Me: I don't own the avengers.

*Jazz transformers*

Me: Wrong fan fic Jazz, *get's in him and drives away*

"Jex?" Hawkeye stood in my doorway. I sat up rubbing the tears from my face.

"Yeah?" I asked, seeing my face he came over and sat on my bed.

"What's wrong," he bought his eyes to mine.

"Nothing," I sighed. "Did you really not want me to be an avenger?" I cursed as a tear feel down my cheek.

"Yeah," he gently reached out and wiped my tear away. "But." I bit my lip. "But that's only because I don't want you to get hurt."

"Not because you don't think I'm good enough?" I looked at him tearfully.

"The first day I met you, you shot an arrow into the middle of a target first go, I knew you were good enough. The only problem was I didn't want to believe it.

"Yeah?" I smiled at him.

"Yeah." He grinned pulling me into a hug. I closed my eyes breathing in his musky scent.

"Little Starky you up there?" I heard Tony's voice echo from the halls.

"I'll come back later," Hawkeye pulled away from me, smiling as he entered the hall. Moments later Tony was at my bedroom door.

"What's wrong," Tony walked over and jumped up beside me on the bed.

"Nothing," I sighed as he stretched an arm out around my shoulders pulling me into him.

"C'mon, you can tell me anything." I rested my head on his heart listening to the gentle hum of his chest plate.

"Tony, if you'd met someone you really liked, would it matter if she was like sixty."

"First of all, I'm insulted, sixty? She'd have to be at least twenty or under." He grinned at me as I wrinkled my nose. "And secondly, if I loved her enough, no, why?"

"just wondering."

"Right," he laughed under me causing his chest to shake. "This wouldn't have anything to do with a certain boy would it?"
"Who?" I asked cursing, was it really that obvious?

"That boy I saw you talking to when I dropped you off from school?"

"Who Mark?" I asked thinking back. God No, he was a total man-hoar. "Yeah, but don't tell anybody." Tony grinned devilishly.

"When it appears on Stark Tower or is slipped out at the next press conference, it is so not my fault." I pushed him gently. "It's your own fault for telling me." He dropped a gentle kiss on my forehead. "Now hurry up and pack. We leave tomorrow."

Short and sweet. If I have time I'll put up the next chapter. R and R people. Love Phoenix,