A/N: Really sorry I haven't updated for so long, I've been quite ill but here's a chapter for you now, I hope you like it. Thanks so much to AmalieNico and literaturelife7 for reviewing, it made me so happy and it made an otherwise shitty day much better. Embarrassing, I know. Please continue to follow, fav and review!

I awoke to the sound of a loud crash and swearing. Too tired to get up and investigate the commotion, I rolled over determined to fall back to sleep, but the crashing continued, so I huffed angrily and crawled out of bed, curiosity getting the better of me. I entered the kitchen to the sight of water spraying everywhere, and Tommy trying to plug what looked like a burst pipe while Evelyn cursed and screamed.

"What the hell is going on?" I yelled over the racket of Evelyn and the water.

"The pipe burst! Again!" Tommy shouted back to me, while avoiding jets of water.

"Call a bloody plumber then!" I said, exasperated.

"What?" Tommy roared.

"I said call a- oh never mind." I let out a sound of frustration and went to get my phone to call an emergency plumber.

Once the pipe had been fixed, and most of the water mopped up, Tommy and Evelyn announced that they had to head into work.

"But it's Sunday! And I'm only just back, I was hoping we could spend the day together!" I protested.

"I know, it sucks, but we can't exactly argue with Fury." Eve reasoned. "And besides, we won't be in all day, we can do stuff later, go out for dinner or something?"

"Fine," I said perhaps a little childishly, "But what're you doing anyway? It must be pretty important if Fury's involved." When Evelyn got the same look on her face as the night before, and Tommy took a sudden interest in his shoes, I knew something wasn't right. "Okay, spill, you two are keeping something from me, what is it?"

"Nothing!" Tommy laughed anxiously, "Paranoid much?"

"Don't try and play this off Thomas Campbell, I know something's up, and you're going to tell me what it is!" My voice got louder as I got more annoyed.

"Look Belle," Eve said soothingly, "We're not allowed tell you anything right now, but you'll find out soon I promise."

"Oh yeah? How soon is soon?"

"A few days at most, but it probably won't even be that long. Hell, it might even be today, I don't know what Fury will decide."

"Whatever," I scoffed, "You better go, or you'll be late."

"Oh come on Teabag…" Tommy started but I cut him off,

"Listen it's fine, go." With that I sauntered back into my room, lay on my bed and put my headphones in. As soon as I heard Tommy and Evelyn leave, I pulled them out and plugged my phone into the speakers, blasting music throughout the apartment, and probably everyone else's too, but frankly I didn't give two shits. I decided that unpacking my things would be a good way to pass the time, but unfortunately it didn't take me as long as I had hoped, and I was at a loose end once again.

Fed up of hanging around the apartment, I took the spare set of keys from the table and went out for a walk, mainly to see how much of the city had been rebuilt. I was surprised at how quickly the construction had happened, as it barely looked like there had been an attack at all. I walked for a long time, wrapped in meaningless thoughts when something, I wasn't quite sure what, dragged me back to reality. Realising where I was, I stopped dead. Right next to me, was the very place half of my teammates had died. The diner. It had not been completely rebuilt yet, so public access was forbidden, but even if I could go in, I didn't want to.

My breathing sped up, as memories of blue light, blood and Loki flashed through my brain. My throat felt like it was closing up, and in a sudden moment of extreme panic, I turned and sprinted back down the street. I ran pretty quickly for a considerable length of time, but after a while the fear began to fade, so I slowed to a halt and tried to work out where I was. At the sight of a familiar bar, I got my bearings, and found that I had run nearly all the way back to the apartment. Getting my breath back, I realised that I was quite thirsty, so I wandered into the bar for a drink. It was actually pretty late, and neither Eve nor Tommy had called to ask where I was, so I presumed they were still at work. Why shouldn't I have a little fun?

After I had finished my beer, the bartender put a strangely coloured cocktail down in front of me. Confused, I said, "Erm, sorry I didn't order this."

"You didn't. It's from the lady over there." He inclined his head towards the corner of the room, where a blonde head was bent over a book. I shrugged, took my drink and made my way over to the booth she was sitting in. I slid in opposite her and she looked up and smirked. Without saying anything, I lifted up the cover of the book she had abandoned; 'A History of God by Karen Armstrong.'

"Interesting book," I said, "I read it back in college, very insightful."

"Yeah, I'm enjoying it so far, I usually find the authors of books about religion irritating, but I actually quite like her."

"I thought the exact same thing!"

We continued to talk about the book for a while, she introduced herself as Grace, and I falsely told her my name was Sophie. Grace was, much to my delight, very attractive. Her hair was blonde, but not disgustingly platinum, and her eyes were an extraordinary blue-green colour. But it wasn't her eyes that were distracting me, it was her mouth. She had the most perfectly shaped rosebud lips, and an irresistible smile. I was so busy staring at her, I didn't realise she had stopped talking and was looking at me with amused eyes. "Am I boring you?" She teased.

"Oh God no, quite the opposite."

"Oh really?" She said in a somewhat hushed tone as she leant a little closer to me. "You seem distracted."

"Trust me, you are holding my complete, undivided attention." My voice was lower and she glanced down at my lips. Just as I thought she might kiss me, she grinned and said,

"Great, then let's get shots."

I was far too drunk from my countless shots to know what time it was or I how I had got there, all I was aware of was her lips on mine, her well-shaped body pressing mine against my apartment door. I briefly wondered whether Eve and Tommy would hear us, but that thought was chased out of my head when she whispered "Bedroom," in between kisses. Needing no further encouragement, I lead her over to my room, thankfully getting the right one. We stumbled inside and I quietly shut the door.