Chapter Four

Alice's POV

"I'm going to go get Ryan and Johnny." I said, getting up from my spot on the ground. I had been laying face down on the grass with my hood up, trying to take a nap. Amy had made the comment that I "look like a dead hobo." We were currently at an art festival where artists from all over were selling their goods. For the past week we had been seeing all that California had to offer to us. Amy was making a lot of money selling the things she had made. To witches and wizards she secretly sold art spells, moving paintings, and figures of famous Quidditch players.

Jen and Luis had disappeared to who knows where. Between Ryan, Johnny, Amy and I, there was an ongoing bet as to when they would finally get together. Amy and I had our money on sometime this year while Ryan and Johnny had theirs placed on in two years.

Ryan and Johnny had gone down the block to where there was a gun and weapon show was. They were there to sell some of their weapons and "to size up their competition." I just thought they just wanted to blow more things up; making grown men drool in envy was just a bonus to them.

However, when I got to their bunker of a booth, I couldn't understand what I was seeing. They were hunched over a table, muttering. While this was a normal thing for Ryan and Johnny, it was the other man who was with them that made the sight strange, a man with a blue light coming from his chest. "What did you to do in order to get Tony Stark here?!" I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest. All three heads snapped up like kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar. "I would appreciate that you did not shout out my name for the whole world to hear; I'm having fun and I don't want Pepper or Agent Coulson to find me and drag me back to my house where they would give me a boring lecture." Tony said, holding out his hand to me. I shook it and looked down at the table. "Do I even want to know what trouble you are cooking up?"

"Well, we are trying to quicken the fusion reaction and firing time of sniper rifles so they can be stabilized and powered by a new source-"

"Rather than gunpowder, thus making it more efficient and quieter." Ryan finished Johnny's sentence.

"English please?" Tony heaved a sigh. "We're trying to make the gun better." He explained like he was talking to a first grader.

"And here we thought you better than that!" Johnny joked.

"Ummmm… I'm the one you're always testing your new inventions on. You don't usually stop to explain what you're sending my direction before doing so. Oh, and you might want to move that wire; it's gonna make the gun go off in a few seconds." I said, pointing to the gun on the table. The gun that just so happened to be pointed directly towards Tony's favorite body part. Tony yelped and quickly dismantled the gun and pointed it away from him. "Nice save there. How did you know it was going to go off?" Tony asked, studying me closely.

"I have my ways." I said, shrugging. "Come on guys. Amy is going to pack up soon; she has almost sold all of her stuff, so start packing up." I ordered. All three of the whined but Ryan and Johnny complied. "Why do you let the little girl boss you around?" Tony demanded.

"You haven't seen her when she's pissed." Ryan and Johnny said seriously.

To my surprise, Ryan and Johnny left the weapons they didn't sell with Tony. "Let us know when you figure out how to do it." Ryan said, shaking Tony's hand. "Yeah, yeah. I want you two to drop by my place sometime. Then we can have some real fun." Tony offered.

"And we'll bring our real toys. The stuff we have back home is much better than what we got here." Johnny said, agreeing.

"Oh God. You two are like mini versions of him! I'm gonna be bald and insane by my 20s!" I complained. The guys had the nerve to laugh. "How did you guess our plan?" Ryan crackled.

"Ryan! Johnny! Alice!" Amy shouted, running up to us, breathless. "Did you guys have fun? What am I talking about? Of course you had fun blowing things up!" She laughed. Her eyes widened slightly when they landed on Tony. "Hi! I'm Amy!" She said, sticking out her tiny hand. Tony looked taken back slightly before shaking her hand.

"OH MY GOD! IT'S TONY STARK!" A high pitched voice screamed before said man was mobbed by a group of screaming fan girls. I covered my ears and noticed Starks's smirk. Of course he would like it when he was surrounded by girls shouting his name. But it turned serious very quickly. The others were pushed away one way and I the other. "Go find Jen and Luis!" I shouted over the noise. They nodded their heads and left quickly. I was about to leave when two things happened; a man in a suit showed up, trying to get Tony's attention, and an another man with knife in his hand appeared behind Tony, aimed at the billionaire's back. I took a risk and stomped the ground my with my foot, making it ripple around us. I disarmed the would-be-killer and handed it to a stunned Tony. "You should always watch your back Stark." I said before running off. I only got to the block corner when a hand gripped my elbow, yanking me to a stop. It was the other man. "How did you do that? Who are you?" He asked, breathless.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I said nonchalantly.

"That's not what I saw. I'm Phil Coulson and I wanted to give you this." He said, handing me a card. His name was on it along with a number and an address. "In case you ever need to contact me." Phil explained, releasing me.

"Why would I need to contact you?" I asked.

"Because I would be able to help you." He said simply. I looked down at the card in my hand before pocketing it. "Alice. My name is Alice." I said before running off to find the others.

But I didn't find the others right away. Rather, I was found by one Tony Stark. "Hey kid! I wanted to thank you." He said.

"Ummmm… you're welcome?" I said, hesitantly.

"I accept. Now, how did you do that. The thing with the ground?" He asked.

"I would rather not say." I mumbled. Tony studied me for a moment. "Alright then. But in that case, let me buy you a round of drinks." Tony offered, leading me down the street. I stopped where I was. "Tony!" I shouted, shocked.

"What? I'm living, so that's a good excuse as any to drink. How old are you anyways?"

"Today is my thirteenth birthday."

"Even more reason to celebrate!" Tony retorted.

"But I'm not drinking age!" I protested.

"Like that stopped me when I was your age!" Tony snorted.

"When I was four, my mother turned to drinking because my father never returned. Around the same time, my best friend's uncle took up the drink as well. We were both beaten for simply being born. It didn't matter who did it- my mother or Harry's uncle- we were both victims to abuse that alcohol brought around. We were blamed for things that we could never have actually been out fault, such as their inability to pay the bills or that there was never enough rum or beer in the house. Those were the nights that were the worse, so I do not like alcohol at all." I said in a solemn voice. Tony stared at me with a jaw that touched the ground and a completely shocked look on his face. I could only keep my face straight for so long before I cracked. I was practically rolling on the ground. People who walked passed gave me a strange look before continuing on their way. "You… you should've seen… your face!" I gasped out.

"That wasn't funny." Tony said, miffed.

"Yes it was and you know it!" I chuckled. "Nah, I actually have a younger friend who is like a little sister that I have to set a good example for. Not to mention that if I have my first drink without Ryan and Johnny… well, let's just say that I would never hear the last of it." I explained.

"I hate it when people do the right thing; it makes me feel guilty!" Tony complained. He shoved his hands in his pockets then his face brightened. "I know! Here, take this. It hasn't even come out on the shelves yet." Tony said, shoving something into my hands. It was a cell phone. Or at least, it looked like a cell phone. It looked like a piece of glass with a black edging. When he pressed a button on the side, the screen lit up. "Cool!" I said, fiddling around with the device. "I know right!" Tony smirked.

"But I can't take this from you; you need it." I tired giving it back.

"Sorry, but I don't like being handed things." He said, raising his hands, refusing to take back the phone. I sighed and slipped it into my pocket. "Well, thanks. I guess. I have to get going. The others are going to be wondering where I disappeared off to. It was nice meeting you Mr. Stark." I said before walking away. When I knew I was a safe distance away, I gathered the wind and lifted myself off the ground and quickly flew towards where we had pitched the tent. I hopefully flew high enough not to be noticed by the average person, but low enough not be on any radars.

Back in the tent, I continued to play around with the phone. I found where the contacts were. I saw that I already had a contact saved. The Sexiest Man Alive. I shook my head at Tony's silliness. Pulling the card out of my pocket, I entered Phil's number into the phone. As I stared at the numbers, a feeling came over me that told me that that was not the last time I would see either Tony or Phil. Closing the phone with a snap, I rolled over on my bed and tried to go to bed. We would be leaving in the morning and I need a lot of rest to recover from the crazy day today had turned out to be.


Okay, this is the edited version. I am sorry for the people who saw the uneditited version! Thanks Alice for catching those mistakes!

Normal AN:

HI! Amy here! :D Doube update in one night! I-errr- I mean WE- are on a roll! So what did you think of Tony? He is the first Avenger that our little group will meet. For certain characters we paired up with an Avenger (like Ryan and Johnny with Tony). Who are the other pairings? Any guesses as to the next Avenger meeting is gonna be?

Thanks to those who reviwed! You are awesome! So these two chapters are for you. You know who you are. ;)

Hopefully, I will update next week, but no pormises.

As always,

Amy & Alice