A/N Hey, hope you're like this so far and you're enjoying the plot and my OC Phoebe :)

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Phoebe's POV

"Oh stop mumbling," Jane scolded as I sulked in my seat, my head hanging low while I grumbled under my breath.

I glared at her before folding my arms and turning away. I heard a deep chuckle and knew that the God of Thunder found my temper tantrum amusing. My next glare was dedicated to him and his obnoxious gorilla arms.

He just winked in response making my glare intensify. Ridiculous. This was the God of Thunder? Seems like an oversized Puppy Dog to me. I stared at him strangely when he started blabbering on to Jane, waving his arms around wildly as he told her a story.

I felt someone staring and turned to meet the head on glare of Clint, "Cupid," I acknowledged, bowing my head once.

He made a small noise and folded his arms, "You know our names but we don't know yours," he pointed out, his eyes boring into mine.

I thought for a few seconds, "She does," I said pointing to Jane with a small smirk.

Jane sent me a small smile before focusing on Thor once again. Clint scoffed and shifted slightly, "I don't," he said gruffly.

I sighed and rubbed my neck before answering him, "what a shame," I said with a wink.

He stared at me for a few seconds before his eyes narrowed briefly and he averted them. I didn't change my facial expression and turned away as well, facing Darcy. She smiled and lifted her tub to me, I cocked my head and she rolled her eyes before passing me the spoon as well.

I smirked before nodding my thanks and—copying her previous actions—spooned a large mouthful of vanilla ice-cream into my mouth. I chuckled through the cold mouthful and she smiled and giggled taking the tub from me. I moved the cold treat around in my mouth before swallowing it and looking puzzled.

"How is that still frozen?" I asked pointing to the large tub and the happy female.

She shrugged not answering as she spooned more into her mouth, her lips red from the cold. I muttered something about ice-cream under my breath as the Jet rocked gently before straightening up. I winced and lent back, closing my eyes, hoping to catch a few minutes of sleep.

I jolted awake as the Jet hit something hard. The others looked calm so I assumed we had landed at our destination. Which was hopefully not SHIELD head quarters. I rubbed my eyes briefly before I stood up and stretched, basically purring when my back popped deliciously.

"Nice nap?" Darcy asked me holding an empty ice cream container in her hands.

I gave the empty tub a quick look before I raised my eyes to hers, "please tell me you didn't eat that on your own," I said, pointing at the tub with a shocked look.

She simply smiled and waggled her eyebrows. I raised my own eyebrows and watched her walk over to the now lowered ramp, throwing the empty tub up into the air before catching it. I watched as the others piled out, Clint going last after he threw a glare at me. I looked down and watched him walk out before sighing and following his fine example.

Stark was waiting for me, "Which floor did you want to go on? Two Avengers share a floor," he explained, "Natasha and Bruce are the only ones who don't 'share'" he said using his fingers to make quote marks.

I winced, "I'll bunk with Natasha, if you don't mind," I said with a strained smile, already regretting my decision.

He nodded before looking around, "Where is the big guy?" he asked curiously, his gaze sweeping the rooftop.

Natasha's head shot to Stark's, "He was in the pilot seat when we started to ride home. He's waiting for us to leave so he can get out," she said emotionlessly before entering the tall tower.

I took notice of my environment and smiled softly at the high view of New York. Tony smiled when he saw my gaping, "Welcome to the Avengers Tower," he said before clapping me on the shoulder while in his suit which really hurt.

I turned to tell him to keep his hands to himself but he was already lowering himself onto another level where large rings started to encompass him. I shook my head and backed away from the ledge and turned just in time to see a naked man sneak across the roof.

I snorted a laugh but didn't turn around. The man saw me and his eyes widened before he looked confused… then a little angry.

"Who are you?" he asked, trying to sound threatening… while butt naked. Wasn't working for him in the least.

I sobered up but still felt the need to laugh, "I'm a… guest. Ask Stark," I told him before turning around again and looking over the skyline, leaving him in peace.

I heard movement and the man was gone, out the small door that led into the large building. I sighed and closed my eyes briefly, wanting nothing more than to jump off the edge and run… but if I jumped off the edge I wouldn't be able to run afterwards, or breathe for that matter. So… kind of off my list of heroic escapes.

"Tony says we are sharing a floor," a voice commented behind me.

I turned and met the red hairs eyes, "for one night Miss Romanoff, I hope that's not too much of an inconvenience," I said dully, my eyes bored.

The corners of her lips twitched up slightly, "No, it will be nice to have another female around, even if it is only for a night," she said with a friendly smile. It was fake, but friendly nonetheless.

I watched her movements as she walked towards, copying my actions, "So, what is your name?" she asked curiously.

I smiled falsely, "Phoebe," I told her, first names were safe, last names is where the trouble came from.

She nodded, "you already know mine," she said coolly.

I nodded in agreement and a silence fell over us. Thankfully it was quite comfortable and I didn't feel awkward. Natasha's eyes flicked to me for a fraction of a second before she sighed and turned to me. Something was up.

"So if you don't mind me asking why… why did you save Jane's life?"

I shrugged, "Do you think she deserved to die?" I asked her.

She gave a small noise as an answer, "everyone deserves to die," she said cryptically.

I turned to her with a strange distant look in my eyes, "is just depends on when," I continued for her, the corner of my mouth quirking up humorlessly.

She nodded and opened her mouth but I cut in, "I know more about the Avengers and their family than you think," I told her, "if you wished to know you only had to ask, not use your mind games," I snapped.

She looked abashed for a second before she composed herself and raised her eyebrows, "told you, I know more about you than you think," I said with a strained smile.

She chuckled, and I was a little bit shocked to hear such a warm noise come from the normally cold assassin. She shook her head and looked to me with interest, "So what do you know about us?" she asked, her lips slightly curled up.

"You're Natasha Romanoff, you work for SHIELD along with Agent Clint Barton, who is an incredible archer, if I do say so myself. Dr. Bruce Banner is also part of your band of misfits and when his heart beat increases he turned into a giant green rage monster," I said bluntly before continuing, "Tony Stark, the famous inventor and billionaire genius—"

"Don't forget playboy," Natasha interrupted.

I nodded, "Playboy who was previously taken hostage by a group called the Ten Rings, he was in an accident which caused shrapnel to become lodged into his chest, his Arc Reactor stops the shrapnel from reaching his heart and tearing it to pieces. He is also known as Iron man. Then there is Steve Rogers, the man out of time, who seventy years ago faced off against Red Skull who worked for HYDRA, a weapons group who harvested the powers of Tesseract and placed it into deadly weapons. Steve became trapped in ice when he crashed a plane full of explosives into the water. Then we have Thor; the God of Thunder who was 'banished' here a few years ago and his brother; Loki then leveled a small town out of a fit of rage." I turned to her, "anything else?" I asked.

Her lips twitched again and she continued to look over the edge of the building with an almost peaceful look in her eyes. I watched her and mimicked her actions, looking over the wide awake town. I went quiet and listened to the sounds of the city… which consisted of a few car honks and a siren… and a scream somewhere off in the distance.

I made a face and stood up straighter when I heard the scream, I heard a faint chuckle come from Natasha, "It's the city that never sleeps," she exclaimed.

I scoffed, "well, it needs to take a fucking nap," I groaned, dropping my head back.

Natasha laughed openly and clapped me on the shoulder respectfully before looking up as the sky started to darken and flash, "We should head inside," she said carefully.

I nodded, following her gaze before walking after her. Just as soon as I hit the door, it started to rain heavily. I watched the rain fall before I continued walking down the cold, white steps that led into the main part of the house.

"We're on the floor below Thor and Jane who are below the penthouse… which means we're roughly the third floor from the top." She said, working out the math in her head.

I nodded and smiled at her in thanks when she held the door open for me. We entered the large living area which had everything ranging from a kitchen to a room I could see that was filled to the brim with bean bags. All the rooms branched off with large arch ways leading into each room. It was very spacious and modern. So very… Stark.

"Hey look who it is," Clint said sarcastically raising his glass in my direction with a fake smile.

I smiled back at him coldly before focusing on the blushing Banner who was looking anywhere but me. I smiled at him before walking in front of him, "Hello, I'm sorry for what happened out there," I said apologetically.

He smiled shyly, "its uhm fine, Bruce Banner," he introduced himself, holding out a hand.

I smiled softly and took the offered, "Phoebe Ril—" I cleared my throat and covered up the hiccup with a flash of a smile.

"Phoebe!" Clint exclaimed

I turned to him and watched him with slight interest, "Yes Phoebe… and why are you so happy…"

"Now I know what name to put on the arrow I'm about to stick in your throat," he said with another fake smile.

I growled and turned away with a huff, my eyes flashing slightly as Tony told me which door I had to go through to get to my room. It was the left one by the way.

"Oh… someone's on their period," Clint mumbled.

I turned to him, "don't just assume that because I'm angry I'm on my period because next time I see you asleep on the couch or in your bed I'm going to assume that you're dead and go bury you in the back yard," I said with a shrug before turning on my heel and walking towards the elevator.

I love that last joke… absolutely love it! I had to put it in there… hope you like it and no one's acting too OOC

-Taila