A very short update. very short.
When we left the room, we walked into a sort of lounge room, where everyone was gathered around a big screen. Although now, they were looking at me, not the screen. I felt my face go red from all the attention. Especially from the dark, intense eyes of Tony Stark.
"Hello Miss. I'm Steve. It's nice to meet you." I looked into the kind blue eyes of CAPTAIN FREAKIN" AMERICA! Hell, I approve of his physique. Even though I'm not really into it. I can still admire from a distance, right?
Clint walked up to me next, with the Black Widow next to him.
"Cool wings. Can I touch?" Clint blurted out.
I felt my face go redder. "Oh.. umm.." I stuttered.
Luckily for me, Natasha slapped Clint on the face, saving me from answering.
"You dolt. Be polite." Natasha turned to me. "I am glad that you trust us enough to show us. They really are beautiful though."
She then grabbed Clint's arm and pulled him away, before he tried to reach out and touch my wings.
Thor was next. He boomed, "Well met, young mistress. I am glad to find that the one with Hawk Eyes did not put the arrow through your heart. Would you like a pop-tart?" He held out a plate of pop-tarts. Well, the remains of the pop-tarts. "Oops, they seem to have all gone. I wonder where they went?"
Thor looked saddened by the fact there were no more tarts. But then, he brightened and turned to Tony Stark. "Man of Iron, have we more of these delicious treats?"
Tony rolled his eyes. "In the fridge, Thor."
Thor walked quickly out, and Tony called uselessly after him, "Don't break anything!..."
A crash sounded in Thor's direction. Tony winced, "Too late."
He turned to the rest of the group and announced that he'd better be off to the workshop. Things to do, stuff to make. Or something like that.
Natasha grinned and muttered something under her breath that sounded like so smitten. Steve turned to Bruce and said something about "Why is Tony not interested, he would usually be all over the new….." I missed the last part of that sentence, but I caught Bruce's knowing smile, and saw him tap his nose. Then, I saw Steve copy the smile, as if he also now knew what I didn't. Clint shrugged and walked off towards the TV.
I wonder what they were one about?
Bruce then turned to me and proceeded to give me a tour of the tower.
