~Beckys POV~

"When do we leave?" He asks.

"Tomorrow, my dad is having a party, so that will keep him busy. I'll bring swords, bow, knives. And a glider."

"Good, wear armor. Light though. Don't wear jeans, maybe something like a skirt."

"Sounds like a plan. During the party I'll sneak you up, so you can decide what you want to bring. I won't pack anything more than a glider. Even then it won't be in the jet. Just in case someone uses it." I say then wonder, "Where are you gonna be for the mean time?"

"About, probably just on a bench."

"Here take forty, don't say you can't. It's really nothing to me. Buy yourself a meal or two, get a nice shirt or something. It's New York, you'll figure it out."

"Thanks, I'll meet you back here around 8."

"Good, I'll be waiting."

I step on of the elevator to greet guests, make sure that none of the older folks get to Thors liquor .

"You look nice today." A voice says from behind.

"Jet, how'd?"

"Easy, since apparently JARVIS isn't running right now." He says.

Which is true, dad had him running on something.

"Thanks, made it myself." The black skater skirt and yellow sheer top was made specifically to battle in. The skirt had a pair of shorts underneath it and was really strong, it most likely wouldn't rip. The shirt was light and flowy, so I could move easily. I figured I would grab arm guards when I got my bow, since the shirt didn't have sleeves.

"So, what's the grand plan?" He asks.

"Well, once everyone is pretty drunk I'll sneak you into the elevator and we'll take off."

"Sounds good."

"Now," handing him a plate of whatever the waiter was carrying, "enjoy yourself, eat, there's probably a soda in the fridge somewhere. Just stay away from the rest of them."

"But Jane is better."

Oh here we go.

"Cough, testosterone, cough" I hear Hill say.

"Well, either way both of them have to deal the the worst of the worst, it's amazing really how they put up with you two." I say to Thor and my dad.

"She's got you there." Hill says as I walk away to greet some veterans.

"Why, aren't you Starks girl?" One of them asks.

"Why yes I am, just wanted to say thank you for your service."

"You really are a sweetheart, unlike your father. Maybe this Stark will turn out alright." A different vet chimes in.

"You guys have fun tonight, try to stay away from Thors Asgardian drinks."

After awhile people either left or were carried out, the vets were apart of the latter, and all that was left was the team.

Stifling a yawn I tell them I'm going up.

"Goodnight!" as I walk past a counter, I hit it twice to tell Jet to meet in the elevator.

"Okay, let's get everything we need-"

"There-are-no-"

"What was that?" Jet asks dropping the sword he was picking up.

"I don't know, but it doesn't sound good. Just get the glider and run to the quinjet."

The sound of glass shattering fills the air.

"Run!"

We run as fast as we can, we only managed to get a glider, one bow, a quiver chocked full of arrows(that are unfortunately unable to kill, they were designed to stun and slow down), two knives, and a short pole that could be used as a sword.

"Give me coordinates and we shall be there in no time my friend!"

Let me know what you thought! Sorry it didn't get up sooner, I'm in final season but tomorrow is my last final!(science, bleh). Wish you all luck if you are still taking finals.