New Story! :P I kind of lost interest in my previous stories and had no ideas to further their story. Sorry! Though, I am going to test out this story.

I do not own any of the characters that are from the Marvel Universe. Please enjoy! :D

"TONY!" I yelled from the punching bag area. Tony decided to put a hole through the stupid thing. So much for training this morning.

"What? That isn't funny to you?" He asked. "Because I thought it was."

"No, it wasn't. Didn't Fury call you out on a mission last night?" I asked him. I just wanted this knucklehead out of the training room.

"Yea, but I had Clint and Steve go. I couldn't be bothered…" Aka, he was drunk as usual. I couldn't deal with him at the moment. I packed my duffle bag and headed back up to the Avenger's common room.

When I got there, Thor was watching some childish cartoon on the TV. Natasha was in the kitchen with Bruce making God knows what. Vision was reading some kind of book by the window while Wanda was sitting next to Vision, intrigued at the magic she summoned.

"Hey Thor." I decided he would get my mind off the stress.

"Hey Miranda. Say, what are these dancing colorful characters that are on this screen?" He asked. I looked at the screen to see a cartoon I haven't seen since I was a child.

"Cartoons. They entertain children with the brain capacity the same as Stark." I answered. He laughed and changed the channel. I walked into the kitchen to see if I could help Natasha and Bruce. Because the last thing you need is a Hulk screwing everything up.

"Hey. What smells good in here?" I asked. Natasha turned and gave me a small smile. Bruce kept his eyes on whatever he was making, but gave me a wave in my direction.

"Bruce and I are making pizza. Steve and Clint are due back in a few hours. Thought it would be a little surprise." Nat answered.

"How come you're up here early? I thought you went to the training room?" Bruce asked, finally turning towards me.

I could only say one word, "Stark." Bruce nodded and returned to the dough and Nat rolled her eyes. We all knew that he was a trouble maker. "Just call if you need help in here." Nat waved me away once she looked back at the recipe.

I made my way to Vision and Wanda. Vision looked up from his book and smiled at me. Wanda, on the other hand, was still concentrating on the magic.

"Don't mind her. She's just trying some new things out." Vision answered me once he saw me looking at her.

"I don't care… unless she burns down the complex." Vision laughed and I thought I saw a small smile from Wanda. She stopped summoning and looked out the window.

The elevator dinged. I turned to look and saw Stark emerge from it. FFS, I thought. Not him. I rolled my eyes and made my way to my room… which I had to pass the elevator to get to.

"There she is! Still mad? Come on. It was a joke Mir." He said. He also knew that I hated that nickname, so he used it. Once I passed him, I stopped and did a side glance towards him. I could see that he was a little sorry, but not after that last mission. I went into my room and just layed on my bed, staring at the ceiling.

It all started when Stark and I went on a mission in Florida. Fury said that there was reports of robots, suspected to be run by Loki, were tearing apart the skyscrapers. We complied and got onto the Quinjet. Before the scheduled landing point, I jumped out and glided toward the ground. I looked up to see Stark following after me and Fury having a disappointed look at us. Too bad, I thought.

Once Tony and I reached the ground, I spotted the first group of robots. They were walking in and out out of a building, carrying a weird device each time. I signaled to Tony, saying that I'll go in first. But, he took it to just shoot the robots from the spot we were at. I took a deep breath and tried not to kill him right then and there.

After that little event, I made my way into the building while lighting a little fireball in my hands. Stark followed and was careful not to make me mad again. We found a few more robots throughout the skyscraper and I took them out. Once we reached the top, there was a mysterious item in a case that was untouched.

"This must be what they were after." He stated the obvious. "How much do you think we're going to get for it?"

"Nothing. We are giving it to Fury and letting him deal with it. We don't need to be in the grave even further." I answered. I pocketed the item and radioed to Fury. All of a sudden, all the electricity cut out and was replaced by sparks and flames. I turned around to find that Stark wasn't behind me.

I immediately ran back down the way we came. I constantly called out Stark's name and tried to radio to him. Once I was out of the building, I found Tony screwing with a box on the side of the building.

"What are you doing?!" I yelled at him. He didn't jump. All he did was turn around and smile.

"I thought you would get a kick out of it. Were you scared?" He asked. His metal armor didn't have a scratch on it while I had little cuts here and there on my arms and legs. I rolled my eyes and turned on my shoes (Flying shoes because I don't have that much magic :P). I flew back up to the Quinjet and Stark followed.

After that day, I thought I would kill him. But Vision and Steve talked me out of it. Not only did he make me mad, but he almost destroyed the item. For all we know, that could have been a huge mistake.

There was a knock on my door. I jumped out of my thoughts and went to go answer it. When I opened it, Steve was at my door. I smiled and gave him a small hug. He was injured because he jumped when I hugged him.

"Steve, are you OK? Where are you hurt?" I asked him. He pointed to his side and a small gash on his arm. I led him in my room and he sat on my bed. I walked into my bathroom and got a wet cloth. When I returned, he lifted his shirt and I could see little burns on his sides. I walked over to him and kneeled right in front of him. I placed my hands on his side and summoned a healing spell.

"Miranda, thank you. You don't have to do this." He said. I waved him away once I healed his sides and his arm.

"Don't worry about it. You guys are like my family. And I have no where else to go." I told him. He smiled, gave me a small hug, and left. I leaned against the doorframe of my room and watched everyone in the common room. The story of why I don't have a real family is for another time…

Hey guys! I hope you liked this. Like I said, I kinda lost interest in my other stories. I decided to write about Marvel because I just watched CA:CW for the 5th time :P. Anyway, there won't be any lovey-dovey relationships. So… Sorry xD. Hope you guys enjoyed! Until next time, Bye!