Megan is mine. Everyone else mentioned so far is Marvels. Enjoy the first chapter!
I knocked on the door to the...whatever this place was. It obviously wasn't your run-of-the-mill house, yet it didn't look like any other building nearby. It looked like it was a skyscraper of sorts, and whoever created it must either have a huge crush on someone, or an inflated ego, because in neon lights, was the name STARK, as though it was begging for attention.
The guy who opened the door was interesting enough. He had brown hair that was curling at the tips, and a bit of a beard-goatee going on. He had a pair of pale sunglasses covering his brown eyes, and in his right hand was a glass of what I assumed was alcohol. It sure smelt like it anyways. His face scrunched up in confusement when he saw me.
"Who're you?" he asked, not sounding particularly threatening.
"Megan Falke," I replied, watching his face for some kind of hint, to see if he knew who I was. There was nothing there but more confusement before that was wiped away, to be replaced with what I could only describe as an impasse look.
"Is that supposed to mean something?" he asked.
"Can I come in?" I asked.
"Look, if you're a reporter or something, I swear I didn't mean to punch that guy. He just-"
I cut him off, not particularly caring. "Look, I'm not a reporter. I don't even know who you are. I don't know who I am."
"You just said you were Megan Falke. I think that counts as proving you know who you are."
I wasn't in the mood for this. "Let me try this again-"
He cut me off. "I don't know who you are, Ms. Falke. I have a busy day today, and I simply do not have time in my schedule to deal with someone like you."
"I just need five minutes of your time," I insisted. Why wasn't he just listening to me? This was important!
"Fine," he snapped. "What's so important that you're wasting the time of the great Tony Stark?"
I figured he must be talking about himself, meaning that this had to be his building. God, did this guy have an ego. After all, I couldn't figure out why else he would put his name on his own building? In neon lettering, nonetheless.
"I woke up this morning with no memories of anything," I told him, watching his face. I quickly explained to him how I had looked around the apartment and the only thing I had found was the wallet with my ID in, although I left out the credit card bit. I was just about to explain to him about finding the note on the fridge when he cut me off.
"And you thought you could waste the Avengers' time by seeing if we know anything?" he scoffed.
I could feel anger boiling up in me. I had woken up this morning with no memories of any of my life or anything and he was acting as though it was nothing? Who was this guy?
"No!" I snapped finally. "I don't even know who these Avengers are! If you would let me just finish my story, maybe you would understand!"
His right eyebrow raised questionably, and then he started laughing. "Well, you've got some spunk. While I can't believe you don't know who the Avengers are, I like you. You remind me of a girl I know, her name's Pepper. Now, if you say you're not done with your story, why don't you finish?" He took the first sip out of the cup he had since he'd opened the door for me. His eyes seemed to be saying, 'Well, why don't you get on with it?'
I sighed, and did what he asked, explaining to him about how I found the note on the fridge, and I even pulled it out to prove it to him. He took the note from me, and looked at it carefully.
"Well, I'm not sure why someone would send you here of all places to get your memory back. Perhaps because we're the Avengers and we're supposed to help out people or something. I don't know. But, I don't know anything about you. Maybe someone else inside knows you? Maybe that's why they sent you here. Anyways, do you really not know who I am?"
"Nope," I told him honestly. I felt like I should know who he was, but for some reason my mind was pushing all information about him before. The term 'Avengers' seemed familiar to me, yet it was the bare-hand fishing all over again. Whatever had taken my memories away from me, had taken knowledge like the Avengers as well.
"My name is Tony Stark. I'm in charge of Stark Enterprise. Although, I'm pretty sure I'm most famous for Iron Man."
"Iron Man?" Once again, the term sounded familiar, but I couldn't figure out how. It was really starting to annoy me. I just wanted to understand.
"Yes. It's my superhero name." He paused, and I let that sink in. For some reason, I couldn't believe him. He didn't seem like the superhero type.
"Yeah right."
"No, really. I'm a superhero." He must've noticed the incredulous look on my face, because he sighed. "Look, I can kind of understand why you wouldn't believe me. There are times that I don't believe it myself. But I am a hero. I helped save the world a few months ago from an alien attack, you know."
"No, I don't know," I told him. "I lost my memory, if you forgot already." He was already starting to annoy me.
"Right, right," he said, smirking as though it was the funniest thing in the world. "Why don't you come on in the building and we can discuss it that way. Perhaps there's something one of us, and by us I mean Avengers of course, can do to help you out."
"Finally," I grumbled.
He smirked at that, and gestured for me to join him in the tower. We walked into a small room at first, and he walked ahead of me, not even bothering to look back to see if I was following. His longer legs proved worthy, because I had to walk fast in order to keep up with him. The first room was small, white, with just the door we entered into, a couple windows, and a big door at the end. He pushed a button on the side, and I realized that this must be an elevator. Okay. Elevator in the house, got it.
The elevator dinged, and opened. He entered the elevator, and I followed.
"Jarvis, fourth floor please."
"Yes, sir," an automated British voice said.
I felt a lurch as the elevator went down. "Weren't we at the bottom?" I asked Tony.
"Nah. It's an optical illusion. I make it seem like the building is smaller than it is. I have forty floors, and it appears to be thirty. Ten of them are for Stark Enterprise, and our workers, but the rest is for the Avengers. Unless it's me giving the orders to Jarvis, you need a fingerprint, eyeball scan, and a password to get to any of those levels. Security access like that is granted only to the Avengers."
I raised my eyebrow in awwe. "That's quite impressive," I murmured. "So, am I meeting the rest of these famed Avengers, or no?"
"You are," Tony replied. "Fourth floor is the meeting room. Jarvis, can you gather the rest of the Avengers onto the fourth floor?"
"Yes, sir," Jarvis replied. "Although, it seems as though all but Thor is already on the fourth floor."
"What are they doing there?" Tony asked.
"Using the projector in the meeting room to show Steve the show Once Upon a Time, sir," Jarvis told him.
"Hmmph," Tony grunted.
"Shall I tell them to put it away sir?"
"No, I think I'm going to scare them." Tony's face twisted into a grin that partially scared me.
"What are you planning on doing?" I asked him, quite curious.
"You'll see in just a second," he murmured.
Just then, the doors opened to reveal five people watching some show on a projector. They all looked over when the door dinged, and the one guy exclaimed, "Jarvis, shut the projector off!"
"Of course, Sam," Jarvis replied.
There were four boys and one girl in the room. The guy who had just spoken, Sam, had dark skin, short, army cut brown hair, and brown eyes. He was smiling at me, which I found odd, but maybe he was normally just cheery. Another one of the guys had curly black hair, and soft brown eyes. His smile seemed a bit forced, but he did seem kind. The last two boys seemed a bit more similar, they both had blonde hair and blue eyes. However, the one had a bit of spiked hair, and the other had his hair gelled. And the second one was buffer than the first, and a lot taller. The woman had red hair and green eyes which narrowed at me. She didn't scream friendly at me and I had a weird instinct to beat the crap out of her, which didn't make much sense as there was no way I could possibly beat her.
The blonde with his hair spiked, eyes went wide. Then he muttered something about having to leave, and tried walking past Tony to the elevator. However, Tony stopped him.
"Not so fast, Clint," he told him. "You're staying here."
"Why?" the guy, Clint, asked. "I have every right to leave."
"I called a meeting," Tony told him, sounding serious for the first time since I'd met him.
"So?" Clint sneered. "I'm leaving."
"You're staying. Jarvis, lock the room down. Only let Thor in. Definitely do not let Clint out until we're done with the meeting."
"Of course, sir," Jarvis replied. I had deduced by this time that perhaps Tony had some sort of AI running the building, doing stuff when Tony didn't feel like it, and helping out. It was a pretty smart idea, and I couldn't help but feeling in awe.
Clint grumbled, and went back to sit by the other blonde.
"While we wait for Thor, I think I'll introduce you to everyone. Megan, meet Black Widow, or Natasha Romanoff (the woman), Bruce Banner or the Hulk (black curly haired guy), Sam Wilson, or Falcon, Steve Rogers or Captain America (blonde with hair gel) and this squirmy little bugger is Clint Barton, or Hawkeye." Tony was grinning as he introduced everyone, who all gave some kind of small notification to show who he was talking about.
Just then, the elevator dinged again, and in walked a guy with really long hair and blue eyes. He was around the same built as Steve, but bigger. I was assuming he was Thor.
"Everyone is here," Tony exclaimed. "Megan, big guy who just walked in is Thor. Okay everyone, this is Megan Falke. She needs the Avengers!"
"What for?" Natasha asked.
"She lost her memory." He went over the story I had told him, concluding with the note. He asked me for the note, and they all passed it around, looking at it carefully.
"Why would someone send her here?" Steve asked, looking curiously.
"Like it matters," Clint inputted. "Can I go now?"
Tony gave him a long hard look. "What's the rush Legolas?"
"Nothing. I just have a life, and I have important stuff to do." Clint replied. He wasn't looking at Tony though, and since I had entered the room, he'd only looked at me once. I didn't know what his problem was, but I could feel hostility rolling off of his entire being.
"Just let him go," Steve murmured. "We'll see what we can do for Megan without him. And if we need him, one of us can go fetch him."
Tony looked at Steve, his brown eyes narrowing into slits. Then he looked back at Clint, and I swear, you could've cut the tension in that room with a knife. Finally, after what felt like forever, Tony growled. "You can go, Legolas. But stay in a reachable distance. Keep your cell phone on in case we do need you again."
"Yeah, yeah," Clint snapped.
And with that, he walked out, and Tony let out a frustrated sigh, which confused the living hell out of me.
