AN: Ok for those who are interested here are the ages of everyone, we made some changes to suit our fic. One such change was make Howard Stark from Captain America: The first Avenger Tony's Grandpa and Tony's Father Howard Stark Jr, anyway here are the ages.

23yrs – Ezra and Rachel (Midgardian equivalent), 29 – Tony, 26 – Clint,Tash and Steve, 33- Bruce, 35 – Coulson, 40 – Fury.

Ezra's POV

After strategically retreating from the communal floor and following Bruce into Tony's workshop, knowing that that is where Tony will go once he is free of the other Avengers and not being chewed out.

"Well that went well," I cautiously spoke, only to receive a dry look.

"Maybe for you, but I personally don't like to be the centre of attention, particularly the bad kind. Especially when I haven't done what I'm accused of," He finally replied giving me a reproachful look.

"Oh come on, it must feel good to finally get one on the others," I tried with little success. "Besides, did you see how much trouble Loki got into for not being there to support Rachel?" That got a small smile out of him.

Bruce blew out a breath of air and relaxed. "I guess I did enjoy that, but only a little. If you plan to include me in any future pranks, please don't put me in a position where the Other Guy might make an appearance."

"You just want to suck the joy out of everything," I mumbled in disappointment. "But FINE, if I have to, but I make no promises because I can't control external factors," I sighed dramatically while appealing to the scientist in him.

With a nod and a small thankful smile from Bruce, the discussion is over, only for Tony to burst into the room ranting.

"… Trying to tell ME that I have to inform them when I want to do things to MY girlfriend like they have any right. She's MY GIRLFRIEND! I can do anything I like, and they get no say in the matter!" Tony's ranting was in full force.

"EXCUSE ME! I'm not just some THING that you own and can do anything with!" I angrily interrupted, and Bruce quietly made a quick exit.

"So? You're still mine!"

"Oh? Maybe for not much longer," with that I turned around and strode out of the room in an angry huff.

"WHAT?! WAIT! Come back Ezra. Hey I didn't mean it, I'm sorry! Please come back, please…" He chased after me. Begging by the end, using his best puppy dog eyes to get me to forgive him and stay.

"Tony, not now ok? I just need some time to myself, but I will be back when I calm down ok?" I sighed. Tony knows how I feel about been treated as an object, he knows how I came to join SHIELD and what Hydra did to me.

With that said, I walked into the elevator and headed to Clint's floor.

The elevator opened to an angry looking Clint, tapping his foot on the ground as he opened his mouth to say something.
I interrupted, "Not now, I'm not in the mood." As I brush past him making my way to the lounge.

Shocked Clint blurted out, "What? What happened? Is it the tracking device? Tell me where it is and I'll cut it out for you."

"No, it's not that. It's Tony treating me like I'm his. Like he owns me! I'm not something that can be owned, to do with as you please!"

"WHAT?! Where is he? I'm going to shoot him in the knee with one of my arrows and then I'm going to-"

"Calm down Clint, and you're not completely innocent. You're part of the reason he was like that. You and the others had to antagonise him." I huffed, flopping down onto the couch, "Anyway I don't want to talk about it. I just want to forget about it and hang out with nín gwador."

"Ok, well what do you wanna do, nín nethig?" He asked gently while sitting down next to me and putting his arm around me, pulling me into his side.

"Watch some Disney? But not one of those sad ones like Big Hero 6, maybe Brave? In honour of present company?" I answered snuggling into his side and putting my feet on the couch.

Smiling Clint replied, "Sure always love a movie about an archer, especially if it's Disney," he then kissed me on the head and got comfortable.

"JARVIS can you please put on Brave? And tell anyone who wants us that we're unavailable, and make this floor inaccessible please?"

"Certainly Miss Stark," JARVIS replied in his flowing British accent.

"Grr, how many times have I told Tony to change that ,and told you not to call me that JARVIS?"

"13 times now Miss Stark," JARVIS answered smugly.

"Humph, you both suck." I said sticking my tongue out at the ceiling.

Chuckling Clint said, "Don't worry, I won't let him make you an official Stark anything, not for a long time. And even then, he will have to prove himself and have a VERY special talk with me," He ended with an evil smile. With that we settled down to watch the movie and spent the rest of the night together.

Four weeks later

I was happily chowing down on some cheesy Carbonara for lunch, while throwing gummy worms into Clint's mouth when Tony came bursting in.
"I'm done! I'm finished! The house is finished and it is absolutely amazing, but that's obvious because I designed it. Plus, I put in some special surprises for them." He loudly announced smiling manically.

"Really? And what are these surprises?" I asked slyly, with a devious smirk on my face.

"You'll see at the house party tonight." He replied with a wink.

"YAY! House party, I'm going to go tell everyone!" With that said Clint jumped into a vent in the ceiling above.

"Have you called Rachel and Loki yet to let them know?" I asked Tony, after swallowing a mouthful of pasta, "If not, you should, especially if the house warming party is tonight."

"Ok, ok I'm going to now. Oh, and you should pick out something nice to wear tonight." He voiced on his way out, giving me a lecherous look as the elevator doors shut.

I got up to put my dishes into the dishwasher, when my phone went off informing me that I had got a text message. I reached down to check my phone, freezing when I realised it was THAT phone. I stopped and announced to JARVIS, "JARVIS, I'm going to go shopping for a new dress (I shuddered with dread, I HATE dresses) for tonight, please let anyone looking for me know. I shouldn't be more than an hour or two."

"Of course Lady Stark, enjoy your shopping."

"Gee, I finally get Tony to reprogram you to not call me Miss Stark and this is what happens. I might as well give up." I sighed on my way out.

As soon as I got a safe distance away from Avengers Tower I took out THAT phone and looked at message, which read:

New mission for you, call when you can.

EH

It was my handler, codename Ship, I call him Shippy. Sighing at the poor timing of the mission I called Shippy.

"Ezra." He's deep voice answered.

"Shippy, what's the mission? When does it begin and how long is it for?" I replied rapidly and to the point.

"We need you to infiltrate an organisation, it will begin at the end of this week and will take at least a week."

"Ok, I know a way I can get away for at least two or three weeks without being questioned or missed. I shall execute my plan on Friday and then leave for the mission. I'll see you then. Bye." With that I hung up, dreading what I will have to do Friday. This is going to hurt Tony a lot, so I better make tonight an amazing night for him. With that in mind, I set off to buy a dress that Tony will love to see me in.