Jane Foster stepped out of a practically shimmering sleek, silver car, followed closely by her 'escort', who had said no more than ten words to her from the airport to their destination. She smiled and nodded at the driver, who had got out the car and was now carrying her suitcase and turned to look at her new home, having to stare almost directly skyward. She looked at her watch. 12:30 exactly.
She exhaled through pouted lips. "So...talk about prompt, huh?" The escort looked down at her with blank expression, and she sighed, before proceeding.

"Hello, Miss Jane Foster."
Tony Stark's unmistakable voice sounded through the intercom in the wall at the front of Stark Tower. She looked up at the camera situated, smiling shyly.
"Hi, um-" The door opened, making a hissing sound as it did so.
"It is I, Tony Stark, protector of earth and Overlord of All. Step inside, hone- Ow, Pepper! What? I was just calling her honey! How is that flirting? Fine. Step inside, professional colleague." Jane smiled, walking gingerly inside, to be greeted by none other than Captain America, who gave her a broad smile, shaking her hand politely and introducing himself with, "Steve Rogers, m'am. Call me Steve." The ultimate gentleman.
"Jane Foster. Jane." She replied.
"Now, that I know," Steve grinned. They took the elevator to the thirteen floor, and Steve opened a door marked, 'Authorised Personnel ONLY', and leading her down a corridor lined with countless doors and Staff Profiles, and cloaked in blue carpet and minimalist grey wallpaper . "Thor hasn't stopped talking about you since he found out you were coming to work here. He's right about you, you know. You're very pretty."
Jane blushed at the compliment, which seemed so innocent and genuine. "Thank you. I like your...Shield."
"Why, thank you. Now, Tony's asked me to give you a short tour of the place, so...lets start off with the labs, shall we? Though, you probably won't want to see them all."
"Oh, okay. How many are there?"
Steve sighed. "Well, there's a minimum of two per floor, though we only really use the three on the second to top floor, for 'specialised science', on floor thirteen...don't ask, it's Tony's lucky number apparently...and the others are for the company's workers. But you'll be in L2F13sharing with Dr. Banner, and your lab assistant Darcy, when she arrives."
Jane nodded, taking it all in.
"The bedrooms are situated on the 'specialised science' floor, as well, though Banner has a floor to himself, F12, as do Tony and Pepper, F14, and, F11...Loki."
She stopped dead. "Woah, woah, whoah! Did you just say Loki?" She asked, "Tony's letting Loki stay here? Is he crazy?!"
"Apparently he's changed."
"According to who?"
"Thor. Tony. Himself."
"And what do you think? Do you think he's changed?"
Steve started walking again, thus forcing her to do so, as well. "I'm not qualified to answer that, Miss Foster." They turned the corridor to a pair of double-doors, dark wood with silver handles and blacked out windows. It was labeled, 'Room of Avengers'. He pressed his thumb to a print-reader on the left door-knob, and they slid open.

Inside was the biggest games-room Jane had ever seen. Darcy was going to love this place so, so much. The floor was carpeted in a night-sky print, and the sofa was blue. It faced a plasma-screen, surrounded by shelves of consoles, games, DVD's and nerdy little figurines and huge posters. On the other side of a room was a kitchen with all the standards, an island breakfast bar and black marble surfaces. Sat on the sofa, playing a video game was Clint Barton, dressed in a dark hoodie, a blue t-shirt and cargo pants. He looked at her, whispered, "Dammit,"
Then returned to his game.
"What's up with him?" She mouthed, and Steve just smiled.
"Hey, Hawkeye!"
"Yeah, Cap'?"
"Aren't you going to come say hello to the person you've just lost a bet with 'Tash over?"
"Shut up, Capsicle." He said, but he paused his game, and got up.
"Hey. I'm Clint." He offered his hand for her to shake.
"Jane." She smiled, and Steve gestured to the door. "On with it, then."
Just as they were leaving, Jane heard Clint say to Steve, "Thor wasn't kidding when he said she was hot, was he?"

They stopped again at the labs, all of which were empty. "We must've just missed 'em." Steve explained. "I think that's all I need to show you for now. The Tower is easy to navigate. Your room is F11B2. You only share a floor with one other person, and that's-"
"Loki, right?"
"I can get Tony to get it changed, if you would like?"
Jane thought about it for a moment. "I think I may be able to bear it. Thank you, Steve."
"No problem, m'am. You'll find your belongings in your room. If you need anything, speak to the AI, Jarvis, by just speaking to the room around you."

Jane was a little overwhelmed by her bedroom, ensuite and furniture, and she knew this place was going to spoil her. She started unpacking her clothes, mostly plaid and t-shirts and jeans, into her chest of drawers, finding them already half-filled with new several new pair of jeans, and some cute tops, but her stuff fit in fine. She hung up her few dresses in the closet, which had several amazing dresses inside already, with some stilettos, some flats, and some sandals in the shoerack. "Wow. This place really had it covered." She muttered.
"Indeed." A British accent replied. Jane froze. "Do not panic, Miss, I am Jarvis."
"Oh...ok."
"I trust you find your room fitting? Miss Potts picked out the colours. Black bedsheets, black furniture, and purple walls and carpets. Should you need it, there is a safe located behind the picture frame above your headboard. You can turn the CCTV in your room on and off, as well as sound, and I can dim the lights, switch them off, switch them on, wake you wish an alarm and play music as you wish. The TV-" it switched on, "Is connected to the CCTV systems, and I can connect it to all the channels you wish for." It flickered off, and the room was silent.
"Okay, thank you Jarvis."
"You are most welcome, Miss Foster. I believe Thor, Loki and Tony wish for you to go to the Room of Avengers now."