As I opened my eyes the first thing I noticed was the bright light. Second thing I noticed was six people surrounding me. And the last thing I noticed was that my hands were cuffed to the bed. My eyes only open to slits as the light is so bright. I noticed my eyes had sleep in them. I instantly tried to reach my hand up and scratch the sand out. But my hand was stopped by the cuff. I saw that none of the people had noticed I was awake, so I stretched my hand out and slipped it out of the cuff to scratch my eyes. The movement drew attention to me. As I scratched my eye, the genius, Tony Stark, realised that my hand was not where it was supposed to be.

"I cuffed your hand to the bed." He stated.

"Ah, ye-es." My voice was raspy so I took the pause to cough and clear my throat.

When I finished, I looked back up to the people. Not hard considering I was lying on a bed. They seemed to be looking at me for an explanation.

"Oh, ah, well the um, cuff was loose…" I paused, "Speaking of which… why am I cuffed to a bed in the first place? And am I dreaming, or are you the avengers?" I decided to fake it, showing that I hadn't realised where I was or why I was here. I can imagine that I was cuffed to the bed cause I could have been a danger, considering I flew through their top window floor.

Steve Rogers stepped towards me. "Don't you remember anything?" he questioned.

I replied, "Uhh… no….maybe pain? And glass?" Still faking it.

I decided to feed them a lie so I wouldn't have to explain my.. uhhh…abnormality. I suppose they might understand, seeing as super serum and hulk, but I doubt they would have seen something this extreme. So I started talking, making up the lie as I went, using the umms and ahhs as trying to remember something.

"Well, I suppose I must have crashed into something. I was on a paragliding tour, or something like that. You know the one where you're strapped underneath big canvas wings? Yeah.. well, it was for, um.. my best friends birthday. We each went with an instructor and they flew us around the city. So I was strapped underneath the instructor, having the time of my life, when … I think it must have been one of the straps.. it broke.. I screamed… and fell. The instructor tried to grab me and ended up only grabbing my shirt, which then ripped, and after that I just remember pain."

I looked at them, to see if they were buying my story. They seemed to believe it until the computerised voice spoke up.

"Sir, I looked up this flight and could not find any information about paragliding over the city."

The Avengers looked at me. Oh shit, quick I need an excuse.

"Huh… not there… well that would probably be because it was a… private tour. Ah, my friend knew some people, so the tour was private and free." That seemed fairly buyable, right?

They still seemed a bit uncertain, but if I was going to go along with my story, I needed to act innocent and get out of here fast. I looked at my cuffs. I know I could get out of them easily, but I needed them to see I was normal.

"Any chance you could let me out? The crash was obviously an accident, so I'll try to repay you and get out of your hair as quickly as possible."

A pause.

Then Natasha spoke up. "We will let you go as soon as you answer this one question." Another pause. "When you crashed, I saw this grey something, that seemed to disappear into you back, mind telling us what it was?"

Oh no. She saw my wings. I could see in her eyes that she thinks she knows what they are. Shit, shit, shit. I need to leave.

"Grey? It must have been my shadow."

"You crashed here at night."

Oh. Hadn't thought of that. Now the other Avengers were getting into the conversation.

"Yeah, I noticed that as well," Clint said. "They kind of looked like wings to me."

"Phht, no one has wings, Clint. That was your imagination."

"Yeah, well at least I have an imagination."

"What do you think they were then?"

"Maybe the girl was right, they were shadows."

"Uhh, reminder, no sun."

As the avengers were arguing amongst themselves, I thought out my escape plan. I looked at the vent above me, and tested my cuff.

"Well there were lights on the ceiling, doofus."

I decided this was my chance. I shrunk my body as quick as a click and transformed into a small, speedy, flying bug and shot up into the vent above. When I was in, I shifted into a mouse. I decided I would fly quickly out of here, but my goddamned curiosity got the better of me. I sat as quiet as a mouse, seeing as I was a mouse, and watched the Avengers through the gaps in the vent.

"You know maybe we should just ask—Hey! Where is she?!"

The group looked around madly, searching for me.

Tony seemed to take control and commanded JARVIS to search for a human on this level.

Clint seemed mad, "How the hell did one girl, slip past the six of us, in a tiny room!?"

"Oh shut up Clint," Natasha said. "Why don't we spread out and look for her?"

Tony glanced at her, "Okay, split up and go. But listen out for JARVIS."

The avengers ran out the room, excluding Tony.

"JARVIS, any sign, yet?"

"No human forms apart from the avengers."

"So… non-human forms?"

I guess they don't call him a genius for nothing do they?

JARVIS answered, " One small life form in the air conditioner tunnels, and a few smaller life forms sitting around somewhere. Probably spiders. The first form is a mouse."

I took that as my cue to leave.

As I scurried down the vent, I heard Tony say, "Well no one can disappear into thin air, but maybe it's possible that girl can change forms. Or maybe teleport."