Pizza with the young ones went surprisingly well though I have to say I kind of felt like a den mother. I forgot how rowdy teenage boys could be and how bratty teenage girls could be. I had better interactions with the boys as most of them thought that I was some kind of older woman goddess. They kept asking what I found attractive in a man, as if I would ever consider one of them, but this seemed to just piss off some of the girls even more. I swear I saw elevator girl give me death stares as I talked to the jock of the dorm.

At the end of lunch the group decided to stay out and explore the city, but I being an adult decided to go back and unpack. Also I really wanted to explore the Tower, I mean I could get into restricted floors.

"Remember," I said as we parted ways, "tomorrow we have training at 7 am so don't stay out to late."

They all mumbled, "Yes mam."

Peter leaned in and whispered, "I'll have them all back before 8 pm."

With that I made my way back to the Tower. As I arrived through the front doors I took out a map of the complex and scanned it. I was looked at each floor and my eyes came to rest on the spa/special training facilities on floor 20. Usually spa meant sauna and I LOVED saunas.

Stepping into the elevator I touched my key card and hit floor 20, and the light lit up green. "Awww yeah," I thought, "sauna time."

Arriving to the floor I went into the ladies locker room and saw a cabinet labeled "clean towels for sauna." They were nice towels too. Grabbing one I stripped down to nothing wrapped myself securely in the towel, grabbed my phone, and headed out of the locker-room to find the sauna. I found it easily enough and it was already running.

"Sweet," I said out loud as I entered. Looking around the inside I noted it had speakers, and in the corner I spotted a place to hook up an iPod or phone to listen to music. "Yesssss."

And with that I cranked up some Taylor Swift. About 10 minutes later I was laying on my back on the bench belting out, "WELCOME TO NEW YORK. IT'S BEEN WAITING," when the door opened and I saw two good looking men standing in towels.

Not just any men. CAPTAIN AMERICA and BUCKY BARNES just walked in on me in a towel belting Taylor Swift! Needless to say I felt like dying.