I do not own the avengers

There was pots and pans everywhere. Most had oddly colored substances in them. DRIP. Something green was dripping from the ceiling. They could smell something burning. In the middle of it all stood Tony frozen.

" What did you do!?" He spun and pointed at Stephan "To my kitchen!" He almost screeched, Stephan flinched.

"You said Steve could cook right?" Stephan began. But tony interrupted.

"What does that have to do with anything!" He shouted

"EVERYTHING! Remember i'm the opposite of Steve. He can cook so therefore i can't. He strategizes. I rush in head first. He shows almost no emotion. I show all of mine. Get it through your head I AM NOT STEVE." Stephan was panting by the end of his rant. His hands clenching and unclenching. Tony sighed.

" Should of figured it. they both told us." Tony mumbled to himself. As he ran his hand down his face, scratching his goatee. " I'll call the cleaners tomorrow." He said. As he stepped over a bright pink unidentified substance. Only Stephan moved out of the way. The rest were frozen with expressions varying from horror to confusion or a mix of the two. "Well get out of the way before something gets on my shirt." There was a rustling of clothes as they got out of the way. Tony walked over to the sandwich stuff. made two of them then said " Well are you going to make some. or is Thor going to have to eat it all." Everyone made a dash to the stuff to make stuff before Thor ate it all.

Stephan was still going. When the rest of the avengers finished. They stared at him as he plowed thru two more. Before stopping and staring at his third. They could see the bags under his eyes. His hair was tied in a low ponytail.

"Well any questions." he stated. Before grabbing the sandwich, and downing it in four bites.

"Why are you eating so much." Clint asked

"It takes a lot of energy to switch between Steve and i, and i bet he didnt even eat when he got here."

"Why?" Tony questioned looking interested.

"Why wouldn't it? I mean we're switching clothes, bodys, and everything in our heads. Since Steve accepts that i'm there. But does not accept me. So he doesn't know my stuff, and i don't know his stuff. It literally takes less energy to make a solid pole of shadows in sunlight. Changing after the serum was a little easier, because we are near the same height. He was so small."

"You can tell how much energy it takes. Like how much?" Bruce questioned

" Yeah i can. It takes the same amount of energy to start, and run a car, as it is to change between me and Steve. As opposed to lighting a candle. For manipulating the shadows. It was different when he was small. Now i'm the small one." He grumbled. Stephan looked really sad for moment. " Ah, but it doesn't matter. Cause i can still kick ass better than he can." He smiled. Bruce looked fascinated. He looked like he was going to ask some more question's. But when Stephan yawned before he could, He said.

"Ah. You must be tired. Why don't you go to bed, you can use Steve's room."

" I would, but i'm usually awake at night." He was silent for a few seconds "But. I'm exhausted so good night." Stephan said. As he walked out of the room.

"Wait! How do you know where to go?" Tony shouted after him. Stephan stuck his head back in the door.

" Just cause i wasn't out, does not mean i could not see." He winked at them all. They all turned a little red. When they remembered a few things the captain had seen. Or they had told them " By the way, nice tattoo Natasha" He ducked out of the way when Natasha threw a knife at him. Stephan cackled as he walked away. Everyone turned to look at a very red Natasha. Almost as red as her hair.