A/N Hey guys, Thank you so much for reading my story and for reviewing, means a lot

MandaPanda96- Thank you :) just telling me that makes me happy and eager to write another chapter!

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Calliope's Scribe- Thank you for your constant reviews! I always look forward to them because you always say nice things and inform about what you love or what you think need work! I was hoping you would like the relationship between Nat and Q because I normally have to write and then rewrite most of their conversations! Nat can be hard to write, you have no idea! Anyway BFF moments you shall have cause I find them adorable.

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"Natasha... Nat!" I exclaimed trailing after her as she grabbed random clothes out of my wardrobe and threw them into two different suitcases.

I heard a deep chuckle and turned to huff at Dr. Banner as he watched, amused, while drinking his tea. I turned back to Natasha and almost screamed; half my closet was in those two bloody suitcases. I swore under my breath as I ran over to the suitcases and started to take clothes out.

Natasha rolled her eyes and attempted to take the clothes back but I ripped them away, "I'm just folding them," I said grumpily, already folding the shirt I had in my hands neatly.

She hesitated before nodding and sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling out some clothes and assisting me. I heard Bruce let out another small chuckle as his heavy footsteps came closer and closer to my bed. I looked up and smiled at him, as I placed another folded shirt down on the bed next to me.

"Look at that," He said with a warm smile, "The Black Widow's been domesticated," He said earning a scoff from Natasha.

I quirked a brow at the un-ladylike sound before smirking up at the curly headed Doctor. He nodded his head before walking over to my dresser and gently placing his tea down.

"Do you need some help with—"

Bruce was cut off by my front door smashing open and a high voice singing some stupid show tune. Natasha's head snapped towards the direction of the voice and her fingers inched towards her thigh while Bruce nervously wrung his fingers. Loud footsteps sounded through the apartment as clattering started to drown out the off tune singing.

"Quinn?" Skye's voice echoed through my large apartment, after a moment's silence.

I let out the breath I didn't realize I had been holding when her voice reached my ears. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Natasha visibly relaxing and going back to folding the dress she had been crushing in her hands. Bruce still seemed nervous and tentative as I answered, telling my roommate where I was.

"Oh Quinn good you're home, you would not believe—" She stopped talking suddenly as she entered my bedroom. Her eyes flitting to Natasha then to Bruce... Then back.

I swallowed and forced a small smile on my face, "Skye you remember Natasha?" I asked gesturing to the tense red head with one hand.

Skye smiled back, "Actually she never gave her name," She pointed out playfully, "And who's this?" She asked, her attention going straight to Bruce.

Natasha's lip twitched in amusement when Skye said she hadn't ever given her name before sending Bruce a pointed look when she had referred to him. Bruce smiled nervously, hesitating as he held out a large hand.

"Hello, uh Bruce Banner," He stuttered.

Skye smiled and winked, "Cute," she stated at Bruce's red cheeks before turning to me and eyeing my suitcases, "Going somewhere?" She asked.

I rubbed my lips sheepishly before licking them, "Uh well Nat invited me over for a few days..." I trailed off waving my hands around as I tried to find some words.

"Nat?" Skye said, a hint of envy ringing clear in her voice, "Uh well I guess that's okay," she said.

I raised a brow, "Yes it is, so I guess I'll be back soon," I told her, waiting patiently for her to storm out of the room dramatically.

She did as I predicted and turned on her heel sharply before stalking from the room, a sour expression on her face. Natasha just shook her head in amusement before she placed all the folded clothes back into one of the suitcases and turned to me with an expectant expression.

"Toiletries?" She asked.

I frowned at the unfolded pair of shorts in my hand, "Did you really fold all of that?" I asked, not believing for a second that she managed to do fold it all in the small time frame granted to her.

She nodded her head, "Define folded?" She teased before throwing shoes into the other case and turning back, repeating what she had said.

I stood up quickly, running over to my vanity and picking up a small cream coloured bag before throwing it in and heading over to the bathroom. I piled shampoo and soaps into a bag along with a large assortment of creams and my toothbrush before sprinting back to where Natasha was waiting and gently placing it in my suitcase... Which now appeared full?

I frowned as I looked over what she had placed in the suitcase during my absent. Everything I might need, ranging from my phone charger to headphones, even some woman products. I smiled up at her and sent a grateful look in her direction before zipping up the matching black cases.

Natasha and Bruce watched my movements silently before each taking a bag and walking out of the room. I frowned and stood there staring dumbly at the spot my bags had been before snapping out of it and running to catch up with them. They hadn't gone far though... Just to my kitchen where Bruce was placing his cup in the dishwasher and Natasha was quickly have a glass of water.

"Are you guys alright?" I asked suspiciously, my brain telling me they had something to say.

Bruce shifted and shot Natasha a look, causing said woman to sigh loudly and drop her cup in the sink with a clatter, "Fine," She muttered turning to me as Bruce choose to instead glance out the window at New York.

"Bruce brought it to my attention before that by coming into our lives... It will eventually lead to becoming part of Tony's again." She started to say, her eyes intently searching mine, "There is no possible way that you could meet the others and nothing will happen, I mean we've watched Tony and knowing that we hold the key to his potential happiness..." She chuckled and brushed her hair out of her eyes, "Well Steve's too nice to not say anything," She tried to explain.

I managed a smile as I processed what Natasha had just told me. If I continued talking to Natasha, if I went through with her outrageous idea I would have to see Tony, I had only a split second to make up my mind.

My brain screamed an answer at me and I was shocked to feel my heart tugging in the same direction, quietly whispering... For once in my life, I listened to my heart and to my mind and told Natasha exactly what my heart had told me.

"Maybe that's exactly what I want."

I sent Natasha a slightly affronted look as she pushed me into the spare room after checking the halls carefully. She sent me a small smile, gently taking my bags from me and placing them by the foot of the bed.

"This room is only a few doors down from Tony's," She explained, dropping herself on the bed, "All of the Avengers... Have separate floors you could say but each have a spare room in them in case we invite someone over. This one is the spare room on Tony's level."

I wrinkled my nose while mimicking her movements and dropping next to her, the mattress bouncing, "Wow this is comfortable." I giggled.

Natasha gave me her trademark smirk, "Well we do live with an extremely rich billionaire who loves to flaunt his money by buying anything and everything," She mumbled, her eyes slipping shut.

I chuckled, it sounded exactly like Tony, "What was I thinking?" I said back earning a warm laugh.

I propped myself up on my elbows and turned to look at the red head, "So why did we play mission impossible on the way here?" I asked referring to the way we snuck into the tower.

She shrugged, "I guess I want them all to meet you at the same time," She defending, not opening her eyes.

I nodded in acceptance, "Yeah I guess," I murmured, my own eyes slowly shutting of their own accord.

I frowned as a though hit me, "What happened to Bruce?" I wondered aloud.

Natasha let out a bark of a laugh, "Been a bit preoccupied have we?" She asked before continuing, "He went to distract the others so I could sneak you up here," She told me calmly, her voice still laced with mirth.

I cocked my head slightly, "How did he distract them?" I finally asked, pulling myself up so I was standing once again.

"An intervention I think," she said with a small frown, "Something to do with Tony." She said dismissively.

I looked around the room as I digested what she had said, "So when am I meeting the brainy bunch?" I asked calmly, dragging my suitcases over to the open closet door deciding to unpack as we talked.

"Uh dinner would be the best way..." She trailed off unsurely, "Maybe you and I could go make it later, might be better if they meet you separately so they can form their own opinions," She muttered, contradicting what she had said before about them meeting me at the same time.

I shook my head fondly as she quietly argued over the pros and cons of letting them meet me while they were alone or while they were together. I left it to her and calmly hung up my clothes with the many coat hangers and neatly piled my shoes away. She was still muttering to herself as I carried my bathroom toiletries into the en suite, humming under my breath.

I picked up my shampoo and shower products before neatly placing them in the shower, ignoring the complimentary small packets of soap and hair supplies. I frowned at the complicated controls of the shower, my brain going a hundred miles an hour as it struggled to work them out.

"Do you require assistance?" A loud voice echoed through the room.

I squeaked and jumped back from the shower, my gaze flying around as I tried to find the source of the voice, "Who?" I asked quietly.

"I'm JARVIS ma'am." The voice said briskly.

The name jolted a memory and I suddenly remembered what Tony had told me about the English A.I and I couldn't stop a small smile. He had told me how fond of the machine he was and how he thought of him as a child.

"Hello." I said back warmly.

JARVIS didn't answer for a few seconds before his voice sounded again, "Do you wish to learn how to control the shower?" He asked politely.

I nodded, before wondering if he could see the action, "Uh..."

"I'll take that as a yes." He said his voice almost sarcastic.

I chuckled as he proceeded to explain the surprisingly simple instructions for Tony's own design. I was impressed at the obvious thought he had put into making a better... showering experience?

I chuckled to myself as I heard Natasha shout my name. I turned and walked back into the bedroom, Natasha's head propped up on a plush pillow as she lazily looked around for me. I raised a brow at her, coming to sit next to her while she smiled warmly at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Time to meet the rest..." She said a small smirk pulling at her lips.

I groaned and hit her stomach, "Why?" I demanded, huffing and folding my arms.

She glared at me before rubbing her stomach, "Childish much?" She asked sarcastically before dragging me out of the bedroom and through the large apartment to the elevator.

I frowned as we passed a kitchen and turned to look at Natasha questioningly, "We all have Kitchen's in case we get hungry but the main level has the largest one... We all seem to... Revolve to that one in the mornings, afternoons and evenings," She said with a shrug.

"What are we cooking?" I asked her curiously.

The elevator chimed loudly and we filed out carefully, Natasha's gaze flicking around the room as she searched for the others before answering me, "How does a chicken bacon salad sound?" She asked leading me into the kitchen.

I nodded, "Sounds pretty good to me," I said absently turning to look around, "I could make dessert?" I offered, watching as she pulled out ingredients quickly.

She raised an arched brow, "And what would said dessert be?" She inquired, already turning on frying pans.

I shrugged, "I can make a lot from scratch," I commented, "Looks like you guys are well stocked, I can make, like a mixture?" I offered.

She smiled brightly, "Can you please make me cream puffs then? If you're going to make a mix?" She practically begged, a small child like pleading in her eyes.

I nodded, "Most definitely," I said, "Any special cream or anything?" I asked already mentally finding a recipe.

She bit her lip as she placed butter in the pan, "Oh... Uh... Can you make chocolate cream?" She asked again, excitement shining in her eyes.

I nodded, "Of course I can," I scoffed.

She grinned, "I love homemade chocolate cream puffs!" She exclaimed.

I nodded with a grin as I pulled out the ingredients, casually asking JARVIS where most of it was. Natasha raised a brow when JARVIS and I interacted like old friends but she didn't press the issue, for which I was thankful. I had just placed the ready puffs in the ovens and was going to start making the cream when I heard a loud voice call out to Natasha.

"Natasha? The feast smells divine!" A deep voice boomed.

I swallowed and turned to look over in the direction of the elevator where two sets of footsteps were coming from. Natasha turned to me and smiled, obviously recognizing the deep voice.

She leaned over slightly and whispered, "Are you ready to face the thunder?"

HAHAHA Pun intended! Get it... thunder! We all know who the person calling out to Natasha was so I thought that pun was highly appropriate.

-Taila