Wow. First time I've posted on here in ages.

I have thoroughly edited this many times and debated on posting it, but I decided why not? Don't have much more to loose on here.

Be aware of spontaneous updates, I don't update on a particular day/week.

Please let me know if you find any mistakes such as spelling and grammar errors, and especially MARY SUES.

DISCLAIMER: Marvel owns the Avengers. I am not Marvel. So I do not own the Avengers. I am not trying to make a profit off of this either, this is purely for entertainment. I do own my OCs and the plot.

Chapter 1

"You said this would be fun – this is not fun at all," Madeline muttered into her com, frowning and leaning back against the thick slab of granite that acted as a bar. She had yet to touch her drink, some sort of fruity cocktail, despite the fact that she had been sitting at the bar for a good half an hour.

"You don't think being at a fancy party surrounded by famous people is fun? What part of that isn't fun?" Charlotte demanded from across the room as she took a sip of her champagne. She fit the part of 'rich socialite' to a T, with her perfect makeup, curly hair that wasn't too curly, naturally haughty expression, and expensive gown that resembled a gold version of Jessica Rabbit's red dress to Madeline. "And wipe that frown off your face, you're attracting too much attention."

"Being surrounded by people is not fun," Madeline replied with a sigh, doing as her friend said and resting a hand on her chin instead, being careful not to smear her makeup that Ellie had spent over an hour painstakingly applying and threatened her with death if she so much as smudged it. "It's nerve wracking."

"I've had to go to these things for years Gold, and I wouldn't exactly call them fun," a British accented voice cut in. Madeline spotted Jazmine out of the corner of her eye on the balcony in a revealing but still classy and no doubt couture cocktail dress, a cigarette lifted to her red lips by long fingers despite the fact that there were several signs prohibiting smoking in the ballroom. "More like dreadful and unavoidable." Despite the fact that Jazmine was actually rich (well, her father was anyway) and a socialite (only when she was at her father's side or in the spotlight), Charlotte still fit and played the rich socialite role better than Jazmine herself. 'Mysterious vixen' suited her sister much more than 'rich socialite' ever would.

(She believed that William had actually called Jazmine that once, resulting in him getting a black eye, a split lip and an hour long lecture about how if he ever called her that again, she would 'tear out his tongue and shoved it down his throat' among other threats, much to Madeline's amusement and William's horror)

And then there was Madeline, who felt like a five year old girl playing dress up with her mommy's clothes, with her overly-revealing and extravagant emerald (her least favorite color but Ellie had insisted on it since it supposedly brought her eyes) gown and lipstick ten shades too bright for her taste and the five inch heels that were a size too big because she was borrowing them from Jazmine and in result was she constantly tripping over her own feet, due to both the height and the ill-fitting shoes themselves, and blind as a bat without her glasses. She'd rather be having a Doctor Who marathon or walking through Central Park or taking the SAT and the ACT again or getting arrested or literally doing anything else than being surrounded by overly wealthy people who didn't have anything else better to do with their time than buy overly expensive suits and gowns and throw lavish parties where they would fake smiles and fake laughs and fake friendships, all while eating and drinking the night away, then go home to their mansions and wake up the next morning with a hangover and do it all again.

Madeline didn't have a particularly pleasant opinion of the upper class of society.

"There he is, ten o' clock," Charlotte said, breaking Madeline train of thought. "That's your target Violet-"that was Madeline's code name, along with her favorite color, despite her protests "-go get 'em."

Madeline glanced up. There he was, the famous (or more accurately infamous) billionaire genius himself, Tony Stark. He wore a tux and a cocky grin that implied he owned the place (it wouldn't surprise her if he did). But no matter how much she wanted to put him in his place, he wasn't the target. The man with the glasses, curly hair, and the purple tie next to him, however, was. He looked rather bookish and, like herself, like he'd rather be elsewhere. He didn't look particularly threatening. Except for the fact that he turned into a huge green rage monster when he got angry, at least according to the SHIELD database that Ellie had hacked into. Hopefully, it was wrong, because Madeline had no desire to get squashed by a giant beast of her least favorite color.

She got up from her barstool and almost fell over, because her legs were numb and her heels were too high. She shushed Charlotte's laughing over the coms, then made her way over to Dr. Banner, forcing a sultry smile onto her lips. It was show time.

-o-

Tony noticed the woman before Bruce did. She was pretty – ashy blonde hair pulled up with vintage hairpins and green eyes the same shade as her dress, which showed off her figure quite nicely – but much too young for him; she couldn't have been over 25. Plus he had Pepper, which was a much larger factor than age. But she was still walking towards him with that little smile on her lips, so he smiled back; it was the polite thing to do after all.

"Hello," he greeted with a charming grin. "Tony Stark, nice to meet you."

She regarded him the same way one would regard mold growing on a loaf of bread. "That's fantastic," she said, her voice laced with disdain. She then reached over and tapped Bruce on the shoulder with a thin finger.

"Tony, you're being rude-"his eyes locked onto the young woman, who looked rather startled. "Oh hello, are you one of Tony's friends?"

"No," she replied shortly with a scowl, as if being friends with him was the worst thing in the world, then her face returned to a pleasant smile. "You are Bruce Banner, correct? My friend is a big fan of your work," she said, gesturing to the balcony where a young woman wearing a red dress was perched. "Would you mind meeting her up there? She's not very good with crowds, very claustrophobic."

"Sure, sure. I'll see you later, Tony." Bruce allowed the young woman to lightly grab his arm and tug him off in the direction of the stairs. Tony waved as Bruce disappeared into the crowd. Maybe he would meet a nice girl, since he always seemed rather lonely. He noticed that the young woman had dropped something – it looked like a business card. He bent down and picked it up, flipping it over. There was a violet lipstick stain on it, with a number written in swirled handwriting under the word 'Spectrum'. Tony shrugged and put it in his suit pocket. It might come in handy if Bruce made friends with that nice girl. He didn't notice that the woman hadn't been taking him in the direction of the staircase, or that the young woman in red on the balcony and the woman in gold across the room had both disappeared into thin air.

-o-

"This isn't the stairwell," Bruce stated as they arrived in a back room. He really hoped she wasn't one of those crazy fangirls, but most of them didn't act like Tony was Satan so it was unlikely.

"Nope," she said, her back facing him and her hand still clutching his arm. Suddenly, she pulled out one of the hair pins from her hair and stabbed him in the neck, like a viper biting its prey. The needle thin point sunk into his carotid artery with ease, the poison entering his blood stream immediately. Madeline yanked the hair pin out and Bruce fell to the ground, twitching and unconscious. The success of a completed mission and her poison at work put a small smile on her lips, but she also felt a pang of regret. Dr. Banner seemed like a nice man, judging by the few minutes of small talk they had shared on the way to the 'balcony'. She was pulled from her thoughts when Charlotte and Jazmine appeared out of seemingly nowhere. Charlotte grabbed his feet while Jazmine grabbed his arms.

"Dang, he's pretty light," Charlotte muttered. "For a guy."

"Did you take care of the cameras and security?" Madeline asked as she opened the emergency exit that led into the alley. It was in between the ballroom and a hotel, and was wide enough to fit a car in, which was exactly what was waiting for them in the alley.

"Yep, Ellie looped the footage as soon as we got here," Jazmine replied, opening the trunk with one hand. "And it only took a dose of poison for the guards to be out. Good job with the poison, by the way."

"So, who wants to cut out the tracking chip?" Charlotte interrupted, bringing her hands together and producing a sharp crack.

"He has a tracking chip?" Jazmine asked, raising an eyebrow.

"He's part of the Avengers, so I'm assuming he has one," Charlotte said with a shrug. "So who wants to find it and cut it out? Because it ain't gonna be me."

Madeline wrinkled her nose. "Not me either. I don't enjoy cutting into people and I don't have my glasses." They simultaneously looked over at Jazmine, who was already pulling a wickedly sharp dagger out from God knows where.

"Okay, I'll do it, you bunch of wimpy Americans," she muttered. "Just hold him still…"

-o-

"That was nice and quick for a change," Charlotte commented as she slid into the driver's seat. Jazmine was in the passenger's seat and Madeline was in the back. Dr. Banner was stuffed in the trunk of the car. "No gun men, no lasers, no assassins, no ninjas..."

"Ninjas are just cowards in pajamas," Madeline muttered as Charlotte started the car. "They have no honor."

"Never thought of it that way," Jazmine commented as they drove out of the alley, and into New York traffic. "But I wonder how long it'll take them to figure out that their good doctor has gone missing?"

Charlotte pursed her lips and tapped her long nails on the steering wheel. "With Stark's lack of attention span, Romanoff and Barton's absence, Roger's super senses, and Thor being Thor, I give them… two hours, fifty four minutes, and eleven seconds."

Beta: my absolutely fantastic friend Mercy.

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