Anything and everything that happens in the Avengers Tower is recorded and processed by F.R.I.D.A.Y. She may not be J.A.R.V.I.S., but something Tony Stark programmed into the AI has the distinct female quality that lends itself to being more intuitive than her male counterpart.

Avengers Tower, Stark Lab

"Sir, the Hammer of Shame protocol has been activated. Would you like me to pull the feed onto the holoscreen?" The omnipresent voice of the AI echoes throughout the lab.

The infamous Tony Stark, AKA Ironman, casts a casual glance at the Stark Pad, with a slight sigh Tony sips his green smoothie, "Again? F.R.I.D.A.Y. I know for fact I distinctly set multiple parameters to avoid the avoidable. It doesn't count when Wonder Pet picks up his own hammer. Wait, that came out wrong." His attention back on the messy wiring of the suit's thrusters.

"Sir, the incident meets each parameter in full. The requirements are not faulty, perhaps a second look would be best? Captain Steve Rodgers and Dr. Banner are on their respective floors. Should I summon them to the lab?" F.R.I.D.A.Y. says with a hit of sass, what else do you expect from her creator? Mr. Sass himself.

Tony puts down his smoothie and pliers, he quickly strides to the main screen in the middle of the room. With a furrow in his brow, he types out a few commands and a video feed of the Avengers common area comes into view.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y. what's the time stamp on this?"

"9:30 AM, Today."

Watching the video play out, Tony's heart skips a beat, the arc reactor gives a tiny flicker.

"F.R.I-" he coughs, his throat dry, "F.R.I.D.A.Y. call a team meeting immediately, they all need to see this."

"Of course, sir."

Avengers Assembly Room

The tension in the room could cut diamonds. Various scenarios run through the minds of each Avenger.

Is there another alien attack?

What has Loki done now?

Is it HYDRA?

Bucky?

Did he see the broken ceiling?

"Stark what gives?" Clint says while cleaning his fingernails with a random arrowhead.

"Yes, Anthony, what news do you bring? I was in the midst of sparring with Lady Natasha." Thor says with a wide grin but his eyes are serious, and his muscles coil in preparation for battle. The rest of the team's focus is on Stark.

Fingers steepled together under his chin in thought, Tony suddenly points them at Clint. "First off I want to say that yes Barton I do see the broken ceiling, you owe me a trip to Home Depot." To that Clint let's out a groan. "Secondly, I needed you all to see this, it's amazing really. Impossible almost. I gotta tell ya Pointbreak, this'll blow your socks-cape?-off. Whatever, nevermind. Just watch."

"F.R.I.D.A.Y. dim the light and hit it."

"Yes, boss."

Avengers Common Room, 9:00 AM, earlier that day

Nova knew that interning at the former Stark Tower, now Avengers Tower, was one of the best things to ever happen in her life. At 23 years old, with a Masters in Bioengineering and Blacksmithing, and a lifetime of student loans under her belt this job was a lifesaver.

That was until she discovered she wasn't really wanted in the R&D sector. It's not entirely her fault that her supervisor found her to be a smartass. Okay maybe it was. Though it's not her fault that her microbot went rogue while it's mirrortech was activated, and blew up a few Widow Bites, in front of said supervisor. Her cubicle mate was in charge of fixing the bugs in the software but nooo, no one wants to hear her side of the story. Which is how she ended up on maintenance duty for the week.

Juggling at least 15 empty coffee cups, with more than half covered in equations and nerd jokes, was a challenge to carry to the break room to wash. With her hands full in the elevator, Nova politely asks F.R.I.D.A.Y. to take her to the break room. Who knew how much she flip out in excitement when she first met Stark's AI with a cute Irish lilt.

Humming 'Don't Stop Til You Get Enough' Nova feels the elevator start to go up and immediately panics. "Ummm, F.R.I.D.A.Y.? Where are we going? The break room is down?"

The elevator smoothly comes to a stop, a tiny bell chimes in harmony. "You are in the Avengers break room." The AI intones.

Hands slightly sweaty, Nova notices no one is around. Her arms are full of cups and a perfect high-tech kitchen only a few feet away. She really doesn't want to haul dirty mugs around anymore. Nova gives a quick peek left and then right. Wow, this floor has a 360 view of the skyline, thank Zeus for floor to ceiling windows.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y are any of the Avengers around at the moment?" Nova mentally crosses her fingers.

"No Miss Nova, the scan shows the floor is all clear."

Nova let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and decided to take advantage of the empty kitchen and give the mugs a quick wash before anyone decides to show up. She tip toes past the island and walks behind the high counter towards the sink, which is sparkling in the bright morning sunlight.

"Okay, Nova, you can do this. It's not like you've never washed a few cups before. In a kitchen more high tech than your IKEA decorated one. That belongs to the Avengers. Heroes of the world. Ooh boy, maybe this was a bad idea." Carefully setting the cups inside, Nova drops her head onto the cool brushed steel rim of the sink. "Bad, bad, bad idea. I'm totally going to be the first person in Stark Industries to be fired over dirty cups." With a sigh, Nova begins to fill the sink, "At the least, I'll be fired over clean cups."

Before she could flip open the lid of the dish soap the elevator doors ting open, in a panic she's hugging the soap on the floor and thanking Zeus that she turned off the faucet. Heavy foot steps beat against the marble floor, headed towards the cabinets full of food. A ringing metallic sound echoes in the room like something heaving landed on the counter. Cabinets that are directly in front of the sink!

Before she could scramble around the corner of the hulking mass of metal and dark wood a large hand tugs her up. Oh Zeus, she is about to get her ass handed to her!

"Ho there tiny human!" A deep and jolly voice greets her. Nova, still hugging the bottle of soap, opens her eyes to see a gorgeous blonde god smile at her. His bright blue eyes sparkle, they're framed by thick fluffy blonde lashes. His face is chiseled and sharpened by a strong jaw covered in stubble. Long blonde locks flow around his broad shoulders covered in a grey t-shirt. Her jaw drops and she begins to stutter and point at the dishes in the sink, oh no, it's happening, it shouldn't be surprising but it is. At this moment in time, Nova curses her inability to function around gorgeous men, they make her stupid.

"Oh, pffftt, hello, er, it's not what it looks like, well it is, but-" Nova stutters, she closes her eyes, maybe if she doesn't look at him he'll go away. Hmm, nope, though he is staring at her like he doesn't know what to do. Nova sees his hand reach towards her, well, this is the end then, goodbye, she closes her eyes.

Nothing. Except a sound of crinkling foil.

Peeking she sees a box of strawberry poptarts are in his hand, his cheeks puff out like a chipmunk, and his eyes squint in happiness that only massive amounts of sugar can bring.

He swallows and brushes off a few crumbs from his shirt, " Apologies, my lady, I didn't mean to interrupt you," he glances towards the sink and the bottle in your arms, he clears his throat," I think introductions are in order, I am Thor, son of Odin, Prince of Asgard, and protector of Midgard. And you are?"

"Oh, I'm Novalina, niece of Diana, and, umm, human of Earth." She says decisively while nodding.

"Well met Novalina, would you like a tart of pops? They are remarkable tiny treats." He offers the box, "Thank you, Thor. Um well met." He grins. Nova decides then and there that getting fired would be so worth it.

A beep of a device- omg a Stark phone!- gives Thor a notification of some sort because his grin widens. "Lady Natasha requires my presence in the training facility, excuse me," he grabs a hand to give it a gentlemanly peck but Nova's inner idiot tries to shake it instead, resulting in an awkward moment.

Thor doesn't look perturbed at all instead he looks amused and wishes a pleasant day. He walks back to the elevator and as it closes Nova sees that he forgot his hammer.

Not wanting to lug the thing down to the gym or for it to get rusty from the sink water that splashed onto the counter, Nova grabs it with both hands after considering its substantial size and places it in the middle of the island. She grabs some paper towels to blot off a few water droplets. Satisfied, she finishes up the dishes, dries them off and grabs a tray to place them on. She then heads back to the elevator to the R&D floor, before she steps out she asks F.R.I.D.A.Y. to tell Thor his hammer is on the island. With a hum, Nova walks out, thinking that that's one for the books.

Avengers Assembly Room

"Well...hehe..."

All heads turn to a pale faced Thor.

"At least we know you're a wonderful judge of character big guy," remarked Clint who perched on his chair as the lights returned to normal. "Ow! Nat! I was telling the truth!"

"You okay there He-man? Need a drink? Smelling salts? Poptarts?" Tony doesn't looks up from his phone, calloused fingers still typing away.

Natasha retracts her elbow from Clint's side and levels a look at Tony. "She must be an employee of yours, Stark. Otherwise she wouldn't have access to the elevator, F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s security protocols wouldn't allow it." Nat observed, keen eyes glinting in the light.

"She's right Tony. We need to find out who she is and going by that time stamp she is still in the building. F.R.I.D.A.Y. can you locate this woman?" Asks Steve going into command mode.

"Affirmative, Captain Rodgers."

In the back of the room, Bruce Banner takes off his glasses to hook onto the pocket of his shirt. Brown eyes flicker to hazel to green and back to brown in agitation and uncertainty. "Are we sure that this woman isn't HYDRA? What she did-what she did should be impossible. Right? I mean the math doesn't add up."

To his left is Wanda Maximoff, who's power begins to swirl around her fingers. "She vould't be a threat Banner," she says in accented English," From your stories, no one could wield the hammer of the thunder god, except the purple one. No one who isn't worthy could. But she is." Red swirls take shape of woman, who oddly enough hold a whip, then like mist the image dissipates.

The purple one, also known as Vision, has a look of contemplation on his face. For a three month old he surmised that to be worthy has nothing to do with species, gender, but care for everything and everyone, not just the innocent but the guilty as well.

Rubbing his hands together, Tony stands up, leaning against the table, eyes on the holoscreens surrounding the room. "F.R.I.D.A.Y. comb through all the databases for information on one...Novalina Prince."