Hello my readers, this is just something I came up with because I couldn't get to sleep. If you would like for me to continue, simply type a review. One word, that's all. One review per chapter and I shall continue, deal? As usual constructive criticism is appreciated as an aspiring writer. I do not own Avengers, or anything Marvel for that matter. Enjoy my minions! ~ IronstarGallifrey

I smile as I watch the Avengers congregate in the living room of Avengers Tower. Thor is devouring yet another box of Pop Tarts, he seems to have grown an affinity for the strawberry ones. Meanwhile, Clint and Natasha seem to be talking about something that amuses them both, which for all I know can be their latest SHIELD target. Then there are Tony and Bruce who are looking at a data-pad with some sort of equation on it, while also sharing a pack of blueberries. Steve seems rather content with a sketchbook, he usually draws pictures of Peggy or of New York as it used be, most of them are quite beautiful. I smile thinking of the art that might be. My alarm on my phone goes off jolting me back into the sad reality of a break room at my job. Time to go back to work.

I skip slash hop down the stairs at just as the clock hits 2:40, the end of my break. I smile at the rest of the guys in the office as I walk to my desk. Not a flirty smile, as most of them are three times my age, but a friendly one. Sitting down, I sigh at the pile of shipping logs I have to enter into the computer, oh joy.

While I am happy to have a job, this one seriously sucks. It is with my Uncle's Sandblasting company, or abrasive blasting would be the correct term. Basically, they make machines that clean metal with sand like materials. It's an office job, which means air conditioning which is nice in the Los Angeles summer heat. However I get to use outdated tech to enter year old logs into a computer, type invoices and UPS labels. As well as deal with pushy and idiotic customers over the phone

However, it's the guys that I work with, that are the reason that I am putting up with this crap at minimum wage. Despite the fact that some of them already have grandchildren, they are freakin' hilarious. It was a total of five other guys in the office, they often weren't all in at the same time, but when they were... well let's just say I have some interesting stories.

I typed while silently chuckling as some of the guys banter. I just thanked God that it was Friday, and I was only now. A quick glance at the clock, 2:50, one hour and ten minutes away from the weekend. Or should I say thank Odin?

Oh yeah, funny thing about me, I am a huge comic geek. Like, I have a collection at home, DC and Marvel alike. Personally though, I like Marvel just a bit more. My Batman shirt that I have on might say differently, but he's a special case. In fact, I was still exhausted from the Wolverine early screening I went to last night. Though personally, the Avengers are my favorite heroes, like, in any universe.

I went to the midnight showing for the Avengers as well, I loved it, I hated Coulson dying, but I still loved it other that. It was done remarkably well and I, as well as every other fan girl out there, loved Loki. I liked Iron Man 3 as well, though I think they handled Mandarin poorly, I thought the character development was remarkable with Tony Stark. They showed a weak side of Tony we hadn't seen before and made he a deeper and more human character because of it.

"Miss Jenkins!" I jolt out of my thoughts at the sound of my Boss' voice."The phone?"

I took the phone. Luckily, it is one of our nicer customers, one that I know and have handled before, I know what he wants and have the call finished quickly. My Boss, also my Uncle, gives me a disapproving glare before heading back up to his office.

The final and worse drawback of this job, believe it or not, is my boss. As my mom, my boss's sister who used to work here under him, was saying, it's not always fun working with family. I didn't believe her until I came here. The Boss, well, it seems he finds everything I do wrong. Part of me is seeing this rationally as the fact he wants to give me real world experience and not play favorites. The not so rational part of me says that he could at least tell me that I am doing something right. Oh, well.

I hear the bell go off, that's my cue. I help the guys pack up, grab my stuff and clock out. I begin to walk home, and my mind begins to wonder again. It's my birthday on Wednesday, July 31, I turn fifteen. No one's said anything, nor have I. I haven't had a party since I was eight, I don't need one. I also don't have anyone to invite to a party.

Something I often like to do is just take a look at my life, like staring in at it as if it were a goldfish bowl. My parents, they honestly never have time for me. I understand, I really do, they work hard and I respect that. My mother, a psychologist, who often works with criminals who are on parole to rehabilitate, is always busy. Whether it be with the patients themselves or the paperwork, it's best to just let her get her work done. My dad, he works down at the local high school as a PE teacher and coach. He up early and back late working on plays and new exercise regimens. In other words, no time for me.

To add onto that, I started homeschooling last year, my first year high school. For many reasons, though the main one's being: I work well on my own, I don't do well in the public school system and I am beyond the advances classes in my grade for English and History yet am barely scraping by in the lower level classes with Science and Math. So I decided to do Independent Online Studies.

I honest to Odin have no friends, at all. I don't do well in clubs or sports teams, or with anyone my age. Yet I get along great with people who are 3 generations older than me, go figure. I often find myself friends with characters in comic books and novels, as well as movies and TV series. I spent more time with fictional characters in my mind then I do with real people in the real world. I always have. The were my first friends, and were my best friends, back when I was little and could pretend that heroes were real, that someone cared. A bit sad, when you think about it.

My life in a nutshell, completely pathetic. I sigh as I reach the suburban neighborhood, out of the reach of the sprawl of businesses and companies. The sigh turns to a smile as I see children playing, laughing without a care in the world. My smile widens a bit more when I see a little girl playing with a Captain America Shield made out of cardboard. Abruptly, one of the little boys tries to take it from her, she takes it back and hits him with it. At this I give a little giggle, way to go American Dream.

Getting closer to my house I keeps walking, annoyed at the summer heat. Pit stains are not cool, at all. Wiping the sweat off my brow I forge on. I wonder if Captain America got this exhausted so easily. Probably not, considering the Super Soldier Serum. I could use some of that right now.

I was about to laugh again when I saw something odd, something peculiar, coming from an alleyway. To investigate or not to investigate? Oh, what the heck? Might as well check it out, what's the worse that could happen?

I walk over and I can't believe my eyes, it can't be. It's almost exactly like the portal from the Avengers movie. Blue energy, creating a tear in the fabric of the universe itself. But unlike the movie, I can see something other that space on the other side, rather, a bustling street, at the the end of another alley somewhere far away.

It's just big enough for someone of my frame to step through.' NO, JUST NO!', the rational side of my braid yelled. It could kill you, or leave you stranded somewhere you don't want be. However, a little voice, my adventuress side whispered, don't you want to have an adventure. Okay then, what would an Avenger do?

I whip out my phone and quickly text my parents. 'Heading out, be back in a bit.' Though vague, it would keep them happy. I take a deep breath as I put my phone back, I notice the portal starting to get smaller. Oh gosh. "GERONIMO!" I cry as I charge though portal.

It is the oddest sensation, it was just a flash of a second, yet I felt burning heat and searing cold, every part of my body was getting pulled apart and crushed and then, it stopped. I find myself on my stomach, having charged though with no real place to step, I fell. The alleyway asphalt is damp and I can smell dumpsters just a bit farther down. I open my eyes, I hadn't even realized I had closed them. I was exactly where the portal showed me, right by that busy street.

I get up and brush myself off. I take take another deep breathe, and walk down the alleyway. I wonder where I am? Is it merely coincidence that the portal looked like the one from the Avengers, or does that mean that the tesseract is real? Could that portal jump dimensions as well as galaxies? Am I dreaming? Or worse, delusional? I clear my mind as I turn left round the alleyway corner onto the street.

I know where I am now, this is New York City. I find myself getting pushed to the side of the sidewalk as fast paced pedestrians went to and fro. I look at the restaurant I was practically getting slammed into the side of, wait a minute, I recognise this place. I found myself staring a long blonde hair waitress thought the restaurant window, recognizing her as well. Odin, I know this street. I turn around to see a gleaming silver tower with an 'A' at the top. Avengers Tower.