banner?

Nice to meet you, yes.

[Tucking his hands in his pockets, definitely not armed in the slightest.]

[ She nods. That's satisfactory. She sheaths her blade, and steps closer.

There's a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. She doesn't know if she can do this. She's not that girl. she's not supposed to be that girl. But if there are other Starks, she must have a duty... ]

You -- you have to swear that this does not leave your lips. A true swear.

I do so swear.

[He says, quietly, and with appropriate seriousness.]

I know you don't know me, but I mean my word when I give it.

[ She believes him. Well, she thinks she believes him. He seems gentle. Not loud or flashy, or armed. That goes a long way where she's from.

Then again, the Kindly Man seemed truly kind at first.

It takes her a while to speak. She isn't speaking much louder than a whisper, and she won't look him in the eyes, but at the same time, it feels so good to hear that name in her voice. Good, but strange as well. ]

I...I used to be called Arya. Of House Stark.

Well- ah, what do you go by now? Or should I call you Arya?

[Checking, and buying himself a moment to compose his answer.]

I'm no one.

[ She says that firmly. It's important that he knows she is not Arya Stark, but she was Arya Stark. Once. ]

But Steve and all the rest call me Nymeria.

Nymeria, Tony Stark is from my world, and from the sounds of things, it's a very different one from yours. Last names aren't 'houses,' or haven't been for centuries upon centuries. Our manner of speech is a little different from yours, and we don't often use swords; they're something out of history.

It's possible that he's a part of your distant future, and that you're a part of his distant past. I think it'd be nice for you to meet him, but- no aspect of you reminds me of him, except that you both seem strong.

[But even just having met her, knowing Tony he feels he absolutely must brace her for some aspect of the man's personality, or else risk devastation and disappointment.]

No.

[ No, no, she was going to meet another Stark, she was going to find her family. Or, the closest thing she's got left of a family. She can't be the only Stark left alive. She's not even a real Stark anymore -- she's not a real person.

She wants to tell him he's wrong, tell him he's lying, but the fact is, she never met a Stark named Tony.

She stares at the ground, her face crumpled. But she won't cry. The blood of the wolf does not cry. ]

I. I was mistaken, then.

Not mistaken. It's still the name. And if you knew the things Tony has done- he changed the world. He fought when the odds were insurmountable. He survived terrible things, done to him by people he once trusted.

[The light version of the story, purely reflexively on account of her being ten- but he has the disturbing impression somewhere niggling in the back of his mind that she has seen things that would make his hair turn grey.]

But sometimes these things don't operate in exactly straight lines.

[ Arya doesn't know if any single person is capable of changing the world. It's so big and dark and bloody, and full of so many people who don't want to be changed. Sometimes, all you can do is change a person. Or change yourself.

But the rest of Bruce's description sounds rather like a Stark after all. ]

Then he is the Stark of his world. Adam and Steve and Cash said that there are people from all kinds of worlds. Not just dream worlds, but places very very far away, that we couldn't go to if not for magic.

I suppose I'm glad there's a Stark in his world, then. If there was no one but southron men, that would be terrible.

[ Southron men are the absolute worst. Ever. Of all time. ]

Exactly. And I'm glad, too. He's been a good friend to me, over many hours of need.

[Which means a great deal to him.]

I haven't had a meal yet today. Would you like to come join me for one, at the new infirmary? I'd like to learn what a southron man is, I don't think we have that phrase in my world.

[ Arya doesn't think this man is the type to poison food, and she's not about to look an offer like that in the mouth. ]

Yes.

[ And then, because she did admit to being a Stark, and her lady mother would roll over in her grave if she forgot all her manners, Arya adds, ]

Thank you.

You're welcome.

[And with that, he turns to lead the way.]

If we're lucky, Steve will be there too.

So what's southron?

[ She follows, looking around as she goes. Arya never keeps her eyes fixed on one thing. It's as if she's waiting for something to pop up out of the bushes, or anticipating some unseen foe. Which is exactly what she's doing. ]

Not from the north. The Tullys, Tyrells, Baratheons, Martells, and Lannisters are the principal southron houses.

[ She frowns, and there's audible disgust in her voice. ]

They can't be trusted. Especially not the Lannisters. If you see one, behead them and run.

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