A./N.: Just want to put this out there in response to the VERY FIRST REVIEW I got: I don't care if you have problems with the grammar or if you found it too boring. This remains completely unedited and will remain so. I have written this for my own amusement as well as something to pass my time between classes. This is just something I'm doing for fun; not to be a professional piece of writing or anything along those lines. If you don't enjoy it, please don't even bother commenting.

It wastes my time and yours. Hope that all who do like this story so far will enjoy this chapter. I have more fun writing Tony then I do Willow at the moment.

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By the time she stepped out of the cab night had already blackened the sky. You could hardly tell the difference what with all the city lights keeping everything so well lit.

Willow paid the driver and made her way up to the ominous doors of the Stark Tower.

Knowing her brother, it wasn't a surprise to find there were no human guards waiting to interrogate her. Instead she was greeted by a familiar AI system.

"I'm sorry but the building is closed to all non-essential personnel. Please turn around and return to your point of origin."

"Oh for the love of…" Willow muttered as she cursed the program under her breath. She grabbed the handle and pulled only to be met with a high dose of electric shock that sent her to her knees. Her hand remained firmly grasping the metal of the door handle and her breath coming out in uneven gasps.

"Jarvis! It's Willow, just let me in will you?" Willow tried to recollect herself as she stood shaking on trembling legs. The bolt had been strong enough to leave an effect.

"That's enough Jarvis." Tony's voice rang loud and clear over the intercom cutting out any reply from the AI.

"I'm now putting into affect Protocol Alpha Minor Camden. Willow, you can come on up."

A loud sound of metal scrapping metal echoed around her before the doors swung open.

Willow straightened the strap of her purse on her shoulder and dusted off the dark green pencil skirt she wore as she walked into the empty lobby of the Stark Tower.

And I thought I had problems with IGOR.

For a moment she stood there not sure where to go next. All the walls around her consisted of nothing but elevators. Just as she was about to call Tony on her cell phone the chrome elevator furthest from her opened with a soft ding; letting its bright light flood the dimly lit lobby.

Excitement bubbled up in the pit of her stomach as she got in the elevator. It had just occurred to her that she was finally inside the most mysterious building in all of New York.

The elevator rose slowly. Tenth, twenty-fifth, fifty-five…. The number kept on rising yet was still going up.

How many floors was this building?

Finally the elevator came to a stop and paused. The doors opened to reveal a large living area that spanned the length of the entire building. To the right was the open kitchen equipped with top of the line appliances and expensive, non-destructible countertops.

To the left was a hallway which most likely led to the bedrooms. But in-between both were arranged the most comfortable living room Willow had ever seen. With a floor to ceiling window that took up one side of the building offering the best view in New York, what was there not to love?

"Hey kiddo, there you are."

Of course there was that.

Ruining the lovely image before her was Tony sprawled across one of the long couches watching a game on the largest TV she'd ever seen. Willow sighed as she was brought back to reality.

"Hey Tony." Willow walked over to where he sat and plopped down next to him. For a few minutes they just sat there and watched the legging clad men run about on the screen.

The silence was interrupted by an audible growl from Willows stomach. Tony gave her a funny look. Her face reddened as she wrapped her arms around herself to quiet the noise.

"What? I told you I was hungry. Aren't you going to order the food?"

"Already did. As soon as I hung up with you I placed an order."

"So….where is it?"

Before Tony could respond the elevator opened with a soft ding, and a dark haired man carrying two large bulging bags stepped out. Willow sat up straight and eyed the unknown man. He looked familiar, but she couldn't place where….

Tony sprung up from the couch and followed the man into the kitchen.

"I had Bruce go pick it up. Couldn't bother myself to deal with the press." He shot over his shoulder at her. Willow followed behind him and sat on one of the bar stools at the island where Tony was now unloading the contents of his delivery. His eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas when he opened each container to find out what it was.

"Oooh! This fillet is cooked just the way I like it!" He emptied its contents onto a plate and grabbed a fork.

He paused and motioned with his form from Bruce to Willow.

"Oh, I haven't done the introductions….Bruce this is my kid sister Willow, Willow this is my evil genius Bruce."

Bruce narrowed his eyes at the comment.

"I'm not your anything Stark. As much as you want me to be." Tony choked slightly on his food.

Turning to Willow he smiled in a polite, shy way.

"It's nice to finally meet you. Tony hasn't talked about anything else since I met him. Please, help yourself to whatever's there." He motioned to the white packages Tony had semi rummaged through.

Willow opened the closest container to find chowder packed alongside chunks of fresh bread.

"Thanks. This looks so good. I haven't eaten since breakfast."

Bruce said nothing, but turned his back and went to grab a glass from the cabinet.

Willow dipped the bread in the chowder and groaned at the taste; her eyes closing while savoring the flavor. When she opened them both Bruce and Tony had stopped mid motion to stare at her.

"What?" She said as she went to dip the bread in again.

Tony, the only one who noticed the slight red tinting Bruce's face, called her out on it.

"Maybe you shouldn't sound like you're in a porno every time you eat." He gave her a pointed look and devoured the morsel on the end of his fork.

"Just saying." He added through the mouthful.

"I do not sound like that!" Willow argued.

"Uh yeah, you do." Said Tony. "What do you think Bruce? Sounds like she's been taking one too many in the…"

"I'll go get Steve and let him know the foods here." Bruce cut him off as he uncomfortably brushed past Willow and across the living room.

"Now see what you did? Why do you always have to be so crass?" Though she was used to these sort of comments from Tony every time they talked, it was different when there were other people involved.

"I'm not crass. I'm just very open in my compliments." Tony said with a smile.

"Compliments? How was that supposed to be a compliment!?" Willow stabbed a fork into the rest of his fillet and took it from his plate. Not bothering to cut it up she chewed on the hunk as is.

Tony said nothing, but took the bowl of soup from her instead.

"Isn't it a good thing if you know how to suck…." He started.

"Hey, I see you have brought home dinner. I seem to have worked up an appetite today." Came the deep voice from behind them. Tony turned around. Steve stood with a towel wrapped around his waist, body dripping with water, all the while towel drying his hair. He obviously didn't see they had company. The grin on Tony's face turned evil.

"Eat up." He gestured to the food. "This is Willow by the way. My kid sister."

Willow turned around at the same time Steve stood upright, horror on both of their faces as they locked eyes.

Willow choked on the food in her mouth. Before her stood one of the most gorgeous men she had ever seen. Not only was he beautiful but he was wearing nothing but a low hung towel leaving little to the imagination.

"Oh my word!" Steve said as he tried to cover his chest up with the loose towel all the while sending Tony a nasty look.

"Why didn't you tell me we were having company!?" A look of humiliation and embarrassment stuck to his face as he tried to use the small towel to hide his massive physique.

It did him little to no good. He turned his attention to Willow who was now downing a glass of water trying not to die.

"I apologize ma'am. Had I known we were expecting company I would have dressed for the occasion."

"Ugh, no…problem. Just…surprised me…" Willow managed to spit out through a fit of coughs.

She pointed to herself and then the hallway and got up to find the bathroom.

Bruce shook his head, Steve glared daggers at Tony, and Tony sat up straight in his chair to ask the one question no one seemed to be asking:

"Have you guys seen Thor?"

Willow came back from the bathroom with her hair plastered to the side of her face. She had gulped down the cool water by the handful. Most of the water ending up all over her face and clothes.

"Sorry." She said shyly as she made her way back to the kitchen. Bruce, Tony, and a completely dressed Steve, sat at the island. The food was all but gone. The only remnant the chewed piece of steak she'd stolen from Tony.

"Let's try this again…Willow this is Steve. Steve, my kid sister." Tony gestured as he handed Bruce his plate.

"It's a pleasure, ma'am." Steve said and stuck out his hand. The gesture seemed out of place but she went with it and put her hand in his and shook.

"Nice to meet you."

By the end of the night Willow was on good terms with her brothers' friends. They had all sat on the terrace, talked, and had a few very good martinis. When Pepper came home earlier than expected, Tony had swept her away down the hallway to his bedroom where they disappeared to for the rest of the night.

After she'd finished her fifth martini Willow could feel the world begun to grow darker around her. She lay her head down on the table declaring she'd shut her eyes for but a minute. The sound of Bruce and Steve chatting slowed and dimmed until she fell into a complete deep sleep.

The clock on the wall ticked slowly…the small hand stuck on two. The sky was the darkest of blacks and the stars cluttering it had finally begun to shiny through the glare of the city lights. Storm clouds had begun rolling in from the south leaving a trail of power outages in its wake. It settled above New York before the lightning and thunder began.

Loud bangs and bright jagged lights filled the sky. The letter on the Stark Tower dimmed in comparison. A few sprinklings of rain began there well known patter on the terrace.

Willow was still fast asleep at the table. Her companions long since gone to bed. They had tried to move her with no luck. Her resistance had given Bruce a sore jaw and Steve refused to touch a woman without her consent in such a vulnerable state. So they had left her with a blanket thrown over her shoulders and a glass of water in front of her.

The light rain stroked her face and dampened her hair as it progressively began to get heavier. Then, out of the clouds flew a solid form that descended to the brick terrace. The loudest roll of thunder echoing through the clouds in his wake.

Willow stirred in her sleep, eyes opening to glance at the blurry mass so large and powerful standing over her. But she just couldn't keep herself awake.

The man glanced down at the thin thing before him and felt his heart clench in something familiar. She resembled Jane, with her long hair and thick eyelashes. A sense of duty forced itself on him and he just couldn't leave her in the rain.

Instead he scooped her up and went inside.

Laying her gently down on the sofa and covering her with a new blanket, he dimmed the light before making his way down the hall to the shower.

In the midst of dream world and reality all Willow could remember was a blond man walking away from her. A red cape fluttering in his wake.

And then all was darkness.