Hello Readers!

So, this was actually a story I planned on writing for my dear friend Amy, yes that is her real name. The character (my OC), Amie, is actually based off of my friend Amy. So many Amy's I know… but this story was written for her and I thought what the hell, I'll post in on FF. So here it is!

Tibbles.

I love my life.

No, I seriously love my life.

I'll start from the beginning so you don't think I'm just being overdramatic.

About six months ago, I entered an online contest to help with the props, costumes, and makeup for the next Avengers movie. Obviously I didn't plan on actually winning anything. The only thing I did was upload a few of my best pieces of art- yes I'm an artist- and a three page paper on why I would love to have this job. I checked my email after a month of me sending my contest entry, that's when I got the amazing news that I had won. First I was thinking that this was a joke, a prank some asshole was trying to pull on me; but no, it was real. The email contained very reliable information on how to contact the director for the Avengers movie; Joss Whedon. Ergo, his professional cell phone number!

It turned out that Joss had wanted me to move to California to help with the upcoming movie, which I wasn't surprised, it's not like I was going to work for the movie props and whatnot at home, right? Joss even told me that he would pay for any travel expenses and for me an apartment to live in. Not a bad deal.

I was happy about it, but of course, my mother wasn't. Saying that a 20 year old girl doesn't need to be moving from a small town in Michigan to a big city place like California. I couldn't blame her to be honest; I was afraid too. But I wasn't about to let my fear pass me up on this amazing, once-in-a-lifetime chance. So after packing all of my belongings, and extra stuff I may need, I headed out to the airport with my mom hot on my heals, ripping my ear off with safety precautions that I need to take and how I should call her every hour that I can.

As soon as my plane landed Joss had met me at the airport, knowing I was young and far away from home he didn't like the idea of me waltzing around the dangerous city of L.A. by myself; so thoughtful.

I smiled at Joss as he stepped out of the car.

"Hey!" He returned the smile.

"It's finally nice to actually meet you, Mr. Whedon!" I gushed as I held out my hand for him to shake. The wind was blowing rather harsh that day, though it felt good because of the insane heat, and I had to move my black hair out of my eyes so I can get a good look at him.

Joss stood there smiling as he took my hand and shook it. He was dressed rather casual actually. I was okay with that because I wasn't dressed up that fancy either. He wore a blue plain shirt with jeans and a pair of chucks.

He's already my best friend.

As for me, I was wearing a loose, white t-shirt that reached slightly passed my hips that had the X-Men logo on the front, a pair of black skinny jeans, and white flip-flops. My pale completion was extremely contrasting against my dark jeans while my white shirt helped made me look a bit bleached, I guess.

Nonetheless, Joss kept his hand in mine as he motioned for a few people to go grab my luggage.

"Alright, Amie," He began with a playful tone. "I like you, but I'll like you a lot more if you don't call my Mr. Whedon, okay? I don't want to smite someone with amazing talents such as yourself. I need you."

We both let out a chuckle.

"I'll be sure not to call you that again, Joss my boss." He rolled his eyes with a smile as we stepped into the air-conditioned car.

We basically spent the rest of the car ride talking about random things. At first he was telling me that he was glad to find someone with my art style. I felt a little embarrassed, I knew it was a good artist, but damn. He made me look like I was Picasso. Then we moved on to talking about the film, what I was to expect and whatnot; the basics. He also mentioned that I might be working with a few actors, as in helping them and making sure they're comfortable. It was something that most of the crew ended up doing one time or another.

After that, we were talking about comics when the car stopped at my hotel Joss had picked out for me. We said our goodbyes and I went inside to check out my new home. And mind I tell you, it was absolutely perfect!

That's where it leads to now. After being here, working with the crew for about five months now. I haven't got the meet the actors sadly, seeing that the crew has only been working on the backgrounds and getting things together before they actually started shooting. Wait, I take what I said about not meeting any of the actors. I met Chris Evans one day as he came in to talk to Joss about the script. We only talked for about ten minutes, but by god, I loved it. He was a very attractive man.

One day, while I was working on one of the electrical boxes that would be used as a replacement amp, my coworker, Sam, had told me a rumor that some of the actors were coming in today.

"Seriously, Amie," Sam said with his childish smile playing on his lips. "This time I think it's for real. They might be coming in today."

Just like me, Sam hadn't been here for the first Avengers movie and missed out on getting to meet the cast.

I rolled my eyes. Like I haven't heard this before.

"That's what was said two months ago- they never came."

Sam was fake pouting. It was cute- not going to lie. Sam wasn't ugly, he was tiny guy, in his late 20s. He had light brown hair that was always shaggy and in his eyes, with the skin of someone who spent their days in the sun. Next to me he always looked like a potato. Even though I've lived here for five months I still can't manage to get a right tan. I burn, and that's it. No tanning involved.

"Oh, I think they'll be here today." He replied pulling on a wire that was sticking out of the amp I was working on.

"Sam, I don't think you should be pulling on that." Sam only shrugged. He was wearing rubber gloves after all, but still. It could shock him.

"I still think they'll come today."

I shook my head. "Why? It doesn't matter. It's not like they'll waltz in here and wanna be buddy-buddy with us, Sam. We're the crew, be basically don't matter."

Sam looked taken back. "You're talking about me, right? Because unlike you, who's going to work with them, I am the one who sits in the background playing electrician all god damn day."

"Oh, don't even start, Sam!" I wasn't in the mood to be dealing with this right now.

I buried my face inside the amp that was a whole half of my 5 foot 5 frame when I heard Sam walking away.

"Okay, leave without a word I would too!" I yelled at him. Bastard just left without a single word. Did I piss him off? I don't think so. I didn't really say anything that might cause him to be mad at me. Did I?

I shrugged if off and went back to rewiring the amp. My mother used to work on computers a lot when I was younger. I would always sit around and watch her do so. I grew up watching my mom work with technology, so, of course I know a thing or two about technical wiring and whatnot.

I had told Joss after a week of working with him and his crew that I was pretty knowledgeable in the field of technology, so he has me doing miner adjustments and fixing small problems with some of the machinery.

Pulling up my rubber glove on my right hand I heard someone tap the top of the amp. It was probably Sam wanting my attention. Too bad for him, I was still upset that he decided to have an outburst on me and walk away like nothing happened. So I ignored him.

He again, tapped on the top of the amp. This time, a little more impatient.

Frustrated with the wires not connecting with the places they're supposed to connect with and with Sam's impatient tapping, I threw the wires down.

"What the hell do you want?" I growled, moving my head out from the box.

As soon as I stood up, I realized that wasn't Sam who was doing the tapping; it was Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston, who just happened to look like they were holding back laughs.

I did not just cuss out the men I'm supposed to keep happy. Shit.

But, they kind of look happy?

"Well," Chris said in his Australian accent. "That wasn't very nice." But instead of wearing a scowl, he had a smile on his face.

"Rude it was," Tom said, smiling too at my most likely flustered, red face.

"Rude indeed," Chris agreed.

I wanted to crawl back inside of the amp and cry. I just embarrassed myself in front of Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston. They probably think I'm a moron.

Maybe I could use one of the thicker wires in the amp to use as a noose and hang myself.

"I- I am so sorry!" I held my hands up in my defense, but my left hand was caught on a wire and my hand was pulled back down. I didn't expect that to happen so I let out a small squeak.

Both Chris and Tom let out chuckles at my embarrassing act and my face just went redder than I ever thought it could.

Yelp… that wire noose would do. Oh, yes, it'll do just fine.

"Look, I didn't know it was you, I really am sorry!" I pulled the wire from around my wrist and stood up.

Chris shook his head.

"Oh, don't worry about it." He said with a smile. A dazzling smile might I add.

"Rough day?" Tom added, and raised his right brow.

I gave a small cheap laugh and pulled my gloves off. I kept my eyes down from the embarrassment. Last thing I wanted to do was look at them the wrong way and them damn me to hell. I highly doubted they would, but still.

"Yeah, but it's nothing really." I placed my gloves in the back of my jeans and finally looked up to meet a pair of brilliant, sky blue eyes. Tom's eyes were mesmerizing, that's for damn sure.

"Oh, is it?" He smiled again, showing off a set of perfectly straight, white teeth. My heart hurt at his beauty. "I'm Tom Hiddleston, by the way." He said offering out his hand.

I hesitated a bit, then took his warm hand in mine and shook it lightly. Chris repeated the motion saying, "And I'm Chris Hemsworth." That deep voice of his…

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and smiled.

"I know who you are," I said, then thought better of it. I didn't want to seem like a stalker. "I mean, I've watched the movies you've both played in. Not that I watched them to stalk you or anything I just-"

"What's your name?" Tom asked, Chris and him smiling even wider at my embarrassing rant. I felt my stomach drop, and tears threatened to sting my eyes. I wasn't used to be pushed under so much stress. I felt like I was going to go into a panic attack. God, I can't handle situations like these!

"Are you okay?" Chris asked, worry was slightly in his voice.

I caught my breath and forced my nerves to calm down. Closing my eyes I let out a long breath. "I'm fine, sorry about that. I'm Amie Baron," That noose never sounded so good right now. It only took a few steps. Grab the wire, wind it up, make a noose, hang it from a high point, place around neck, and let my worries go.

But sadly, I'm not a coward nor do I have the balls to so something like that. So, I have to embrace my embarrassment!

Chris made a face and reached into his pants pulling out his cell phone. Making another face he told Tom he had to go, and waved and said goodbye to the both of us.

"Well then," Tom began once it was just us, and the other crew members that were 'working' around Tom and I. I'm not stupid, they were listening to what was going on. Nosy bastards. "I'm guessing you're one of the crew members, so would you know where Joss Whedon is?" His words were polite, but his tone was playful. Makin' me swoon over here, Tommy…

"Uh, I do actually," I said scratching the side of my nose like an idiot. "He's not here at the moment, but I could have him… call you?" Tom threw me a toothy smile.

"Could you just give him a message for me then, Ms. Baron?" Dear god, he used my last name.

"You can call me Amie instead, Mr. Hiddleston." I blushed a bit when he shook his head, all the while keeping his beautiful blue eyes locked on mine own grayish eyes.

"And I would ask you to do the same, Amie," Dear god, he spoke my actual name… I'm gonna faint.

He scrunched his nose up in a cute way, "Calling me 'Mr' kind of makes me feel old, you know?"

I let out a small laugh. This guy…

"Yeah, of course. What was the messaged you wanted me to give to Joss?"

"Oh, I almost forgot." Tom, don't do this to me. Don't keep making those faces… "A few of the cast members, including myself, are having a small get-together before we start filming the movie. He's invited, of course." I nodded my head in understanding, saying I would pass the message on to him.

"Just tell him I'll text him the place and time." He said, grinning. I'm dead. It's official. I'm dying because of this man.

"Hopefully I'll see you around then, Amie," He said with a wink. I wonder if they'll put on my tombstone 'CAUSE OF DEATH: TOM HIDDLESTON'.

I couldn't help myself from laughing a little and nodded once again. Tom turned to leave and I kind of felt disappointed; I didn't want him to leave just yet.

I pulled my gloves out of my pocket and shoved them on. Time to get back to work, no more fantasy. Just as soon as I was about to stick my head back into the amp I heard Tom call my name. Looking up, he was walking back towards me. Me? Was he talking to some other chick named Amie? I sure hope not. Because- oh god, he's here.

"Forgive me for forgetting again, but would you like to come to the get-together?" Come again?

My eyes almost bulged out of my head. "Me, you want me to come?" I said pointed toward my chest. I hope he's not joking, because I don't think I could stand it any longer.

"Of course you," He laughed. I was dumbfounded. What do I say? I know I'm supposed to say yes or no, but what else do I say?

"I, uh, would love to, but isn't it supposed to be just for the cast?" Tom shrugged his shoulders.

"Technically, yes. But we're allowed to bring a plus one." My face flushed.

"You're wanting me to be your plus one?" I squeaked.

"If you're okay with it, then yes, I do." That damn smile…

This almost feels unreal. Tom Hiddleston is asking me to accompany him to a small party? I've probably hit my head when I heard the tapping, that was probably Sam, and I am dreaming this. Yelp, sounds logical.

"Do you?" I didn't realize I was being so quite arguing with myself. Stupid, Tom must think I'm ignoring him and that I don't want to go.

As if reading my mind, Tom added, "If you don't want to go, then it's fine with me." I looked him in the eyes, and he looked a bit disappointed.

"No- I would love to go!" I finally found my voice and came to my sense. "I just- it took me by surprise, that's all." Tom smiled.

"Perfect then, Amie." He said pulling out his phone. "And what' your number, if I may ask?"

Oh, Tom… you're so polite it makes me want to cry. I smiled shyly and told him my number.

"Alright then, I best be off." He said turning, then added. "I'll text you the time and place, but I'll need your address."

"My address?" Oh duh, dumb fuck. Before I corrected myself Tom piped in.

"So I can pick you up, you silly girl,"

"Hah, right…" Why am I so stupid around gorgeous guys?

"So, I'll see you then, Amie Baron." He said with a wink, turning to leave. Thank god he actually left this time; he didn't have to see my flustered face. I'll have to tear his damn beautiful eye off to stop him from winking.

I looked over and there stood Sam looking pretty smug.

I held up my finger. "Don't." And before anything else was said, I straightened my gloves and went back to work.

"I told you they were coming, Amie!" Sam yelled.

"Fuck off, dude."

"So, how was it?" He said above me, most likely leaning on the amp.

I scoffed. "What do you mean?"

"Please, Tom Hiddleston just asked you out, and you're not going to tell me about it?"

I don't feel like dealing with him, but the butterflies in my stomach helped ease my anger toward him at the moment. "What's there to talk about, and he didn't ask me out, you dumbass. He just asked me to come with him as his 'plus one' to a small get-together. Nothin' fancy."

"Right…" I swear he just rolled his eyes. "Maybe you'll finally get laid!"

I felt the blood from my face immediately drop as my anger rose and the butterflies disappeared. In my anger fit I threw my head up ready to scream at Sam, but adding to my dumbassery, I hit my head on the roof of the amp and after a seconds of searing pain, everything went black.

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Tibbles.