A/N Don't go getting use to all these quick updates ;) I already had the first three written up but now I feel sick so I have nothing better to do.

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I waited for the elevator to chime, signaling my arrival on the level I wanted; which seemed to be taking a lot longer than I thought it would. I checked my nails and twirled my hair around my fingers impatiently before the doors opened revealing a well designed hallway that had two doors and a lot of modern—and expensive looking-art. I remembered which one I had to go through and entered the spacious living space.

I smiled at the lush space before walking into the bedroom and plopping down on the large bed. I lay there for a few minutes, catching my breath and trying to get up to speed on what was happening. It was a bit of a shock to be honest, going on a hit then ending up saving my targets life and going home with her. After a few minutes of thinking I heard footsteps wandering into the hall and realized I hadn't shut the door to the apartment.

"Phoebe?" a high voice asked accompanied by the creak of a door.

I sat up and saw Jane timidly standing by the door to my bedroom; I waved her in and rubbed my face tiredly, "Yeah?" I said with a tired smile.

"Sorry about Clint," she said, entering the room and walking over to the bed.

I shrugged, "doesn't matter, I was doing it right back," I reminded her, chuckling as I remembered Clint's shocked face when I retorted to his comments.

She nodded, "good comeback," she praised absently, gaze wandering around the warm yet impersonal room.

I chuckled, "yeah well, you have to admit I had a good point," I said loudly, trying to keep myself awake.

She nodded, "definitely, every female in the room gave Clint this collective glare," she said moving her hands to emphasize her meaning.

I smiled again but leant back and closed my eyes, "how's the arm?" I asked vaguely, half asleep.

I heard her move, "it feels alright, a bit sore but other than that good," she told me, "do you want to go to bed? Because I can leave," she said quickly after a few beats of silence

I waved a hand, "if you don't mind," I told her softly, sleep starting to take over.

I heard movement and small click, signaling she had left and closed the door behind her. I made a note to lock the door but I never got around to it. Sleep took over quicker than I care to admit.

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I woke up to a quiet environment, which for some reason made my heart beat faster and my palms sweaty. I shot up, gaze flying around the room in a hurry. I recognized Tony Stark's tower almost immediately, my body catching up and letting me deflate back onto the extremely comfortable covers with a sigh. I blinked a few times, allowing exhaustion to take a stronger hold of my body. I snuggled into the fluffy covers a little more, wanting nothing more than to sle—my stomach grumbled loudly, shocking me out of my stupor. Right then, I wanted nothing more than to eat my weight in bacon.

Meh, I can do that.

I stood up and stretched, disliking the way my clothes stuck to me instantly. I grimaced and looked down at my clothes, half of my tank top was missing, my jacket was dirty from the sand and my pants clung to my sweaty body. Just as I debated leaving to get changed I looked around and saw a note on my door. Curiosity piqued I went and ripped it off the door.

Hey, the girls and I have gone to fetch some breakfast because we can't be bothered cooking. I lent you some clothes so blame me if they're not what you wear… no body wears clothes like me… oh we also got you new underwear. Don't ask me why Natasha has packets of them…

-Darcy

I looked down at a plastic bag that was below the note and I shrugged before grabbing it and heading into the bathroom for a well deserved shower.

I quickly used a soft, plush towel to dry off before I looked down at the jeans and shirt Darcy had leant me. They didn't seem to be too bad but I wasn't wearing them just yet, so I couldn't talk. I sighed before making sure I was fully dry and slipping the underwear on before the bra and then continuing to stare down at the dark blue jeans.

I huffed before yanking the tight jeans on, checking my person in the mirror. I smiled at the way they made my butt look quite acceptable. Okay, okay… more than acceptable.

"Good enough," I muttered, running my fingers through my damp hair.

I pulled the shirt over my head and pulled it down so it settled comfortably on my body. I looked in the mirror and my face went blank. Seriously Darcy? The shirt read in big white letters that stood out strongly against the black fabric…

I'm a Virgin… But this is an old shirt

I snorted and exited the bathroom, walking over to the bed and pulling my shoes on again. I would ignore the shirt and the damn Avengers better do that as well otherwise heads will roll. Most likely Clint's but still…

"Hey are you up yet?" a loud voice called as it pushed the door open and barged in.

"Learnt how to knock yet?" I asked Darcy as she walked into the main area of the apartment, casual saucy look on her face as she shook her head vigorously.

She smiled when she saw the clothes I wore, "I take it you got my note," she said smugly laughing at the shirt.

I rolled my eyes as I nodded, trying not to stiffen. Now that I had had time to think, I was very cautious, even around someone as innocent as Darcy. Last night I had been on an adrenaline high and obviously not thinking straight or I would never have accepted an invitation from Stark. Now all I had to do was thank them and then leave… even if I had to sneak out. Darcy must have seen the hesitation in my eyes because she deflated a little.

"Uhm… the others are waiting," she told me, suddenly seeming much quieter.

I nodded and waited for her to leave before I let out the breath I had been holding. I could leave and send her clothes back… the elevator could go down and it would be too late to stop me. I shook my head, they had been kind enough to give me a bed and a lift I could at least say thank you before leaving.

I walked out and entered the elevator before pressing the button for a few levels up, heading towards the 'penthouse' as it was called. I could play the nice guy… then play the prison convict and high tail it out of there.

The elevator arrived far too quickly for my liking and I was greeted by loud laughs and voices as the Avengers ate. Jane saw me first and gave me a large smile before continuing to listen to Thor boom. Natasha had caught the smile and turned to see who it was aimed at; when she saw me she nodded politely and pointed to the empty seat next to her. I shook my head and walked over to Tony who was talking to a strawberry blonde woman. Pepper Potts.

"Stark?" I asked, expecting the room to go quiet. It didn't, the noise levels remained the same but I felt a few eyes flick to me for a second.

Tony turned and saw me, his face bright, "hey, wondered if you'd ever get up, I think Nat got you some breakfast," he said before attempting to turn and face Pepper again.

"Stark, I just wanted to say thank you," I said quickly.

He turned a bit hesitant before he saw the honesty on my face and he smiled gently, "No problem," he said with a nod before turning to Pepper and continuing to talk.

Well that was done… I could leave now, couldn't I? I started to walk back to the elevator, not really liking the feeling of being surrounded by people I didn't know very well. Well… people I didn't know personally. When I passed Natasha her hand caught my arm and she stopped my movements by sitting me in the chair next to hers. I glared at her and she raised her eyebrows as she took another bite of bacon.

I huffed and looked down at the meal before turning back to Natasha and shaking my head. She looked confused as I stood up, "tell Darcy I'll send her clothes back," I mumbled before turning and heading for the elevator.

I only felt Natasha's eyes on my back and knew the others hadn't caught my leaving just yet. I hurried and pressed the button for the ground floor.

Jane's POV

I smiled as Thor talked about Asgard passionately, ranting on about the lush vineyards and star filled skies. After a few minutes I turned to see if Phoebe was enjoying her meal but she wasn't next to Natasha. Where..?

"Hey where's Phoebe?" I asked Natasha, who was busy looking at the elevator with a confused expression.

Natasha turned back to me and swallowed before looking at Darcy, "She said she'd send your clothes back," Natasha said quietly, pushing the food around on her plate awkwardly.

"Did she leave?" Darcy asked stopping the conversation she was having with Bruce.

Natasha nodded, "Yeah, yeah she did," she said softly, almost looking guilty for having to tell us the news.

I felt a small pang of sadness at the words that came out of Nat's mouth; I couldn't deny that I really liked Phoebe, even after knowing her for only a few hours. But… she saved my life!

I bit my lip as I thought of what she did for me, out of the goodness of her heart… well, that sounded a teensy bit cheesy I thought absently. The others went quiet for a few minutes and I swear they all looked upset that she had left as well, even Clint. Although that might have been a trick of the light.

"Maybe we could ask Director Fury who she was…" Bruce said softly as his warm eyes watched Darcy's face crumple in sadness.

Natasha shook her head, "We never got a last name," she reminded us.

I heard a muffled curse and knew it had come from the lips of Darcy. She always was very creative about her language especially if she had a reason to be. I chuckled at the strange curse before I looked back at my breakfast, asking Thor to continue with his story.

The others hesitated, clearly unsure about what to do but soon Bruce had started to talk to Darcy once again and the others followed suit.

Phoebe's POV

I hated the bitter taste of guilt. And while I was walking, increasing the distance between the tower and myself, the guilt grew stronger. Also a small tinge of regret mingled with it, making me feel like I had just kicked someone's puppy or eaten Bambi's mother.

No. I had said thank you and promised to return all they had leant me. I had done right, saved Jane's life… and in return they attempted to save mine. I felt my eyes moisten but ignored the uncomfortable feeling as I walked the populated streets of New York.

I didn't have friends, I have enemies, I reminded myself. While yes they had been nice it was simply a thank you for saving a member of their family. They didn't actually like me; it was all their way of showing gratitude.

I paused when I realized I had left my clothes at the Tower, "Damn it," I muttered.

Well great, now I would have to return for them. Ah… maybe later… or I could always send a note asking them to send it to a fake address. Yeah, that'll work I thought proudly. I'd send the note with Darcy's clothes, I decided after a few seconds of deliberation.

I patted my bra and sent thanks that I had remembered to take my wallet and cell phone with me and keep them on my person. After a few minutes of thought I took out my cell phone and rang a colleague, after a short conversation I hurried over to the nearest store and brought clothes and food.

The Avengers had nothing to do with the fact I had just purchased an apartment in New York.

I smiled at the tanned woman as she waited for me outside the address I was given.

"Phoebe, good to see you," she said, already turning to unlock the apartment door.

I smiled and waited for her to enter the apartment building, "feelings mutual," I said following her, my hands full of plastic bags.

"Been shopping I see," she commented, as we entered the lush elevator, her eyes straying to the multiple bags.

I nodded, "the rest is being delivered, I can only carry so much," I shrugged off, allowing the tension to ease from my shoulders as we walked.

We small talked as we made our way to a cream coloured door. After a few seconds taken to open said door I was led into a plush and spacious apartment. I chuckled, "You always know how to find a apartment fit for me, don't you?" I asked the woman I often ran too.

She chuckled and gave me a hug, "Don't think anything of it Sis," she said with a smile.

I attempted to hug her back but my hands were full and after a pointed look at them she took some off my hands. She then asked what I had been doing and why I had such a sudden interest in buying an apartment in the big city. I told her about my previous adventure and told her a lie about the apartment; claiming I wanted more personal time with my little sister.

"Liar," she muttered, shaking her head in distaste.

I turned to her in shock, "I am not a liar," I exclaimed placing the bottles of water into the fridge, the rest of my purchases had been delivered, ranging from food to clothes… to a large TV. Oh yes.

"Yes you are," she commented, cutting the tags off the clothes before folding them and piling them high on the dining table.

"How?" I asked curiously, placing more things in my large fridge with a pout.

"Personal time? With me? No I highly doubt that, you normally just pop by, no problem… this has something to do with the Avengers," she said confidently, cocking a brow and waiting for me to argue.

"I hate it when you're right," I muttered, ignoring the self satisfied look she had going on.

She smirked, "it's a gift," she retorted.

I snorted, "It's your only one," I commented. She sputtered before throwing the scissors she had in her hands at me. I caught them easily but glared at her for the attempt.

She shrugged, "I knew you would catch that," she said airily, turning back to the task at hand.

I muttered under my breath as I started to stack plates into the cream colored cabinets. Apparently though, I spoke to loud because she suddenly turned on her heel and placed her hands on her hips. I quickly turned and pretended to clean the counter top.

"What did you say?" my sister demanded.

I winced, "Nothing," I shouted back. Since I had my back to her I didn't catch the pen she sent flying into the back of my head.

"Fuck!"

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-Taila