I just blink. Right…like I want to be around a bunch of adults in colorful bodysuits. I mean really…what do I have to gain from this? Nothing! But they seem to have known my father. Besides, if I don't like it, I'll leave.

Some sort of alarm starts pounding through the building, and gradually works it's way through my head. No one else even changes his or her facial expression. Wasp points to a closet

"Get changed! We're heading out in ten!"

I nod, and start heading for the closet, my side hurts like crazy, but I can focus enough to block the pain out, the alarm is another story though and the last thing I need is to be injured and unable to hear in a fight. I shape shift my ears off, at least until I get out of the building, that way I'll be able to hear when it counts.

I quickly change into the black outfit, leggings and a long shirt. There's a blue violet stripe on the bottom of the shirt and at the end of the three-quarter sleeves. Better than I thought it would be.

My vision goes a little hazy as I make my way towards the jet, going off of my memories, little snippets from when I opened my eyes momentarily in a half awake state then drifted back into unconsciousness. Not a lot to go off, and I'm not in a great state overall anyway. Oh well.

I don't hear him come up behind me for obvious reasons. Blondie puts a hand on my shoulder and steers me through the mansion. I look up at him quizzically, one eyebrow raised so high it's nearly touching my golden hair, which is pulled back in a messy ponytail.

He raises both eyebrows. Then tilts his head towards the door and then rushes back into that maze of a building, probably because that hammer of his isn't at his belt.

I open the door he showed me and head down a flight of stairs to the landing platform, where the roof is just starting to open up. Hawkeye waves to show that we're about to leave. Thor come in behind me, his engraved hammer in one hand, wielding it as though it weighed no more than a feather. We all pile into the jet. I take the navigator's seat, Stark looks surprised, then I remember I don't have ears. I shift them back and shrug.

"Kid, you sure you can navigate fast enough for this jet?"

I let out something similar to a snort. " 'Course, I've flown and navigated every jet my dad ever built, so I'm sure I can handle it."

He shrugs. "But if you can't, hand it over to Panther, ok? No stupid teenage pride, got that?"

I nod and make sure I look sincere. Ha! This is going to be so much fun! A Piece of cake! I've never seen a jet I can't fly, and he thinks navigating could