It was the night of the party and everyone was having a good time it seemed. I took a sip of my stolen liquor as I sat in a corner just people watching. Everyone was laughing and talking but I guess that's what you did at a party. Some tasteful music droned on in the background and the idle chatter mixed with the sound to seem like it was all a part of the song. I took another sip of the strong honey-colored whiskey and held my breath until a nice warm sensation ran through my chest.

"Last time I checked you weren't 21." Clint's voice startled me.

"What? Gonna take away my drink and tell Tony on me?" I teased.

"Nope." He said walking away.

I rolled my eyes and started on killing the last half of my glass. I was thoroughly shocked when Clint took my glass away and brought it back filled. I took this one down a bit faster and that's how the night went. Me downing the strange tasting liquor and Clint delivering me. He didn't strike me as a guy who would break the law, though, no matter how minor that law was. within a few hours, I was feeling all of the alcohol drifting through my blood stream and dancing around in my brain. Then Tony made his way over not really looking thrilled.

"Didn't I tell you that you couldn't drink?" He said frowning.

"Shut up Nobody asked you." I slurred.

"Okay, time to get you to bed." He said leaning down to put an arm around me.

"I don't think so," I said pulling on his shirt.

He lost balance and had to catch himself before he fell on top of me. Our faces were inches apart and I did the only thing I could think of, I closed the gap and began kissing him. He didn't stop me or himself and he deepened the kiss pressing his lips harder against mine. We sat there for a minute kissing. I'm not sure who saw us but in that moment it was just the two of us in the entire world, even when we broke away for air and Tony quickly covered my mouth again with his.

The next morning I woke up with a pounding headache and mouth that felt like it was full of cotton. I groaned to myself when I remembered what happened. Cursing Clint I get out of bed and started my day. When I went to the kitchen both assassins were making breakfast and laughing until I entered and then they both looked my way. I tried to ignore them as I grabbed a glass and filled it with water.

"So, did you have fun last night?" Natasha asked.

"sure." I shrugged.

"How was that kiss?" Clint sputtered.

"I hope you realize that I blame you for this and there will be hell to pay." I joked.

"Tony said the same thing before he locked himself in his workshop." Clint laughed.

I rolled my eyes and walked into the living room. Steve and Rhody were cleaning up the mess still left from last night.

"Need any help?" I offered.

"Sure thing, you're the person we wanted to see actually," Rhody said not looking at me.

"Sure, what's up?" I asked as I started to help them clean.

"Last night, we know that wasn't your fault, Clint was sneaking you alcohol but please listen, you don't want a relationship with Tony," Steve said.

"He's my best friend but I agree with Cap, he's a player. Narcissistic. an alcoholic. And you're young. He's going to hurt you and I don't want to have to beat Tony within an inch of his life." Rhody said looking almost conflicted.

"Jamie we're just looking out for you," Steve said.

"Alright cool, but just so you know, I had alcohol long before Clint gave me any," I smirked picking up an empty beer bottle.

"You're grounded," Steve said playfully.

"Yeah, okay." I laughed.

After everything was said and done I was left alone. I tried to read but my mind wouldn't focus on any of the words so I gave up trying. Instead, I decided to explore some more of the tower since everyone was now gone aside from Bruce and Tony and they were busy in the workshop. I got up making my way down the hallway. I came to Tony's door and pushed it open slightly. I thought that maybe I could find something to hold over him. Blackmailing wasn't my style but I was fine with having something over the great Tony Stark. I went first to his closet and looked through it. A lot of clothes. That was it. I started walking to the night stands when a tan file that said "classified" caught my eyes. It laid teasingly on the dresser.

I opened it up and saw my own face staring back at me. It was a picture that had been taken without my knowledge or my consent. By the photo was my full name, allies, birth date, the hospital I was born at and much more. I continued down and saw my parents names. Just under that was my old address. I flipped to the next page and I looked at my transcript from my old school. My grades were straight A's and all held above a 95. I flipped to the next page and looked at the man who first hired me to kill someone. All of his information was neatly printed beside and under his photo. There were a lot of previous clients on the next pages and after that, there was a picture of my first hit.

His old face smiled back at the camera. This picture was cropped and altered, probably a family picture to start with. He'd owned my first client a lot of money from loans that he couldn't afford to pay off when he got laid off. My eyes wandered to his name: Daniel Peterson. It felt strange having his name now stored in the data bank that was my brain. It almost made me feel guilty for bringing his life to an early end. When my eyes traveled to the "relatives" section I quickly started flipping through the pages until I landed on the last one.

My eyes scanned over the hand written note that said something about mission will start after the information in received. I looked over the page and read that I was to be treated like a permanent resident until they caught who they were after. If things went south I was to be taken in by shield agents and brought to a secluded location when I was going to be killed by a clean shot through the head. Poetic justice I guessed. I felt the anger swirling around in my chest settling into a hard rock that slipped slowly into my stomach.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Tony's voice called trying to take the file from my hands.