A/N: Well... This is awkward.

I mean, it's been... Seven months since I updated last, hasn't it? Time sure flies by fast! With all the events happening in my life, I was ready to abandon ship and leave y'all to figure out the room and why Tony's so possessive over the seventy-first level.

But then, late at night, I looked through the whole piece. And I was reminded of why I started the piece in the first place.

So I've decided to continue.

It's 1:25 am in the morning and my iPod's at 80% battery but I will not rest until I have this chapter up for you.

Enjoy!

~.~

As Tony flew over the New York City skyline in a mad dash to his meeting, he couldn't help but worry.

The Seventy-First level was so precious to him- it held memorabilia from his past, it held the only tokens of his parent's memory, of the bright eyed, selfless and inquisitive child he was before. It held so much sentimental value to him; the floor held the key to unlocking the essence to who he really was. Sure, Steve could pester around in the music hall and draw to his wildest desires in the artist corner, but if he ever found that room-

- all Tony could do was hope.

~.~

Steve climbed the stairs from the dining room to the seventy first floor, sketchbook and the coffee he won from Pepper (oh, what a victorious round of rock, paper, scissors indeed!) clutched gently in his hands.

Looking behind him to make sure he was not being followed, Steve quietly opened the door and slipped inside, demanding Jarvis to lock it shut.

Steve schlepped all the way to the music room, his tired eyes rapidly brightening to the sight of the guitar sitting on the piano by the window. Placing his sketchbook and coffee down on the table by the couch, he pitter-pattered eagerly to the guitar, strumming it a few times to rouse his exhausted memory.

"E flat, G sharp," he muttered happily to himself, the familiar feeling of strings under fingers flowing back to him in a clear focus.

The captain moved his bulk all the way to the couch, gently strumming and humming as he thought about the day's recent events.

It wasn't surprising that Tony was the first thing that came to mind.

Given his behaviour at the breakfast table, Steve knew something was up. He knew it also included him, taking the suspicious stares into consideration. His long pauses, the lack of snarky jokes...

To say he was curious was a bit of an understatement.

(Maybe something happened between him and Pepper?

Oh my god, what if he thought that Steve had taken an interest in Pepper?)

Steve shook his head free of the thoughts, the constant strum of the notes breaking as he did so.

It wasn't his place to wonder.

But... It was his place to wonder what else the seventy first level had for him.

Placing the guitar back where he had found it, Steve took the sketchbook and his coffee, departing the room to explore what other adventures the floor could give him.

~.~

He felt strangely comfortable walking through these halls.

Regardless of the fact that he was still clad in his PJs and most likely had coffee breath, Steve couldn't help but feel familiarity at each step he took within the hallway. Gulping down the remainder of his coffee, Steve opened the door to a storage room, feeling strangely disappointed at the mop and the bucket residing inside.

"Did you need some cleaning supplies, Captain Rogers?" a voice chirped from the ceiling and Steve smiled sheepishly up at the ceiling.

"No, Jarvis," the Captain replied. "Just... looking around."

"Be careful where you explore, sir," the AI responded immediately. Catching a tone where it seemed like Jarvis wanted to add more, Steve narrowed his eyes.

"Anything else, Jarvis?" Steve asked.

The AI didn't bother to dignify his suspicions with a response, instead opting to fall silent.

Suspicious, Steve closed the door to the storage room and observed his surroundings. The still-opened door to the music room was to his left while beside him to his right, there were three other unknown doors. Six doors leading to wonderland (he suspected, he was beginning to think Tony stored a great amount of marijuana somewhere in the level) lay in front of him on the other side while to the right of him, there was a long-winding hallway that led to god-knows-where. Steve closed the storage closet door and headed for the hallway, his footsteps stomping loudly in the silent floor.

- and immediately halted in his footsteps.

At the end of the hallway, there resided a door. But not just any particular door, oh no-

- this door was painted in red, white and blue.

And to add insult to injury, an ancient prototype of his shield hung on the door.

Curiosity fuelling his veins, the captain rushed down the hallway and stopped before he could even think of opening the door.

It obviously has something to do with me, Steve thought, his ocean eyes scanning pensively over the door. That's my shield.

Or maybe Tony really loves America, another delusional voice piped up in his brain.

Steve took a breath.

Only one way to find out.

He placed his hand on the knob and softly turned i-

- "AVENGERS ASSEMBLE."

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A/N: Bwahaha! xD Steve found the room and he's dying to know what's in it but- oh, my of course there had to be an alarm for the Avengers to assemble. Tsk tsk.

It's 2:09 am right now where I am, so I'm pretty glad I completed this in less than an hour. Expect another chapter to be coming up tomorrow night at the same time- my mind's pretty active at night.

Leave a review! I'd like to know if anyone's still out there reading this!

(- and of course, I haven't forgotten about child's play. I'm just thinking of the perfect holiday one shot, so expect that to come out pretty soon.)

And thus, because I have a headache and I still needa post this on FF and bold and put italics on some words, I must sign off.

Thanks for reading and expect the next chapter tomorrow!

~ Jazzy.

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