I spent the rest of the night running tests with Tony. He took a blood sample, an MRI, X Ray and ultrasound. He placed small pads with wires on my forehead and arms. He scanned each finger intensely and brought up dozens of information on his holograms. After an exhaustive solid 5 hours of testing, he sent me away where I found Natasha and Hawkeye.
"Hey, Tony done with you," Natasha gave m a small smile.
"Ya, I'm suppose to wait until everything comes back," I said, I noticed instantly that both of the mortal Avengers had their hands tensed and ready to jump at me.
"Please don't kill me," I raised my hands in surrender, "I promise that whatever that blast was, I can't do it on whim."
"Sorry," Natasha explained, "Old habits. We have no idea what's going on. It puts us on edge."
"I don't think we've been properly introduced. Hawkeye, or Clint Barton if you wish," Hawkeye stuck out a hand and I shook it.
"Clint," I grinned, "Southwest?"
"Iowa," He grinned, "It's a family name."
"We've got a room set up for you if you'd like," Natasha offered.
"No, not right no I was actually hoping to get something to eat. Maybe more then a sandwich?"
"Cap's favorite," Clint laughed, "How about shawarma?"
"I have no idea what that is," I shook my head, "How about a good old cheeseburger?"
"Good as any," Natasha walked away, elbowing Clint before he could protest.
"So what is it with you two? How are you not totally overwhelmed by this?" I gestured around us, "You're living and working with a billionaire, a god, a solider from the 40s, twins who have powers and a guy who can turn into a green rage machine?"
"Trust me," Clint laughed, "You get used to it once you realize the god's completely useless on Facebook."
"Oh," I smiled in mischief, "Thor is on Facebook? Definitely gonna have to add him as a friend."
"You and every other girl on the planet," Natasha laughed.
"He's worse then Steve," Clint shrugged, "Guess a 70 year old can work a computer better then an alien god."
"Can't nearly be as bad as when Tony spread trip wires all over the place when Pietro and Wanda came," Natasha said, Clint busted up laughing.
"Oh man! That was gold! Runs in here all excited like 'Yay I'm an Avenger' and all that and bam! Trips over his own two feet!"
"What did Pietro do to deserve that?" I asked, "Besides trying to kill him?"
"It wasn't even that," Clint winked, "He beat the Iron Man suit across the ocean. Tony thought that he wouldn't be able to run over water."
"He can do that?" I was surprised, having quick feet over land was one thing, but over water that constantly moved? That was impressive.
We made our way to the kitchen where Natasha set the stove to cook a couple patties evenly on both sides. We talked and laughed at the stories between the Avengers.
I found that none could truly lift Thor's hammer and that Bruce could now maintain complete control over the Hulk. I learned that the twins had been given their own names as Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch, that they were actually the turning point for the Avengers against Ultron. I learned that Steve was close to finding and hopefully saving his old friend Bucky and that Tony lamented the loss of his corvette. We chatted for hours, but when my eyelids began to drop, Natasha guided me up to my room.
"Good night Kay, tomorrow we'll talk more," She whispered softly to me.
I murmured good night and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, I made my way to the kitchen, meeting again with the spy and archer as well as Tony.
"Morning Kay," He smiled at me.
"How are you up so early?" I growled, I was not a morning person.
Unfortunately I couldn't sleep past 10. Stupid coma.
"Oh I didn't sleep," He winked, "I just decided to work all night."
"Shocker," Natasha rolled her eyes sipping coffee.
"Hey when you come across something like this? You can't sleep!" He argued.
"Come across what?" I asked.
"You're plasma blast. It has nothing to do with your body itself, but your brain!"
"Ok?" I as still confused.
"Well I mean it's a little with your body, but not like I thought! Do you remember how you felt when I told you I fixed your car?" He asked.
"Yes," I growled, my temper flaring, "Pissed off that you thought you could do that! Without my permission!"
"Ah see! Right there!" Tony cried, flinching, "Emotional! Whatever you did was triggered by emotions and by the fight or flight response of adrenaline!"
"Meaning?"
"Meaning that when you become emotional, a response is triggered in you. It's from when we were more tribal and faced off against rivals or large predators. We could either run away or stand and fight," Tony explained, "Most people only have it in extreme situations like being attacked, others have trained themselves to activate it at a moment's notice."
"It can give people a boost of strength that they didn't have before," Clint continued, "Like if a baby was stuck in a car and a mom rips a door off to save her, It can be used like that too."
"So adrenaline is what made me blast that plasma?" I asked.
"It's the most plausible answer we have," Tony shrugged.
"So now what?" I asked, staring at my hands, my perfectly normal hands.
"Now we see what you can do!" He grinned, in a controlled environment of course."
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Natasha asked.
"Hey I'm a genius superhero," Tony shrugged, "What could go wrong?"
I shared a look with Natasha and she shook her head, "You're nuts."
"They said that about my dad and lookie here we've got a super soldier 70 years later," He grinned.
"And you a known drunk in a metal armored suit," Clint added.
"Hey I fly sober!" Tony shot back, "Most of the time."
Natasha raised an eyebrow.
"Ok like one out of three," Tony rolled his eyes, "But c'mon Kay, this is about you!"
"Can I do something else first?" I asked, "My family? Friends? My car?"
"Of course!" Tony nodded, "Take the elevator down to B1 and you'll find the garage on the right. I do have to suggest you not go out yet."
"Sure, sure!" I yelled, dashing out of the kitchen. I couldn't wait to see my car!
