Becca groaned loudly as the irritable and monotonous sound of her alarm clock rung loudly. She had pressed the snooze button at least twelve times, but hey, she had a habit of sleeping in. Reaching out with a lazy hand Becca slammed down the off button and screamed into her pillow. She wasn't much of a morning person. Seriously. Becca breathed heavily into her pillow- whilst grimacing as her cheek touched the wet patch where she had drooled whilst she slept- before she sat up. Her eyes instantly ran towards the mirror. Her hair was a complete mess with endless tangles and she had old make-up still on her face that had somehow travelled down from her eyes all the way to her chin and neck. What she did in sleep, she will never know.

"Come on Becca, you don't want to be late!" Becca slapped her cheeks lightly before rising from her bed and changing into something appropriate. If she had the chance to wear her pyjamas she probably would, but that would cause her to worry if people were judging her. Within a couple minutes there was shirts, shoes and dressed flung across the room whilst Becca began cursing under her breath. How could a girl own so much clothes yet have nothing to wear? After great though Becca decided on a royal blue chiffon dress. It looked very vintage which was a bit ironic as she was meant to be interview Captain America.

Without eating breakfast or even making her bed, Becca slammed her front door to her apartment and hailed a taxi. Whilst sitting in the yellow vehicle she couldn't stop her legs bouncing up and down as she picked at her nail polish. She was getting too excited for her own good.

Camera? Check.

Notepad? Check.

Good questions and array of puns? Chec- wait no, maybe I won't use the puns. I don't want to share Captain America away.

The taxi came to a stop outside the impressively tall Stark Tower and the cab driver requested him money. Fortunately, Becca had just the right amount of change albeit she probably couldn't afford her well deserved coffee she had been wanting. With a quick 'thank you' to the driver, who gave a simple nod in response before driving away, Becca paced up the steps and into the building once again. Her small routine started again. Walk to the desk (this time she didn't choose to ask for directions.), tell the receptionist who she was etc.

Becca slowly edged closer to the desk and was about to speak. "Becca Wilkins?" The receptionist called cheerfully as she slowly rose from her desk whilst waving an ID card about. Becca nodded lightly in response. "My Stark informed me about your arrival, and he also wanted me to you this this."

Becca looked down at the card that the woman had been holding.

Becca Abilene Wilkins

Age: 20

Height: 150Cm

Occupation: Stark Industries reporter

"What?" Becca frowned as her eyes read the words once again. "Stark Industries Reporter?!"

The receptionist nodded happily. "Correct. was so happy with the article you had produced that he wanted you to come back and interview more people. That's why you're here to interview ,."

Becca was at a lost for words. Never had she expected to be chosen to work with Tony. Did her boss even know about this? Was her boss mad? Probably not. She was most likely boasting about how one of her little 'underlings' had flourished into a professional reporter who worked alongside only the most successful and richest man in the world. Becca thanked the receptionist quickly before heading towards the direction of the elevator. At least she knew where it was this time.

Luckily Becca found the elevator. But it also seemed that she found Pietro too.

"I see you found the elevator OK?" Pietro asked with a slightly smug expression as he ate an apple. Becca remained silent for the moment, instead entering the elevator and allowing Pietro to press the buttons for her.

"It's nice to see you, Pietro."

Pietro smirked. "I'm glad you remember my name," He said, finishing his apple and tossing it into the tiny trash can that stood by the door. "What are you here for this time?"

Becca glanced up at him for a moment before finally speaking. The nerves were getting to her now, so she began massaging her hands and bouncing on the heels of her feet. "I'm here to interview Steve Rodgers. I was also given the pleasure to know that I am Stark's Reporter? I find it rather confusing actually. "

Pietro remained quiet, so Becca slowly passed him the card and he mused to himself. Becca frowned lightly. "I never knew you were this short," he snorted. Becca gasped and hit him lightly on the arm and muttered under her breath how being short was OK. "What are you doing later?" Pietro quickly asked, looking down at Becca with a serious expression.

"I think I'm going out for dinner with my friend and her fiance-"

"What about your fiance?"

Becca stared at him for a moment and then quickly shook her head. "No, no, no no! I can barely get a guy to give me a second glance, never mind getting somebody to ask the big question," she said with a hint of amusement. "You can come if you want."

Pietro's eyes widened before he smirked, "is this like a date?"

Becca shook her head. "No? I'm just trying to be nice." The elevator doors opened and Becca nodded towards Pietro before leaving the elevator. Pietro slowly left the elevator. "You're coming too?"

"Well, I do live here so I can go pretty much wherever I want."

Becca continued walking and headed in the direction towards the lab where she saw Tony, Bruce and Steve conversing with each other. Her stomach flipped and she paled. I can't do this. Maybe I should just turn away and email Tony and Steve with a huge apology. Becca suddenly flinched when Pietro opened the door, bringing the three Avengers attention to her.

"Aha! My little reporter is here!" Tony said, walking towards Becca and messing her hair. Becca tutted and swatted his hand away until he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Look Steve, Isn't she cute?"

Steve arose from his chair and offered his hand to Becca, "it's nice to meet you ma'am." Becca was able to free herself from Tony's grasp and shake hands with Steve. It was really random, but Becca took note that he had really soft hands. She didn't know why she did it, but it seemed like a good thing to remember.

"Please, just call me Becca," she smiled. "It's an honour to be here and get the chance to interview you. My boss was thrilled to hear the news."

"Hey, Becks, did you like the little gift I gave you?" Tony asked, walking towards his desk and rummaging through some papers and acting like he was actually working. Becca turned and faced him, placing her bag down onto a chair.

"It was somewhat surprising, but I guess I should say thanks?" Becca's tone sounding more curious than pleased.

Steve turned and faced Pietro, "good morning, Pietro." Pietro nodded in response while Tony's eyes widened and he mouthed something towards Bruce who just rolled his eyes and threw his arms up in the air. Bruce was officially finished with Tony. Tony tried to quickly play it cool when Becca glanced at him as he was mid leap as he jumped up and down like an excited child in a toy store.

"Sonic, I didn't think you knew my little Becks," Tony said cooly.

Pietro rolled his eyes at the nickname. "We met on the elevator the last time she was here."

"That reminds me! What are you doing this weekend? Wanna come visit my crib and you and sonic can have dinner together?" Tony looked down at Becca with a slight smirk.

"I'm afraid I cant'," Becca folded her arms and was oblivious to the 'stop this, Tony' that Bruce mouthed to the billionaire. "I have to visit my grandmother in London. Besides anything that clashes with my work will easily be declined."

Tony's jaw dropped and he leaned down so he was face to face to Becca. "Even if it was a super fun date with a hunk? Or do you now swing that way? I'm sure I can hook you-"

"Even if it was with the love of my life, Tony. I've worked too much to get where I am now and I'm not going to waste it by getting caught up in a love life," Becca said bluntly, facing Steve. "Now, would you like to get started?"

Tony walked towards Pietro and rested his hands on his shoulders. "Don't worry Speedy, I won't let you be lonely."

"Stark, I don't want you to get involved with anything," Pietro snapped. His eyes wandered over to Becca as she started to laughing when Steve answered one of her questions. He continued to stare at her, which meant he was oblivious to the look that Tony was giving him. Pietro watched closely as Becca would pick at her nails as she asked questions. How she would nod when Steve answered. She looked so serious and it amused Pietro.

AHAHAHHAHAHA I'M BACK! I BET YOU ALL FORGOT ABOUT THIS BUT NO HERE I AM. I'm sorry for no updates since August *readers cry* but I recently watched Deadpool which seriously put me into a Marvel mood. I also re-wrote the first chapter in case you want to go check that out. I'll try to rewrite the second chap and possibly this one.

XxPantherLilyxX~ I'm happy you like it. I feel like Becca is my most realistic OC as I've tried to base her of various people I know and I didn't want her to seem like a Mary-sue.

Esmereilda~ I'd be crying if I got to meet Captain America too!

Lemonofweirdness~ Sorry for the wait!