Short, sweet and a little weird, sorry busy day and I didn't have a solid idea on how to initiate the avengers, hopefully I'll do better later, thanks to my reviews, Phoen,
"Little J. Wake up." Someone was shaking me from my dreams. I tried to ignore them. "J, there are some people here to meet you." I heard a chuckle…I knew that chuckle anywhere. I suddenly floated back to reality.
"Tony…" I groaned.
"Aww…come on! You're not that lazy, are you?" I could hear the smirk within his voice. "The avengers are here!" That woke me up completely.
"Where?" I shot my eyes open, observing my surroundings. A very amused Tony stood next to the roller chair I had been sleeping in. He seemed to be trying not to burst out laughing. Great. Thanks Tony.
"Right here." Tony gestured to the group standing in front of the desk. I opened my eyes in shock, there grinning at me with amused smirks on their faces, were the avengers. Earths mightiest hero's. The only problem was, they looked normal?
"Hey, I'm Steve Rodgers," the fair headed man in the middle of the group walked over and shook my hand.
"As in Captain America?" I breathed awe rolling off me in waves.
"Yeah, but most people just call me Cap," he chuckled softly.
"I'm Jess, Jess Stark," I beamed a small blush tinging my cheeks. Tony from his position in the corner begins laughing. I shoot him a glare. SO not helping.
"Sup Jess, I'm Clint," A brunette in a tight bikers jacket and jeans who I recognised from my bedroom wall smiled at me.
"Hawkeye," I breathed, if I wash blushing before now I was a full out crimson. A lanky blonde in a tight fitting shirt and skinny jeans laughed with Tony, nodding at me from the corner,
"Thor, witch leaves you as, Bruce Bauner, otherwise known as the hulk?" I turned to face the rougly shaven man in the ill fitting suit, he just nodded at me as a catlike figure, dressed in a short skirt and top sauntered up to the desk. Ugh I resisted the urge to spit in Tony's ex P.A's Hair.
"I'm the black widow," she grinned saucily at me, for some reason I had never liked her. I think it maybe had something to do with the whole, hitting on my brother thing. A throaty cough sounded through the room, I flicked my eyes to the door to see the scary looking man leaning against the wall. "So if these guy are the models" I pointed to Hawkeye and Thor "and those guys the managers, what's that make you, the pimp?" I asked looking at Fury. He just raised an eyebrow at me in a 'I'm not stooping to your level!' glare. To bad I really liked my level.
"Ms. Stark," he glared at me, "it has recently been bought to my attention that you could be of help to our mission."
"Really?" I looked over a Tony who grinned at me, looks like all the begging and pleading payed off.
"Really," Fury looked at me, "The group had decided to place you on a temporary probation. You are to complete a training session with each member of the group and report to Steve at the end of each day, if you are found to be unsuitable, you will no longer be apart of the avengers. I nodded not daring to believe it. I got to hang out and work with the avengers. I only had one question.
"When do I start?"
