Hello everyone, I am back with another chapter! Sorry for the wait ^.^! So without much further ado here it is! Oh and remember, I don't own anything (Boo!)!

It had been a week since Dean had been invited to stay at the tower, or forced depending on how you look at it. Tony had given him his own room and bought him his own clothes and basically just made Dean feel welcomed. Not only was it just Tony but really it was everyone in the team; in the mornings Steve and he would go jogging in the early morning mist, when they got back it was sparring with Clint and Natasha (Dean had taught them a few moves that he had learned from the hunters and in return the two had actually taught him a few things), after sparring it was time to hang with Tony by usually playing video games, and lastly Bruce and Dean would always spend the evenings together meditating. Dean barely knew anything about the five people he had suddenly been introduced to, the only thing he really knew is that he actually felt somewhat at home with them. The young werewolf found himself thinking of John and Sammy often despite himself. Was John out there right now, hunting him down? Probably, and with John Winchester on his tail he knew he shouldn't be staying in one place. He couldn't bring himself to leave though, not with all the people here. Dean also wondered about Sammy, how was his life at college? It must've been nice to escape, to quit the hunting life. The former hunter used to think about it every day, the normal "apple pie life". He desperately wanted it, but he could never have left their father. Look where that thinking has gotten him.

Dean cracked his eye open and glanced at the window; the sun was peeking over the horizon. That was weird… Steve should have woken him up already.

"Jarvis?" Dean stretched as he rolled out of bed and called for the AI.

"Yes?" Jarvis called back, his tech-y voice sounded particularly rough.

Dean remembers the first time he had heard the AI's voice; he was just getting out of the shower and a loud booming voice suddenly asked him if he wanted scrambled or sunny-side up eggs with breakfast. The werewolf had been so startled that he hit the floor, taking the towel rack and all of the contents that were misfortunate enough to be on the counter at that moment with him. It had taken a lot of coaxing from Tony and Steve to convince him that Jarvis wasn't going to hurt him and that there was no threat.

"Where is Steve?" Dean asked curiously as he pulled on a black v-neck top and black sweatpants.

"Captain Rogers and the others are currently in the living room," The AI answered matter-of-factly.

Dean threw out a thank you and made his way out of his room and down the hall. He could immediately tell that something was wrong; the tower was way too silent. The tension in the air hit him before he even walked into the room and nearly drowned him when he did have a chance to enter. His five friends were all seated on the couch in the living room, as Jarvis had said, but there also were three other people in the room as well. A dark man was also seated on the couch; he was wearing a black trench coat and had an eye patch. Behind the strange man stood two people who were both dressed in blue and silver suits, one man and one woman, both looking ready and at attention.

"Sir," The woman said and nodded towards Dean.

Everyone in the room turned and stared at the werewolf but Eyepatch spoke first, "Who the hell are you?" He demanded.

"Uh… hi." Dean waved awkwardly. "My name is Dean."

"What the hell are you doing here?" Eyepatch narrowed his eye and his hand twitched, Dean recognized it as a subconscious search for a weapon of any kind (looking at the guy Dean would guess that he was looking for a gun).

"Back off, Fury," Tony snapped and crossed his arms defiantly over his chest, "I invited him to stay here at the tower."

"Stark," Eyepatch growled, "Of all the irresponsible, reckless, stupid, things you've done in the past this is probably making its way up the list. Do you even know anything about this guy, he could be a murderer!"

"Uh, yeah hi, I'm standing right here." Dean growled and took a step forward.

Suddenly Eyepatch was standing and there was a gun pointed directly at him, the two people behind him mirroring his movement. Dean growled low in his throat and could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up straight. The werewolf fought hard to keep his instincts in check; he couldn't afford to hurt someone, mentally anyway. If Dean ever hurt another human being he would turn himself into John himself. Dean's feral growl slowly began to fill the room; the five people who knew the secret looked tensed while Eyepatch and his men just looked confused.

"Director Fury," Banner hissed a warning and moved swiftly off of the couch to stand in between Dean and the gun.

Director Fury didn't even flinch as he sized up the Doctor, the other two people looked taken by surprise and uncomfortable as they glanced at one another and slowly began to lower their weapons.

"Sir, with all due respect," Bruce started out sweetly, "It probably isn't a good idea to be pointing that at me unless you want me to make a mess."

"Guys, come on, I just bought this rug last week," Tony pouted and kicked a bit at the expensive Persian rug on the floor.

Fury thought this over for a second before slowly lowering his weapon and sat back down. Bruce hovered in front of Dean for a couple seconds more before leading the werewolf over to the couch and setting him down between Steve and himself. Dean stared at Fury, sizing up him and his men. They all looked to be in peak physical condition, skilled in arms, maybe trained in multiple forms of hand-to-hand combat (judging by the position in which they are all settled in). Dean ran some calculations in his head; if worse came to worse he could easily knock out the two lower goons and daze the Director and easily make an escape. The werewolf settled a bit at the realization.

"So, what is he?" Fury demanded, his eyes studying Dean harshly.

"What do you mean?" Clint asked smoothly.

"Don't lie to me Agent Barton; I heard the growl and the way his eyes changed… I have never seen this before." Fury muttered. What was he talking about; Dean's eyes didn't change… did they?

"Sir," Dean snapped sarcastically, "I highly doubt that this is any of your business." Dean couldn't explain it but the man really got on his nerves fast.

"It is if you plan on living to see tomorrow." Fury answered coldly, his grip tightening on the gun.

Dean narrowed his eyes, "I really hope that wasn't a threat, Director."

The air in the room seemed to drop ten degrees as Dean and Fury stared each other down.

"Okay, you two need a time out," Tony stood and grabbed Dean's arm, physically having to drag him out of the room.

"What a DICK!" Dean yelled angrily, fully aware that said dick was probably able to hear him from the other room.

"Tell me about it," Tony scoffed and rolled his eyes as the two made their way down the hallway, "Try having to deal with him every day at least."

Dean shook his head as the two entered the kitchen. The werewolf pulled out a frying pan as the playboy began pulling out ingredients from the fridge.

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The rest of the team made their way into the kitchen about an hour later. The werewolf and playboy had just finished cooking a sea of pancakes, eggs, sausage, bacon, and cinnamon toast. They had spread the food out on the table along with bowls of chopped fruits such as strawberries, watermelon, oranges, and apples. Needless to say the kitchen was an absolute mess.

"Is Fury gone?" Tony asked as he invited everyone to come eat breakfast.

"Yes," Clint answered solemnly.

"What was he here for anyway?" Dean asked slowly, checking to make sure he wasn't overstepping his boundaries.

"Just some Avenger's protocol run throughs," Steve answered with a long tired sigh.

Dean knew of the Avengers (duh he was living with them), everyone did. The werewolf remembered the story in the newspaper of the alien invasion in New York. His father and he had been working a case in California, a poltergeist. John had said it was nothing but a bunch of crack pots pulling a joke but Dean wasn't so sure, he started to research the team. He found out a lot from fan websites and posted videos of the invasion, and he soon began to look up to the team. A few days after he had come to the tower he had the feeling of déjà vu whenever he looked at one of the five other tower residents but he couldn't put his finger on why, then, on the third day he figured it out. Okay so he hadn't exactly "figured it out" so much as he walked into the living room and there everyone was in their hero outfits. He kicked himself for not figuring it out sooner (Sure he had his suspicions of Tony being Iron Man but he didn't know his or anyone else's last names and Dean never really was one to get into public news).

The five Avengers and the werewolf sat at the kitchen table and began eating in silence. Fury had left an uncomfortable tenseness in the air that made Dean's hair stand up on the back of his neck.

"Hey, Dean?" Dean looked up quickly at the sound of Steve's voice.

"What's up?" Dean asked casually as he speared a poor unsuspecting sausage on his fork.

"I was just wondering," Steve shifted uncomfortably in his chair, this made Dean pause and he placed the utensils on his plate. The rest of the team was watching them now.

"Well, out with it," Dean encouraged softly.

"I was just wondering about your family." Steve looked down at his plate avoiding everyone's gaze.

Dean's blood ran cold. "What about it?" Dean asked coldly.

"Well… um… I don't know…" Steve looked like he wanted to shrink into his chair, "Are they hunters like you?"

Dean nodded and tried to sooth the knot in his stomach and the lump in his throat, "My… my mother's side of the family were hunters, John's side didn't even know that monsters existed."

"Don't you think that they miss you?" Steve asked. Dean could see it in his eyes that he was concerned and… jealous? "I mean your mom or…" He trailed off.

Dean growled slightly and stood up with so much force that his chair flew out from behind him and clattered across the floor before crashing into the wall. Dean slammed his hands against the table and leaned forward, threateningly. "Here's how it is with my family," The werewolf growled out wanting to put an end to the conversation and never open it again, "My mother is dead, my little brother ran away and my son-of-a-bitch father wants my head."

The room was completely silent as all eyes studied Dean. With a huff Dean pushed himself off of the table and stalked out of the room, going in search of some place where he could just hide from reality for a while.

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