I changed the prologue to clarify that the scientist was not Tony. She was just calling for her dear brother. I also noticed that I spelled Coney Island wrong, I fixed it though.

I just wanted to mention how much I hate how in movies, when the characters wake up, they kiss, despite how in real life their morning breath is the nastiest thing ever and they would be repulsed.

IMPORTANT: This chapter will have a change in point of view. It won't be hard to spot; it will go from first person to third person. Nothing too complicated. Enjoy!

Tadik: Iranian Rice

Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers or any brands you recognize. I do, however, own this story, the plot, and most of all, Alessandra Stark.

"One bed?" Bruce said in disbelief. I grinned, but I was secretly panicking since I forgot I had already made reservations at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel before I thought about bringing Bruce. I have had boyfriends in the past, but none of the relationships were serious enough to sleep in the same bed as him.

"It's a good thing I brought my lingerie set, then." I winked as I tossed my bag on the floor and lunged for the bed.

"Oh my God, Bruce. You have to try this bed!" I doubted he could hear me since the delightful pillow muffled my voice, "It's like laying on a cloud."

"Um," I heard his amused voice.

I turned my face and stared at him smiling, "Come on, Bruce. Don't be shy." I patted the space beside me.

He lied down beside me and groaned once he was completely rested on the bed.

"I'm too tired to go out tonight. Are you hungry?" I exhaustedly breathed out. I have not had a complete night of sleep since the days prior to the battle.

"Not really." He smiled.

"Okay, me neither." I sighed as I lied stiff as a board on the bed, "I really don't want to get up. Do you mind if I sleep in my underwear?"

"At this point, I don't really care. I am as exhausted as you are." He sighed.

"Don't be startled." I said as I manipulated my skin cells into air and tucked Bruce, who grunted in surprise, and I under the sheets. Then, I took my clothes off until I had only a bra and panties on. If there was one thing I hated, it was wearing pajamas to bed. I had rid myself of the cursed garments since I was thirteen years old.

"Now, Ms. Stark, I hope you don't mind, but I will remove my garments. I only have the best intentions, but if you wish to protect your virtue, I wi-"

"Stop with the bullshit, Bruce," I laughed. "If you decide to sleep naked, I won't mind. I won't mind at all. After all, I am far from virtuous."

"Is that so?" he mocked me.

"Shut up," I teased, "Good night."

I felt comforting warmth radiating from the cloud-like pillow I rested on. It was a peculiar pillow; it was long, a bolster perhaps, and maybe connected to a space heater?

Snuggling into the pillow, I wrapped my right arm around it. It was hard, but soft and smooth. I ran my hand down it to find that it had dimension, my fingers felt over a sort of bump, but not too pronounced. The pillow moaned and I felt vibrations running through it. Then I felt arms wrap around me.

My eyes snapped open and I was greeted with a very nice view of Bruce's chest. He was no Steve Rogers, but to be honest, those types of men scare me. Bruce was muscular though; I would not be exaggerating when I say any woman would admit he was oozing sex appeal.

If I were not so tired, I would have done something, but at the moment, I didn't really care. Placing my head on his chest, I listened to his even heartbeat.

It was slow indicating he was still sleeping, but I could have noticed from his even breathing. While lying in his arms, I felt his heartbeat speed up and his breathing speed up.

He groaned as he shifted and I felt him stiffen. I looked up to meet his surprised eyes.

"Alice?" he breathed out confusedly.

"Whew, you stink." I laughed as his morning breath delightfully made its way into my nostrils.

He grinned sheepishly, "Sorry."

"It's a great greeting." I giggled as I sat up and ran my hands through my hair. I swung my legs around to the edge of the mattress and stood up.

"Do you want the bathroom first? Or do you want to share?" I winked.

He sighed and gestured for me to go. Giggling, I snatched my bag off of the floor and hurried to the bathroom.

After brushing my teeth and freshening up, I stepped out in my towel.

"Alice, Are yo-" his eyes widened as I saw his face turn red. I forgot Bruce was here, since I usually travel alone or with my brother and Pepper. My skin turned a bright crimson and I squeaked in surprise.

"I'm so sorry." I stuttered as I went back into the bathroom and shut the door. If I were to face him again, I would most likely die of embarrassment.

I quickly got dressed and hesitantly opened the door. Seeing Bruce sitting on the bed, shirtless might I add, waiting for me to get out, I walked out and put my bag on the vanity.

"Your turn." I muttered embarrassedly.

"Oh, um, Thanks." He practically whispered as he stood and almost ran to the bathroom.

I put my head in my hands and started to laugh nervously. I really do have the best memory the world has ever seen.

It has never been this easy, the scientist thought as he gazed intently at the monitor.

A month prior to this day, he had been searching for ways to lure some of his former test subjects back to his laboratory so he could conduct more experiments and improve the serum for the new subjects. Of the six, one he has managed to hide from SHIELD, but there are still five left. He had decided to work on the seemingly most difficult subject, Alessandra Stark.

He had one of his assistants hack into the Stark Industries mainframe, but he had no success. Afterwards, he used the email every Stark Industries employee has and hacked into every website the email had an account on, the first being iTunes.

There was a long list of music that was bought, but there was an artist that was very common in the list, Yellowcard.

Stark seemed very interested in this group, so noticing the email had an account on eBay that is commonly used, he decided to sell something related to the group, such as a guitar.

Building a guitar with a hidden tracking device and a remote controlled explosive inside was an easy task; it was selling it that was seemingly complicated.

After three weeks, the guitar was sold to Alessandra Stark.

With this success, he now had the exact coordinates to Stark Tower. The guitar was placed in her room and the camera hidden inside of it was activated. The scientist had learned that she was on the hunt for the other subjects and she had a companion who was her lover and apparently was overweight and had green skin.

Her search did not bother him, since she was doing the job of gathering the subjects for him.

"Dr. Petrov, the elixir is ready and the subject is restrained in the room." His assistant, Elena Romanova, informed him form the doorway of his office.

"Thank you." Called as he smirked at the screen, which was footage of the lobby of the Mandarin Oriental Hotel on Brickell Key Drive in Miami, United States. It showed a live view of a smiling petite woman and an average looking man walking out of the main doors.

The scientist stood and followed his assistant out of his office, smirk still evident on his face.

"Where are we?" Bruce said in awe as he looked at the large trees that loomed over the road.

"We're in Coral Gables, now can you stop looking at the trees and look for the house?" I teased as I made a left onto another row of houses.

"Oh, sorry." He grinned as he continued to look out the window, salsa music playing softly from the rented car's speakers. If you're in Miami, you have to get the whole experience and that includes the music.

"I think I see it." He said as he pointed at a house painted in a light coral color, which seemed to be a common color in this city.

I veered the car into the brick driveway and parked. Taking a deep breath, I looked at Bruce.

"If anything goes downhill, I wouldn't mind a visit from Hulk. From what I remember, Rafael has a short tempter."

"Hulk smash." The corner of his lip turned upward. I laughed as I opened the car door and stepped out, Bruce followed.

We walked together towards the front door and I pushed the button to ring the doorbell.

After waiting for a few seconds, the door opened and I saw an elderly woman who was obviously not Leila.

"Who are you?" she asked apprehensively in a heavy Middle Eastern accent.

"Hi, I'm Alice Stark and this is-"

"The billionaire?" she interrupted with wide eyes.

"Um, Yes." I asked a bit appalled.

"Come in, dear." She ushered Bruce and I inside, "And you are?" she directed towards Bruce.

"Oh, I'm Bruce Banner." he said as he toyed with his glasses in his hands, which is something I noticed he did when he was either nervous or shy.

"I have never heard of you." It was clear that the woman's intentions were not to be rude. I held in a chuckle as I grinned at Bruce. His eyes were wide in surprise and he had a hint of amusement on his face.

"I think it better that way." He muttered for only me to hear. I chuckled as I followed the woman deeper into the house.

After walking through a few rooms and hallways, we reached a cozy area with a large brown leather couch and two recliners in the same deep shade of brown. Sitting on the couch was a tall dark haired woman.

She looked at me in confusion, but then her demeanor changed into one of surprise and happiness.

"Alice?" she said in disbelief.

"In the flesh." I awkwardly stood as she wrapped her arms around me. I then relaxed and hugged her back.

"It's been too long. I've seen you, on the television and in the Stark Expos, but you haven't seen me." She rambled more to herself than to me.

"I should've come sooner than, it wasn't too hard to find the address." I smiled.

"Who is this?" she looked at Bruce in interest.

"Handsome isn't he?" Leila's mother interjected, "More suitable than Rafael, I must say-"

"Mother, please." Leila sighed as she looked at Bruce and I apologetically, "She's still not over the fact that I did not want to marry the man she apparently had chosen for me since birth."

"Good thing you chose me," I heard a voice come from the hallway. Rafael stood in all his glory with a smile on his face, "Because if you hadn't, I would have never tasted your delicious tadik."

I heard the elderly woman huff as she left the room, her distaste for her son-in-law was evident.

"I knew she never liked me, I think it's because I talk too much." He grinned as he sauntered over to me and wrapped me in a hug.

"It's so nice to see you again, Rafael." I said as I stepped back from the hug.

He looked over at Bruce and his grin widened, "Is this the husband?"

Bruce blushed and my skin turned a light pink, "No, just a friend." I said with a bit of longing in my voice, but I hid it well. I think.

"Then why is your skin pink, dearie?" he smirked as he patted Bruce on the back.

"No reason?" It came out more as a question. Rafael's loud guffaw echoed throughout the house. He stepped back and wrapped an arm around his wife, who leaned into him.

Once he calmed down, he looked at Bruce and I expectantly, "Now you can't just expect me to think you turned up here for tea and a nice gossip."

My expression turned serious, "You're right. I need your help."

And you thought the guitar was just a silly teenage girl thing that I had to put in. MWAHAHA you were WRONG! Just kidding! :P

I decided to keep this short to jumpstart the plot.

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