If there was one thing Stupéfier knew, it was the cliche of old abandoned warehouses. Max assured her that this one, on the edge of the East River, was perfectly safe. She wasn't too she believed him, and was prepared to jump away at a moment's notice.

"My friends picked this place out. I just go along for the ride."

"What friends?" she asked for the third, no, fourth time.

Max smiled evilly as he opened up the door for her. "Lemme surprise ya."

Stupéfier walked in, making sure her mask was tight enough on her face. She had a very bad feeling about this place. It was so dark inside, and she couldn't make out anything. Max walked beside her, his hand glowing to create some light. Stupéfier could see something moving.

"Turn on the light, you fool." said a demanding voice. "We have electricity in this establishment."

"Better than the last place," another voice chimed in.

Max walked away from her side for only a moment, as he flipped on a light switch. Stupéfier instantly saw that the friends Max had told her about had superpowers as well. The one that stood out to her right away was a pudgy man with a fishbowl haircut, wearing sunglasses, even indoors. He was at the center of four metal arms, which swayed and moved in the air as if they were alive. They seemed to be a part of him.

The other was an old man; Stupéfier wondered what he was doing out with the others instead of in a nursing home. He was bald and had a grim expression. He was wearing a green bird suit, which even the foreign visitor found slightly amusing.

The next man seemed fairly normal, except for the fact that his face was literally a blank, white canvas. He did not smile, but his eyes flashes in Stupéfier's direction.

With artificial stage smoke around his feet, the next friend of Max's had a strange attire; he was wearing a green jumpsuit with a purple cape, but wore a helmet over his head that greatly resembled a fishbowl.

And the last seemed to be normal; he was wearing brown pants and a striped green shirt. He seemed to be a bit of a blockhead, literally. His head was shaped oddly, but maybe it was just her.

"Where you followed?" the pudgy man asked.

Max shook his head.

"And who is this?"

"I'm Stupéfier," she smiled. "I'm new to America. It's nice to meet you."

The man cocked his head. "And you brought her without our consent?"

"I just met her tonight," Max said. He wrapped his arm around her. "Stupéfier, this is Doctor Octavius. The old guy is the Vulture. Fishbowl head would be Mysterio, the faceless guy is the Chameleon, and then that guy in the green shirt is the Sandman. And, like I told ya, I'm Electro. We make up the Sinister Six."

"Sinister Six? I have not heard of your group before." Stupéfier admitted.

"What can you do?" Octavius asked, ignoring her comment. He stroked his chin, as if he was analyzing an interesting experiment.

"I--"

"Aw, she's great!" Max interrupted. "She can jump really far--I mean, really far. She has super strength, topped off with super speed. She's from France. And, better yet, she knows Spider-Man."

Stupéfier noticed how everyone tensed at the sound of that name. "How do you know him?"

She smiled, a little nervous about the way their eyes were looking at her. "I...eh...He stopped me one day, and we walked. I told him I wanted to see the sights, you understand, get a feel of New York City!" she took a brief pause. "He did not trust me, and when I told him the Brooklyn Bridge was my next desired destination, he came with me. I felt uncomfortable, since he had lost someone he knew there. But other than that, I do not know him."

Octavius nodded. Stupéfier saw that he was the leader, official or not. They all looked at him, unsure of what to make of the new girl. "Why did you come to America, Stupéfier?"

"To join the Avengers."

The others snorted. Some looked away. She was so confused.

"And, you do not know who we are?"

She shook her head. "Not in the slightest. Sorry."

"No, no, that is quite all right. It was nice meeting you, Stupéfier. If you do not mind, I need to talk to Max and the others privately. Will you be able to find your way home from here?"

She nodded. "Yes, I should be able to." This was a lie; but she knew she could manage herself.

Max said, "Hey, what gives?"

One of Octavius' metal arms reached towards Max. Its pincers tugged on his costume, pulling him closer. "This is what happens when you bring uninvited company, Electro."

Max turned around, smiling a goofy smile. "I'll see you around, Stupéfier."

She smiled and exited the warehouse, happy to be out of the place. Perhaps it was just her, but those men gave her the weirdest feelings. She sprung off the ground and into the sky, jumping her way back to her motel. It was late, and she knew exactly what tomorrow would hold in store.

A/N: I'm going on vacation, so I'll be a little slow with the updates. Sorry! I know you don't deserve it. Thank you for being so patient with me.