A/N: Hello, my loyal readers, I would first like to thank the readers who noticed the mistake I made with updating the last chapter to the wrong story, so thank you very much. I was in such a rush to give you the next chapter that I had a bit of a blonde moment and didn't look at which story I was updating it to. Oh well, I'm sure we've all had them in the past. Lol.

I'm so sorry that it has taken me so long to update this chapter, college assignments had gotten in the way a bit, however, I will try not to make it a habit.

Well after a long wait, I'm now here with chapter 3.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers, I only own the people you don't recognise the names of.

Now on with the story;

So, I think you could tell, that when my boss handed me the slip with the address of a building on it and told me to go interview Tony Stark, well, to put it simply, I was not impressed. I mean, why do I have to do it? Apparently, when you are one of the best reporters that 'The New York Times' has to offer, you've got to be the one to interview . I would have thought that if you were one of the best you would be doing something more important but apparently Tony Stark is important.

So here I am in my car driving to the strange warehouse type building just to see if Tony Stark will give me an interview for the paper. I doubt he will, I mean, he doesn't give anyone else an interview so what makes my boss think he will give me an interview. She expects me to do a miracle for her! I may be a goddess, but there is only so much I can do.

As I pulled up to the warehouse, I looked about, and slowly came to a stop in front of one of the warehouses. I got out of my car and looked at the slip of paper in my hand, "Warehouse 12. Where in the name of my niece, Hel, is warehouse 12?" I slowly started walking down a road pass a lot of warehouses, and what do you know, right at the end of a row of warehouses is…well…you guessed it…Warehouse 12.

Walking up to the door, I cautiously pulled it open. After all anything could be in that warehouse and I don't fancy visiting my niece so early in my long life. I mean come one, wouldn't you be cautious too, if you were in my shoes. Figuratively speaking, of course.

As I walked into the warehouse, I looked around steadily. I carefully tried to make no noise as I walked so I could hear everything around, that way no-one could get the drop on me.

"Hello? Is anybody here?" My voice echoed rather loudly. "Well that's not spooky at all now, is it?" I mumbled under my breath. Looking around behind me, I felt a shiver go down my spine. Have you ever had that feeling where you are being watched, but you think it's just your imagination but you just can't help it. So you end jumping at every slight sound because you've now wound yourself up so much that you are now paranoid you are being watched? Yes…well, that's how I'm feeling right now.

Suddenly I hear a voice next to me and jump about a mile in the air.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" The voice- that was definitely male- asked.

I turned my head to the side and saw a, one, Mr. Stark. Turning my hold body towards him, so we are face to face, I answered trying to keep my voice from quivering after my little near heart attack experience. "Mr. Stark, I am from 'The New York Times', my name is Ashton Clark. My boss, Miss Nevada, asked me to come here and find you, for an interview. She is under some assumption that you have a secret project and she would like to know what it is." Overall, I think that my little speech came out sounding rather professional…don't you think?

Tony Stark looked at me, his eyes dark, and back rigid. He didn't look very pleased about something. "How do you know about my project?" he asked my sternly. I don't think I have ever seen him so stern before, he's normally pretty laid back.

I looked him right in the eye and said "Look, I don't want to be here. I have better things to be doing than interviewing a man-whore such as yourself. So just save me my journey and tell me what you are doing, or so help me I walk write about some of your deepest, darkest secrets, that half the world can't even begin to imagine." After realising what I just said, I slapped a hand over my mouth. I would apologise but mother Frigga always taught me to tell the truth, and unfortunately that was more or less the truth.

Stark eyebrows had shot up into his hairline and he looked rather impressed that I had the guts to talk to him. "Impressive. You have a fiery temper, it sort of reminds me of Thor's temper funny enough. No-one has talked to me like that in a very long time, it's rather refreshing. Alright considering you asked so nicely, I'll tell you what I'm doing. So follow me." He said, quite pleased about something as he turned around and walked off me slowly trailing behind.

A/N: I know I didn't really cover the interview, but at least I gave you guys something to read. Right now though, I can't think what else to write and how I'm going to word the interview. I know it seems like a small chapter and I will try to make the next chapter longer than this, I promise.

Please review what you think. If you have any ideas, please feel free to share I can't promise I will use them, but I might. We'll just have to wait and see.

Thanks guys and I will see you in the next chapter. Bye.

-Splodge2209