A/N- I'm back again! That's two in the same day! (I think. Time kinda blurs together during the summer. XD)

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It was around noon the next day when Tony came in his Iron Man suit to pick me up. He held out a hand for me to take so he could fly us to the Tower, but I looked at it skeptically. "Isn't there another way we could go?"

"Why? Afraid?" he asked.

I opened my mouth to say something, but it just came out in a long breath. "I… don't do flying."

He laughed. "You realize you were flying for about two or three hours yesterday, right?"

I glared. "Fine. I don't do dangling from unnerving heights as someone flies me over New York. Can I just meet you there? I can guarantee that I'll be there faster."

Tony, apparently, likes a challenge. "Oh, really? You think that you could beat me by walking? Fine, be that way. You know where the tower is, right?"

I smirked. "Don't need to. I'll see you there."

Tony shook his head. "Fine. I'll give you a head start."

I laughed, and then started walking leisurely in the direction of the tower. Five minutes later, I saw Tony fly overhead. I then used the shadows to take me to the tower.

Ten minutes after I arrived, Tony landed on the pad. He burst in, yelling "HA!" when he saw me. I smiled, and waved.

"You took forever, by the way. I was here, like, ten minutes ago." I smirked at his shocked expression. "I control shadows, remember? I can travel using them, too."

Just then, Black Widow came in. She saw me, and eyed me warily. Okay, well, someone doesn't like me. I nodded to her, and smiled. She just gave a curt nod, then walked into another room.

I turned back to Tony. "So, where's my room?"

"Floor 96." He was already in the elevator, on his way down, most likely to a science lab. I shrugged, and got into another one, pushing the button labeled for my floor. Suddenly, a voice came out of nowhere. "Hello, Ms. Nocte. Welcome to Stark Tower."

I looked around, startled, but I didn't see anyone. "Who is it?"

"I'm JARVIS, Mr. Stark's artificial intelligence. I help in the tower."

I nodded, still startled. "Well, nice to meet you JARVIS."

"You as well." Suddenly, the doors opened, and I stepped out. All thoughts of the AI fled my mind, as it registered that I had the entire floor to myself. I opened the door, and looked around. A large bed was pushed against one wall, and there was furniture all around. The wall perpendicular to my bed had a huge window that faced the New York skyline. I was amazed. I never had this much to myself.

Granted, I didn't have anything to fill or personalize the space with, but it probably wouldn't take me long to do so. Or I might just leave the room as is. I kinda liked it the way it was…

Although, now that I thought about it, there were a few things that I had left hidden when I went with the Avengers yesterday. Calling some shadows to bring them to me, a sketchpad and some pencils appeared on the desk. I noticed that there was also a phone, laptop, and iPod-like-thing there, accompanied by a note.

No teen should go without electronics. Especially not when you're living with me. But I will not accept anything other than StarkTech in my tower.

~Tony

I laughed and shook my head, before looking around the room again. Yeah, I think I would like it here.

It's been about a month since I moved in with the Avengers, and, for the most part, we all got along. Natasha was still a bit wary around me, but I didn't really blame her. She didn't seem to trust easily, so she and I kinda kept to our own when it came to each other. But, other than her, I got along great with the Avengers. Bruce was pretty cool to hang out with, and Tony was like an annoying but still really cool uncle. He, Clint, and I were in a perpetual prank war. Thor was always up for whatever crazy ideas Tony and I came up with to occupy our time. Steve was usually the one to make sure that we didn't do anything too stupid. He was also the victim of many, many pranks.

This morning, I got up like usual, trudging slowly to the elevator and making my way to the kitchen on the common floor. I wasn't really a morning person, unless it was life-or-death, and I had adrenaline to get me going.

Being as I had no adrenaline, I was a zombie.

Probably didn't help that I read almost all night, and got, like, zero sleep…

So, with my long, black hair in a mess, I got out of the elevator and made my way to the main kitchen on this floor. Tony, of course, had mini fridges and bars strewn throughout the tower (I had, like, three in my room alone) but this one had all the fixings and utensils for breakfast.

When I got to the kitchen, however, I did receive a bit of a wake-up call from the smoke coming out. Coughing slightly, I waved it away from my face, and looked up to see Thor, in an apron, using Mjolnir to keep the smoke away from the fire detectors. Also in the room were Tony, Clint, and Steve. Ah, that explained it. Those four couldn't cook for their lives. (I'm fairly certain Steve burned water once.) It was a disaster when they tried, though that didn't stop them. And, while it was humorous to watch, I was hungry, and in no mood to put up with this.

I rolled my eyes. "You'd think that the four of you would have learned by now. Trying to cook breakfast again?"

"We apologize, Lady Nocte," Thor said, still twirling Mjolnir, until all the smoke had dissipated. "The book of recipes was not easy to follow."

I raised an eyebrow, and glanced at the counter, where said cookbook was lying. "Uh-huh. You all clear out. I'll make up some eggs and bacon."

Steve was the first to remove his apron. "Thank you Nocte. It probably would have only gotten worse…"

"Which is why I'm stepping in now, before you burn down the tower," I laughed, quickly pulling my hair into a ponytail.

Tony pouted slightly. "But we were trying to make you 'Happy-One-Month-Living-With-Us pancakes!"

"Which you failed at," I pointed out. "Miserably. Look, I'll make pancakes. Just go."

I shooed the four out of the room, and got started. As soon as I opened the cabinet, however, I was covered in pounds of flour. I shrieked in surprise, and jumped back. Oh, those bastards! That's it, I'm getting them back later. For now, I'll just spit in their food.

Would you believe that this was a regular occurrence? Because it was my life now.

My life with the Earth's Mightiest Heroes.

A/N- So, this chapter was really just filler. I am basing it a lot off the old one, and a lot of this text was taken from that. but, I thought it was funny, and didn't want to leave it out. After all, if I don't add a bit of humor then a) both the franchise and original characters seem a bit OOC (because pretty much all of my characters have the same personality. After all, it's easiest to write them based off my own personality, even if it's different aspects of it.) and b) it gets all dark and depressing and/or boring as hell. So, yeah. You all don't mind, do you? XD I'll have Chapter 4 up soon. (Possibly at, like 2am. After all, it's summer, Which means I can stay up all night and sleep till noon! Yay!)

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