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Jane's POV
I ran my hands through my hair as Darcy and I waited for Thor and the others to arrive. Darcy was pigging out on ice-cream patiently and Phoebe was twitching slightly, while I just sat there, watching her.
"Darcy, why did you have to tase her?" I asked after five minutes of silently watching the rouge assassin moan and twitch.
Darcy shrugged, spooning more ice cream into her mouth before speaking, "She would've left," she mumbled, her voice sounding muffled.
I spluttered, "I… just… no comment," I said back, watching her grin at me, mouth fill of vanilla ice-cream.
I couldn't help but smile back, Darcy's smile was contagious. She pointed her spoon at me dangerously, "you would've done the same!" she sang.
I snorted, "Would not!" I argued.
She gave me a look, "don't go making such unattractive noises," she said, sounding like she was straight out of some posh English show, "it will definitely put Thor off," she said, lifting her chin.
I scoffed, "You sound like you're Mr. Darcy off Pride and Prejudice," I told her, laughing behind my hand.
She glared at me, "I sound like a man?" she deadpanned.
I shrugged, "I could go either way," I said teasingly, lighting rolling my shoulders before wincing at the pain in my arm.
She opened her mouth to argue but the ground rumbled beneath our feet. I shot up from my chair as a loud booming voice could be heard, along with more yells and loud rumbles. It didn't take long for my front door to be blown off its hinges and a blonde haired man to come bursting through, waving a hammer around like a mad man.
"Jane!" he exclaimed, his eyes frantically searching the room for me.
"Thor," I said softly, my voice the complete opposite of his in the silence.
His whole face lit up as he ran forward wrapping his arms around me tightly and burying his face in my hair. The other Avengers burst through after that, their weapons pursed. They frowned as Thor pulled back staring at me before looking relieved that the danger had passed.
"What happened?" Thor demanded, checking me over sub-consciously.
I looked over to Darcy, "it's hard to explain," I said with a sheepish smile as the others scoped the place out.
"Someone's over here… and they're twitching… a lot," Natasha said uncertainly, her gaze flying up.
I rolled my eyes, "Blame Darcy," I cried, pointing at her accusingly while still clutching onto Thor with one hand.
She scoffed, "she would've left if I hadn't," she defended, again picking at the fraying hems of her shirt while the Ice cream lay on her lap forgotten.
I chuckled, "well, you have a point there," I said, giving Thor a bright smile, waiting for the inevitable smile I would receive back.
But he was busy staring at my arm instead of at me. I looked down; some blood had leaked through the make-shift bandage and it had captured Thor's attention rather quickly apparently. His fingers gently trailed over the black material while he frowned.
"Jane," he mumbled, carefully lifting up my arm so the others could see it and shooting me a concerned look.
"Its fine," I whispered, lifting his chin with my fingertips and staring him right in the eye.
"Okay, break it up before people start reliving their dinner and tell us what the hell happened here!" Tony demanded, lifting the visor on his suit.
I hesitated before nodding, "well I saw her just standing there," I said pointing to the twitching Phoebe with my finger distractedly, "and then she just came in and raised her gun, I honestly thought she was going to shoot me and—and I screamed but she just fired behind me at the chair," I explained, moving out of Thor's grasp and flipping the couch cushion, showing the bullet hole before picking at it with my finger.
"She took this thing out of her ear and crushed it under the heel of her foot," I continued, pointing to the small pile of wires and black plastic over by the entrance to the hall.
Stark walked over and bent down the best he could while in his suit, "Just an ear comm." he said briefly, motioning for me to continue.
I nodded and walked over to her unconscious body, looking down at her while I spoke, "she said I should get down on the floor, and Darcy should ring you," I said, smiling at Thor, "we didn't listen; I suppose you could say we were a bit shocked. She looked annoyed and just tripped me up before stealing Darcy's phone and ringing you herself," I said with a small chuckle.
"Well—Uhm, after that I kind of threatened her…" I admitted sheepishly, "she explained that she wanted nothing to do with this and that she was trying to save my life, so I went along with it and laid on the floor. She came over to me with a large knife and said she was going to make a cut on my arm so it would bleed and make it look as though I had been shot." I said fingering the aching wound absently.
"She hurried after that, placing it on my stomach and turning my head away, before fixing the pillow and diving behind the counter. Luckily once the man came in; he seemed convinced that I was dead and knew that you would be on your way so he quickly left, saying that if they saw someone called Miss Riley they had to take her down." I said watching her chest rise and fall peacefully.
"A few minutes after he left she hurried out of her hiding spot and tried to stop me from bleeding out. When that was done she tried to leave but I wouldn't let her," I said giggling, "Darcy said she would deal with it and walked off, leaving us to talk. She tried to say that she should be leaving but I asked why she didn't kill me. She just said it wasn't her fight, but then said that she had a feeling she had dragged herself into it. After that I asked her name… then Darcy tasered her!" I exclaimed loudly.
"How long will it take for her to wake up?" Natasha asked, crouching as she removed Phoebe's weapons carefully.
Darcy shrugged, "I'm not sure, Thor woke up hours later, but I suppose if you douse her in water she'll be up real quick," she said chuckling as she went back to her ice-cream happily.
"What's her name?" Clint asked slowly lowering his arrow and looking down at Phoebe curiously, a small look on his face.
I smiled before walking into the closet and grabbing a bucket, "ask her yourself," I said thrusting the bucket at him.
He rolled his eyes playfully before dutifully going to fill it up. A few minutes later he came back in balancing the full bucket in his hands carefully. He walked over and raised his eyebrows, waiting for me to step back. Once I did, he gestured to Natasha, who stood up and grabbed her gun, then slowly but surely aimed it at Phoebe.
Clint quickly dumped the water over her head.
Phoebe's POV
I felt a sudden rush of cold encompass the upper half of my body. And when I say cold I mean bloody, fucking cold!
I shot up with a gasp, quickly wiping at my eyes, so I could see straight. I blinked hard a couple of times before I heard the distinct sound of a gun cocking. Slowly, I turned my head and saw none other than Natasha Romanoff, staring me down menacingly.
I didn't flinch just adverted my gaze, trying to find a friendly face. And sure enough there it was; Jane was smiling down at me reassuringly, a slight blush on her cheeks as she cradled her hand to her chest. I attempted to stand up but winced when my stomach clenched painfully. Jane winced with me and offered me her uninjured hand.
"Need help?" she asked as I struggled to stand.
I smiled meekly, taking the offered hand before she pulled me to my feet. I groaned and turned a glare on Darcy, who smiled through a mouthful of ice cream.
I scoffed, "you're lucky there's a gun pointing at my head otherwise I would tasering you right now Miss Lewis," I said darkly, attempting to straighten up without sending tendrils of pain through my muscles.
She just shrugged, "you don't have a Taser," she pointed out to me.
"I could always use yours," I said back, narrowing my eyes.
She hesitated before scoffing and going back to her ice-cream. I snorted and closed my eyes briefly before addressing my next problem… that being the gun pointed at my temple.
Jane followed my gaze and motioned for Natasha to drop the gun, but she didn't move, just raised her eyebrows in return. I looked down the barrel of the gun before looking back up into her sea green eyes.
"You'd be doing me a favor," I said quietly, not blinking.
She frowned before lowering the gun, "well, we can't have that," she said dismissively holstering her gun once again.
I nodded and cracked my back, stretching out my limbs. The large blonde man—also known as Thor—came up to me, a blank look on his handsome features.
"You saved her life," he said before holding out a hand calmly.
I stared at it before slowly reaching out and shaking it respectively, "she didn't deserve to die," I explained.
He nodded, "I am thankful nonetheless my lady," he said with a soft smile.
Jane came up behind me and hugged the blonde man around the middle, "told you he'd want to thank you," she said smugly, looking content in the God's arms.
I shrugged, "you could see my concern," I said pointedly, looking over my shoulder at the red head.
The red head in question just shrugged as she fingered the gun in her holster. I looked around and saw that the room was occupied by all of the Avengers except for a certain green rage monster.
"Uhm, where's… you know…" I motioned with my hands, trying to impersonate a large man when silence fell over the room.
I heard someone laugh and I turned trying to find the source. It was a well muscled man who was patiently fingering a bow. Must be… Clint Barton? I scoffed and turned back to Jane, seeing if she got my meaning.
"The, uh, big guys outside," Tony—I mean Ironman said with a nervous laugh, gaze flicking to the nearest window.
I nodded, "well then, there goes that plan," I muttered.
"Plan?" Jane repeated confused.
"I was planning to high-tail it out the window," I said sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck with a small smile in her direction as I sat down on her couch.
"You expect to be able to get past me?" Clint said sarcastically, purposefully placing an arrow in his bow and tugging on the string slowly.
I smirked at him, "And what would you do about it Katniss?" I retorted.
Tony made a noise, "Damn, Hunger Games reference," he said, shaking his head, "she's good," he commented, pointing a finger in my direction as his suit whirled.
I felt the air rush past my head, and my hair flicked up slightly with the rush. A dull thud was heard and I turned to see an arrow in the couch right next to my head. I turned back to the culprit with flashing eyes.
"If you expect me to be impressed, you gotta work harder than that Cupid," I said pulling the arrow out and walking over to him.
He narrowed his eyes slightly when I invaded his personal space and placed the arrow back in his quiver, "A lot harder," I said with a smirk.
He growled and walked out, throwing me a glare over his shoulder. I chuckled and looked back at Jane.
"I better be heading off, I have a long way to walk" I said awkwardly, slowly backing up.
Jane hesitated as Tony spoke up, "If you need it, we can give you a lift," he offered with a shrug, "Least we can do,"
Jane's face lit up, "or better yet, a place to stay for the night, I mean you've been tasered and—and been knocked out and bullied by Clint and I kind of owe it to you, "she started to babble, "you did save my life and if you leave alone the Hulk will probably grind you to a little white—"
"Jane! Gee, woman," I said with a small snicker, "I'll be alright and I don't think this place is safe to sleep in anyway," I commented dryly, referring to the fact that if they slept in this house they would probably be caught. Or worse…
Thor stepped forward, "No, we will be taking Jane and Lady Darcy back to Stark Tower for the night, they will be in no danger," he said confidently.
I nodded, "Good," I said with a smile.
Jane looked at me expectantly, "Well?" she pushed.
I frowned, "well… Uhm… you can't just offer up someone else's house," I tried to argue, looking between the hopeful Jane and the curious Tony.
Tony waved it off, "No, she's right, I like you so far and my house is your house… for now," he warned before following Clint out the door.
I frowned and looked across the room at Darcy, "I—but—Darcy?" I asked, waiting for her to argue.
"I agree with Jane… and Tony," she said with a shrug.
I looked over to Natasha, knowing an argument would come from her. She just looked at me before walking over to Darcy and promptly stealing her ice-cream. Darcy shrieked and followed Natasha out the door, yelling at the top of her lungs. I suppose that's the best I'm going to get from the cold assassin.
Jane smiled and came over to me, placing her hand over my shoulder, "Don't bother arguing," she sang, walking out the door Thor following behind her with a relieved look plaster on his features.
I stood there gaping as they all left the room happily, not bothered by the fact that a killer was going to be following them home. They knew I was an assassin and they had just offered me a bloody bed for the night? And a lift home? I was shocked out of my thoughts when I heard a deep voice echo from beside me.
"Lady's first," the man—Captain America—said before gesturing to the door.
I took one look at his star spangled outfit and sighed before walking out.
Chapter 2, done and dusted, oh yeah :)
-Taila