Me: HELLO.

Finn: -silence-

Me: Ah, don't be so sour. This is only one story, and I'm going to have fun with this.

Finn: -eyeroll- -silence-

Me: Finn…

Finn: -silence-

Me: -sigh- Okay, so I was on tumblr (WHICH I NOW HAVE THANK YA VERY MUCH) and when I'm bored I look up the Avengers… since the movie was amazing… and I've always loved them… AND THEY'RE PRETTY NICE TO LOOK AT TOO SO SHH.

Finn: -silence-

Me: Finn isn't going to help me apparently, but this is my Avengers fanfic. Basically… well. You should've read the summary.

I do not claim: Um, Gemma (OC) is mine. I made her up. She's mine. Like a slave. But not illegal and totally wrong. William is from Snow White and the Huntsman. Not mine. Hawkeye, Loki, Iron Man, Thor, Hulk, Captain America, and Black Widow are not mine. And neither is Nick Fury. One day I wish to own them, but Stan Lee is taking his time with the paperwork. If he decided to sign them at all. Another story for another day. OKAY READ.

Chapter 1

Gemma POV

The second Steve came rampaging down the stairs, I knew something was wrong. I sighed, anticipating some wild tale, and put down the plate I was washing.

"What did Loki do now?" I asked before Steve could say anything. He frowned.

"He put snakes in my pillowcase and duct-taped my door shut!"

If you ask me, Loki was being nice. Based on the fire he started to the poor people next door, this was small-scale, but Steve had a tiny phobia of snakes so I had to put an end to it. I went up the stairs, passed Steve's duct-taped door, and hesitated by Tony and Bruce's room where it sounded like an elephant was jumping around.

"Keep it down in there," I called.

"OKAY!" they chorused. I continued to Loki's room. His door was black and there was a DO NOT ENTER UNLESS YOU WANT TO GET LOKI'D sign on it. I opened the door. Being 'Loki'd' was not my concern. Loki was sitting at his desk, writing something.

"Oh, hi Gemma!" he said the second I came in. Too quickly.

"What are you doing?" I asked suspiciously.

"Homework."

I raised an eyebrow. I went over to his desk, but he stood up and blocked me.

"What did you need?" he asked.

"I need you to stop torturing Steve."
"Why whatever are you talking about?"

"Cut the crap. Where did you get snakes from anyway?"

"Not outside if that's what you were asking."

I facepalmed and shook my head.

"No more. If you do this again, the door will be removed."

"What?"

"You heard me," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

"No, I did, I just don't understand."

"It was English."
"Don't be facetious," he scolded. I raised an eyebrow and pursed my lips.

"Tone. I may be shorter and younger than you are, but Nick put me in charge. Therefore, I am in charge. You mess with any of your siblings again and the door will come off of its hinges. No more privacy, no more secret plotting."

"But Gemma…" he whined, frowning and stomping his boot.

"But nothing. Now actually do your homework." I turned on my heel and left him. They could be such little kids sometimes. I headed back to the kitchen and I managed to get all the dishes done before Bruce came down the steps, poking through the freezer.

"And what are you looking for?" I asked, leaning against the counter to watch him.

"Ice cream," he said meekly.

"Little fridge in the garage," I said, smiling at him.

"Yes!" he cheered and darted off to the garage where the mini-fridge lay in wait.

I sat on the couch and grabbed the remote. I flipped through a few channels before settling on "Safe House" with Denzel Washington. Bruce came through, eating some ice cream out of a bowl and he sat down in the chair.

"So how was your day?"

"Long. I don't suppose Loki has gotten you yet?"

"The only incident I heard of today was Steve's. Ever since that trip to the zoo, he hasn't been the same."

I recalled the day I carted them to the zoo and Steve was only trying to get my attention when he fell. He wanted me to look at the monkeys across the trees and he had fallen in the pit. He quickly climbed out, but he wasn't the same. The pit had snakes crawling all over it.
"Only a tiny phobia, he won't panic and run away," I said.

"But he's afraid of something. And all in all that isn't good. Tony and I were talking-"

"Let me guess, you want to do a science experiment on him."

"Just a small one!" Bruce added quickly. I sighed and leaned back in my seat.

"Steve has been through enough science experiments, he doesn't need another one. You know how insecure he can be."

"GEMMA!" a thundering voice sounded.

"I'll be right back," I sighed. I got up and went to Thor's room where he was standing by his bed, arms crossed, and eyes narrowed at Loki who was looking at the ground.

"What happened?" I exclaimed immediately as soon as I saw the TV in his room. The screen had been cracked and a gargantuan hole in the wall had appeared.

"Um, well…" Loki started.

"Did you do this?" I snapped.

"No! I didn't! Thor got mad because he thought I cheated in Mario Kart…"

"Thor!"

"He sent out a POW," he growled.

"And you slammed him into a wall?"

"No!" Thor protested. "I would never harm the wall like so. I was trying to start over when he took it from me and hurled my controller at the TV and it made a hole in the wall."

I started to glare at Loki when I remembered the size of the hole in the wall. I glanced back at it briefly.

"A controller."

"He threw his too," Thor added.

"And he added in a bowling ball, right?"

"Um…"

"Thor, did you push your brother through the TV?"

"Um…"

"Thor…"

"Okay! Maybe I did."

"Thor, if you want a new TV, it's coming out of your allowance. Come on, Loki. Thor needs to clean his room." I pushed Loki out of Thor's room and closed the door.

"GEMMA!" Bruce yelled from downstairs. I felt another headache coming on.

"Be right back. Stay out of trouble," I said sternly. I tramped down the steps and Clint was standing there with Natasha. My only non-troublemakers and they often went out on their dates with each other.

"Clint and Natasha are back," Bruce said helpfully.

"Thank you. Nice timing. Natasha…"

"Who did what?" she asked.

"Thor shoved Loki through the TV," Bruce said.

"How did you-" I started.

"Door was open."

"Ah. And um… Clint could you-"

"Take Bruce upstairs? Yeah, c'mon kiddo."

"I'm probably older than you," Bruce said.

"Sure. C'mon," Clint led Bruce up the stairs and I shot him a "thank-you" look. He nodded and disappeared. Natasha had already gone to Thor. I trudged to the kitchen to grab some aspirin. I opened the cabinet and reached for the bottle. I growled at its loss of aspirin pills inside. There was another knock at the door.

"GEMMA!" someone yelled from upstairs. I was torn.

"ONE SECOND!"

I darted to the door and yanked it open breathlessly. William from Snow White's home across the street was there and he looked better than usual in the dark night, his face barely illuminated by street lights.

"Oh, William, um, hi, what are you doing here?" I asked, trying to stay calm. I pulled my shirt out a bit and smoothed my hair out. I probably looked like a mess.

"I figured you might need this?" he said in his amazing British accent. He held out a white aspirin bottle.

"Oh my God, yes! Thank you!" I took the bottle and breathed in relief.

"Would you… um… like to … come in?" I offered.

"It would be my honor," he smiled. Breathing was generally vital at this point. He walked in and sat gracefully on an armchair.

"GEMMA!" the voice, I think Natasha, came again, more impatient.

"Um… one second." I ran up the stairs and went to the sound of a commotion.

"Yes?" I said, kind of irritated at them ruining a moment with William.

"Tony and Bruce are doing something in there. Clint is yelling for help," Natasha said.

"WHAT?" I shrieked.

"Is everything alright?" William asked. I raced across the hall to Tony's room and opened the door. There was no one inside. I ran to Bruce's room and twisted the knob.

"TONY STARK AND BRUCE BANNER OPEN THIS DOOR THIS INSTANT!" I hollered.

"Um… in a minute," a meek voice replied.

"HELP HELP THEY'RE TORTURING ME!" Clint's voice sounded.

"OPEN THE DOOR!" I yelled. No one opened the door.

"Allow me," William said, appearing next to me and giving me a minor heart attack to add onto the panic I was going through at the moment. He bowed before me, and it took me a second to realize he wanted me to step back. I stepped back and with a swift kick, William broke down the door. I stormed in and found the current scene: Tony and Bruce with clipboards before a glass capsule with a wriggling Clint inside. I grabbed a science textbook off of the nightstand and charged the capsule. I slammed the book against it and the glass shattered. I pulled Clint out who was gasping in terror. I whacked the back of Tony's head and Bruce's. I got the idea from Gibbs from NCIS, but that's another story from when I actually had a life. I gripped Tony's shirt in my left fist, and Bruce's shirt in my right fist.

"I will deal with you two later," I said coldly. I released them.

"Tony. Get to bed."

Tony scrambled out the door, past William and towards his room. I helped Clint up.

"I'm going to my room," he mumbled. I followed Clint out Bruce's smashed door.

"I think I should be on my way…" William said.

"Oh," I said.

"As much fun as this is," he added, winking at me. Don't die Gemma, you have some years left.

"I'll walk you out." I followed him down the stairs. We reached the door.

"I hope you utilize your aspirin."

"Oh, believe me, I will."

"See you tomorrow, Gemma?" William asked. He almost sounded hopeful.

"Uh, yeah. I hope to get out tomorrow. Maybe let Maria handle them tomorrow?"

"Oh yes. Maybe we can do lunch?"

"Uh… yeah! Sure! Of course! Um… I mean… okay…" I stammered. I could feel my cheeks flushing.

"Goodbye Gemma." And William was crossing the street to his house. I sighed as I stared after him. He asked me out! We could go to lunch! Oh my God, I had a date. I closed the door. There was a large smile on my face that I couldn't remove.

"GEMMA!"

And smile gone.

"Coming," I said.

Me: WELL. What did you think? I hope you liked it.

Finn: -silence-

Me: I can't believe you're giving me the silent treatment.

Finn: Hmph.

Me: It's not ALL going to be about romance y'know. SOME TWISTS. SOME TURNS. And definitely expect Tony and Bruce to be messing up Gemma's life.

Finn: -silence-

Me: Right. I have to post this.

R&R? First Avengers thing. Can you tell me if it was good or not? Eh? Meh? YAY? And maybe Finn will warm up to this.