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The next morning Elena woke up tired. She'd spent most of the night packing her bags for the second time in three months. Nothing had sunk in yet about how fast everything was moving. After showering she dressed herself in the clothing she'd left out of the bags and boxes that now held all of her possessions. Standing in front of the built in mirror in the bathroom Elena inspected herself.
Today she wore dark blue skinny jeans with rips and tears in the legs, an olive green tee shirt that was very loose fitting and flowing (she'd learned that tight shirts ripped in a circle leaving her exposed while flowing or loose shirts left the front of the shirt intact), and a pair of black flats with big bows on the front. Her hair was up in a messy bun and she had a loose black cover up to wear over her shirt. Mentally telling herself that it was as good as it would get she went to drink a coffee and wait for Tony to arrive and bring her to the Tower.
He arrived late of course, but helped her bring all of her things down to the two cars he had brought. One was a black SUV with a driver and the other was a sports car that he had obviously driven himself. An hour of back and forth from car to apartment and they were off. As they drove down the busy city streets Tony picked up his phone and made a call.
"Hey Legolas, call a meeting and have everyone in the conference room with Fury on standby. I'll be there in about 15 minutes." Elena heard someone talking but couldn't make out what they said. "Yup, him too, and please make sure you're all ready for something amazing." He promptly hung up the phone and looked over to Elena with a small smirk. "You ready to strut?"
"I'd really rather not strut. It makes me look pompous."
"Ouch, but no matter. I think I can have some fun with this." Tony began asking a multitude of questions on the control she had over her abilities and on whether or not she'd ever considered cutting slits in the back of her shirt so she didn't rip them.
"I have considered slits, and I even tried them, but it just made the back of the shirt be torn to shreds easier."
"Huh, maybe I could find a way to make a shirt that would open in the back like flaps whenever you're about to spontaneously grow giant wings."
"Maybe..."
"Well we're here." He stated as he pulled into the garage and parked the car.
"Really, I hadn't noticed." She deadpanned; he looked at her with slightly narrowed eyes before getting out. She followed and listened to him go on and on about the different floors in the tower. The top 15 floors were for the Avengers, the next 10 down were R&D, followed by 7 for Stark Industries and the last 20 floors were miscellaneous, ranging from more labs to a pool room (billiards and a pool in the same room). The ride on the elevator was basically him bragging about his tower and its awesome abilities and how his robot AI ran most of it. She even got to meet JARVIS, which was interesting and just a little creepy. The elevator dinged and Tony began leading her to what was presumably the conference room.
"You have to admit that having a tower that's 52 floors and running entirely on clean energy is pretty fucking amazing!" He self praised as they entered a room, she decided to finally let out the comment she'd been holding in since she'd first seen the tower.
"Yeah, so are you compensating for something with your 52 floors running on entirely clean energy?" she heard someone snort and turned to see the Avengers, earths mightiest heroes, staring at her and Tony. Then she registered exactly what she'd just said and a blush rose to her cheeks.
"Oh I can assure you I'm not compensating. I have plenty of people who can attest to that fact." Never one to back down she promptly forgot about their audience and looked at the man again with a raised eyebrow.
"People huh? Not just women? Tell me where these people aware that you weren't a woman or were they just as drunk as you? I mean you do have a girlish figure so maybe it would be harder to realize you were in fact male... unless that's what you're compensating for?" Tony stared at her with mock betrayal.
"I invite you to join our boy band and this is how you treat me? You can just go back to your shitty apartment that is probably being mugged right now and live with the cockroaches."
"Maybe you should move there, you'd be with your own kind."
"Are you calling me a cockroach?"
"Are you telling me to leave?" They stared at each other until someone cleared their throat.
"Not that I don't agree about him being a cockroach but who are you and why are we here?" Pietro asked. Tony had shown her pictures of all the Avengers on the way to the Tower so she would know who was who and they could skip introductions.
"We are here to meet our newest teammate and I take offence to being called a cockroach."
"Wait, you used your invitation on her?" Steve asked "Sorry that came out wrong." He corrected when he saw everyone turn to him with a surprised look. "I meant to say that you finally used your invitation..."
"It's all good, I take no offence. It's not even that bad compared to some other comments I've heard about my person." Elena replied.
"Okay, so who are you?"
"Elena Hartley, nice to meet all of you, and don't bother with introductions he told me who all of you are."
"You don't have a file in SHIELD's database." Fury, who was on the screen and had stayed silent thus far, chimed in.
"Well you can start one now I guess." Tony stated proud that he'd found her first.
"So what are your abilities exactly?" Clint asked
"Well, I guess you'll just have to figure it out Katniss."
"Katniss? Really? You could do so much better." Elena frowned up at Tony, he smirked.
"Challenge accepted."
"That wasn't a challenge that was a statement."
"Well we can't turn her away so we might as well start to train her if she's going to be any help at all." Natasha stated. "My guess is that Stark was getting sick of being the only one without a choice on the team and picked her up off the streets outside that stupid Shwarma place."
"It was a bakery actually; well actually he broke into my apartment after having JARVIS follow me from the bakery and run a background check."
"Stark stop breaking into places you don't belong. The rest of you, train her and make her at least suitable to be in the field." Fury barked out before ending his side of the call.
"Might as well start now, do you know how to use any weapons?" Natasha asked
"I can shoot a gun..." Tony smirked at the understatement.
"I will be the judge of that." She replied before standing and leaving the room telling Elena to follow her. Everyone went with her, except Tony, and they made it to the shooting range on the third floor of the Avengers area. "Pick a gun and shoot the target with as much accuracy as you can."
"Of course, any certain gun or just any of them?"
"You can use these ones." Tony stated as he entered the room holding a large briefcase that he retrieved from where all of Elena's luggage had been delivered.
"Where did those come from?" Natasha asked as she stared at the magnificent guns before her. She and Clint were staring at them with want in their eyes. Elena picked up her two favorite guns and walked over to the range area and loaded them.
"My apartment." She stated before unloading the entire clip in each with one in each hand. She went over and grabbed the targets, brought them over to the team, and frowned.
"Dang it, I was off on the crotch shots." Everyone turned to look at Elena before looking back at the targets that held three tiny circles and one double circle in the crotch area.
"How did you do that? You're just as good as Clint."
"It was easy. My sight is better than most peoples." Everyone went their separate ways after that and Elena went to unpack. Bruce and Tony went to the lab, Natasha and Clint went to the kitchen to cook dinner, Steve, Sam and Bucky went to the living room to discuss living in the 21st century, while Wanda and Pietro went to learn about America, Thor and Loki went to sit in the library so Loki could read and Thor could watch him like a creep.