A/N Hey people, I hope you don't mind how long it took me to update but well you know me! Oh and I'm just making up the cooking rules, some will be correct but others I just guessed.

- I know it was deliciously punny was it not ;) Thank you for the review, hope you like the chapter

Linvalidzz- Yes it does depend, I'm not sure whether he'll be furious or on the brink of tears... maybe do something rash like locking himself in one of his labs for days on end?

Calliope's Scribe- Thank you for another heartfelt review :) always looking forward to them. I know what you mean Nat/Quinn relationship moment as promised! I was wondering about how they'll meet I mean... happiness? Frustration? Anger? It could go so many different ways...

Nina-hany- I'm happy you love it!

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Tony's POV

"Sir?"

I didn't look up when JARVIS's voice echoed through my muggy lab. I internally sighed at the interruption but decided to answer out loud; the A.I only dared interrupt me when I was in one of my 'moods' if he had something important to say. Hopefully this time he wouldn't be snappy... or rude... or even sarcastic like the last times.

Why did I decide to give the damn thing a personality?

"What JARVIS?" I snapped, a screwdriver falling from my hands and cluttering to the floor below.

The A.I took a short moment to respond, as if knowing I would frustrated by the lack of an answer, "There appears to be another person in the Tower, currently residing in the spare bedroom on your level," The A.I informed me.

I frowned and sluggishly rubbed a hand down my face, "Who?" I demanded, leaning down to pick up the fallen tool.

"Unknown Sir, she has yet to give a name."

My frown deepened, "She? Did one of the boys bring a girl home? 'Cause if they did I really don't want to know," I said to the A.I grimacing slightly.

"No Sir, in fact she came in with Ms. Romanoff," The A.I said back, almost smugly.

My eyes widened, "Natasha?" I exclaimed.

"Yes Sir, Dr. Banner accompanied them in," JARVIS continued.

I had been gone for one night and now the beginnings of a day and I was already missing out on all the fun. I pouted before deciding not to answer the A.I for a few minutes, instead choosing to continuing working on my suit, the loud bangs and cluttering the only noise as I debated turning on some music.

"JARVIS? Play some ACDC would you?" I asked, "And tell me if you get a name from our guest," I managed to get in before loud music started playing.

Quinn's POV

"Thunder?" I squeaked.

Natasha smirked and looked to the doorway as a large blonde man walked through the door, closely followed by another man, considerably shorter but with a sandy coloured head. Thor Odinson and Natasha's SHIELD buddy if the news is correct.

They both stopped when they caught sight of me, holding a container of cream, gaping openly at them. Thor opened his mouth as he frowned ever so slightly before smiling widely at me.

"Greetings Maiden!" He boomed, moving so only the thick granite counter was between us.

I smiled back weakly as the smaller man slowly followed behind Thor, his gaze flicking between Natasha and myself, "Hello," I greeted them both, my voice small as I continued unscrewing the cap on the cream gingerly.

Natasha was still openly smirking as Thor beamed at me while the other man remained silent and choose to glare. I swallowed under his gaze and poured the cream into the large bowl, already absently flicking on the hand held mixer. Thor frowned as if waiting for something.

"I am Thor, Son of Odin" He said again, loudly may I just add.

I nodded quickly, "I know who you are," I told him sending him another weak smile as I heard Natasha snigger slightly while she cut up the bacon she had pulled out.

He grinned wider, "Yes, I suppose you would," He said cockily before sending the man behind him the same smile, "Friend Barton come greet the new addition!" He exclaimed.

I was already exhausted from his cheery attitude. And that was saying something.

"Natasha?" Barton said his eyes flicking to hers subtly.

Natasha frowned at Barton before smiling softly at him, an unreadable expression in her eyes, "Clint," She nodded before gesturing to me with her knife, "This is Quinn Daniels," She said, her eyes glued to her friends faces.

Both of their eyes widened, much like Bruce's had, their mouths opening and shutting like a fish out of water. I choose to continue beating the cream, watching the white liquid become thicker instead of staring at their gob smacked faces. I hesitantly looked up from the bowl, meeting Thor and Clint's gazes; I couldn't place the emotions flying through them too quick for me to read.

I looked back down.

I missed what happened next between the two assassins. Natasha and Clint's eye met, Natasha mentally screaming at Clint to understand, begging him to trust her as he had done on many occasions. Clint watched Natasha, understanding alight in his eyes before nodding and sending her a smile he only ever reserved for the red headed woman.

"What are you making?" Clint's voice suddenly asked, shocking me out of my own thoughts.

I looked up, a frown on my features before smiling unsurely, "Chocolate cream puffs," I said proudly, shooting Natasha a pointed look.

Clint laughed suddenly, "Let me guess, Natasha roped you into making them?" He asked amusement in his eyes.

I frowned at his warm behaviour but choose to ignore the sudden friendliness and nodded, "Do you have any requests?" I asked him, "Because if I just put out cream puffs she'll hog 'em all," I said purposefully motioning my head towards Natasha as she sent me a blank look.

Clint looked thoughtful for a few seconds before his face lit up ever so slightly, "Dark chocolate mousse with vanilla," He said firmly.

I nodded as I automatically found the right recipe in my head, "This vanilla sounds familiar," Thor suddenly mused.

I jumped, forgetting he was there before nodding, "It's a very delicate stalk," I tried explaining, "Very sweet," I said with a smile.

Thor returned the smile, "Then I wish to add in my own request of vanilla," He said with a nod.

I sent him a small look, "You can't have vanilla on its own," I said, as if scolding a child, "You have it in something like mousse, or ice cream," I told him.

Thor nodded, "Well since Friend Barton as requested this mousse I shall asked for vanilla ice cream," He said.

Natasha frowned, "We should have an ice cream maker," she told me, "But we could always just buy some, if that's easier." She said with a small smile.

I shook my head slowly, my mind having trouble catching up with what had just happened, "Uh no, making it may take a little longer but it tastes so much better," I told the group, all seemed to be listening with rapt attention.

"Are you remembering all of this from the top of your head?" Clint asked, leaning against the counter, just across from Natasha.

I sent him an absent nod, "Yes,' was all I said as I turned to the stove and turned on a pot of water, calmly placing a metal bowl over it.

"How?" Natasha asked, seeming to take the words right out of Clint's mouth.

I chuckled, "I get bored extremely easily and one time I decided to start making desserts. Most times when you ask for something specific, like dark chocolate mousse with vanilla I can improvise. I know how to make mousse, adding the dark chocolate part is a breeze. I simply have to replace the milk with the dark and the matter of adding vanilla is all about the timing." I said, sounding like a teacher in a lecture hall.

But I still had their attention.

"How do you know when to add this Vanilla?" Thor asked, looking as though he was trying to work out a riddle or puzzle.

I smiled, "All about the recipe." I said simply, "If, for example, Natasha's cream puffs had vanilla in them, it would be best to add it at the last minute, so I don't over stir the pastry and create a mess." I told the blonde God, watching his eyes widen as he took in the information.

I heard the familiar sound of Bruce's gentle voice, echoing through the large sitting room that branched off into the kitchen as I finished explaining. I looked up briefly from the melting chocolate to see his curly head entering the kitchen; I looked down as another blonde headed, large man entered with him.

Captain America—that is him, right?—didn't look at all shocked when he saw me calmly stirring chocolate for the mousse by Natasha's side, "Clint," He greeted, smiling at Thor and Natasha before turning to me and holding out a hand, "Ms. Daniels," He said politely.

I frowned, how the hell did he know my name? I thought. My face must have said it all because Bruce suddenly looked extremely sheepish, "I explained everything to him..." He apologized.

I smiled softly at Bruce in thanks, "Stops me from having to do it," I said cheerfully.

I turned to Captain America, "Quinn Daniels," I said shaking his hand.

He smiled, "Steve Rogers," He introduced.

I sighed inaudibly, at least now I wouldn't go around calling him Captain or something equally ridiculous. Like... nah I've got nothing.

"What, may I ask, are you making?" Bruce asked, looking into the bowl and then into the pot I was stirring.

I let out a breath, "What aren't I making," I countered before ticking each thing off on my fingers, "Chocolate cream puffs for Nat, a dark chocolate mousse, with a hint of vanilla, for Clint and home-made vanilla ice cream for Thor," I said before looking at the pair, "Requests?"

Steve had widened eyes as he shook his head, "No... I think I'll just steal from them," He said with a small shrug.

I nodded and looked over to Bruce who looked deep in thought, "Uh, if you don't mind," he started to say, making me perk up a little and listen, "A cheesecake would be perfect," He said shyly.

Steve's face lit up, "My mum use to make this strawberry cheesecake, I'm surprised I stayed so skinny with how much ate," He said, his eyes slightly glazed as he remembered.

I nodded and frowned as I thought of a cheesecake recipe, I could remember making one once and it had been extremely delicious. I think it was a plain lemon one but it tasted like a food of the gods. Now how did I make that again... I wondered about the recipe as I lifted the melted chocolate off before remembering I had yet to even start making the mousse. I frowned and went to put the chocolate in for Natasha's cream.

"Where are Jane and Darcy?" Natasha suddenly asked. I looked up, shocked from my thoughts as the others all looked to Thor for an answer.

Thor looked up, "Lady Darcy has dragged my Jane 'out'" Thor said, using his fingers to create quotation marks obviously not understanding the term.

I quirked a brow but placed milk chocolate into the bowl I had situated above the boiling water, watching it slowly start to melt. Natasha continued to talk about Jane and Darcy with the other four as I stirred the melting chocolate, the lumps slowly disappearing, leaving a smooth brown mixture.

I lifted the bowl, quickly moving the chocolate into the bowl with the cream. I caught a few words... the only ones that really caught my attention were ones that revolved around Tony. Suddenly a question popped into my head.

"Where's Pepper?" I asked nonchalantly as I folded the chocolate into the cream.

Five heads snapped to mine and I widened my eyes, "What?" I asked when I caught their confused looks.

"She's... Not here..." Natasha said slowly.

I frowned, "Aren't they together?" I asked curiously, wondering if the news was right about Tony dating his P.A.

Clint shook his head, "She left a few months after Loki," He said, bitterly twisting the Gods name.

Thor caught the hatred in Clint's voice and sent him a small warning look before looking back down at my hands as I mixed the cream and placed it in the fridge before starting on the cheesecake mixture. Silence fell over us and I felt guilty when a large feeling of smugness radiated from my chest. I wasn't happy that Pepper was gone was I? I mean it must have broken Tony when she left...

So I really should stop internally laughing.

Tony's POV

I wiped a bit of sweat of my forehead as I surveyed the suit. Still in mustang red and gold it looked like it had before, so maybe when Doom attacked next he wouldn't notice the improvements I had made. I had to give myself credit; I had worked fast... Although I haven't slept since I left the Tower...

Man if Bruce was here I would be getting an earful.

Again.

I hummed under my breath as I leant back in my seat, rubbing my eyes. Coffee only worked for so long before you would drop and the effects would wear off, leaving you looking like a Zombie as you stumbled to your bed.

"Sir?"

I looked up at ceiling, like I often did when the A.I spoke, "Yeah?" I answered tiredly forgetting my thoughts about coffee.

"I have a name," he stated, "For our guest."

I perked up a bit and sat up straighter, "Do tell," I said back, clearing the screen in front of me so I was left with a see through desktop.

"Quinn Daniels."

I froze, my hand hovering above the screen as a small shot of panic ripped through my chest. I swallowed and tried to talk, but nothing came out, my throat burning. She... Oh gods please...

"Bring..." I trailed off before stating firmly, "Bring up the footage of her," I demanded.

The blanks screen in front of me was replaced by a woman leaning over a bowl, her hand held out towards someone. I felt my heart start pounding in my chest when I saw sea coloured eyes and a beautiful pale face framed by dark chocolate coloured locks.

Quinn.

My Quinn.

"JARVIS!" I yelled, standing up suddenly, my chair falling to the floor behind me, "I want a Jet ready in ten minutes!"

UH OH!

What's going to happen next!

-Taila