Looking up at Stark Tower, (f/n) couldn't believe her eyes. It was the tallest building in sight and (f/n) could guess it held over one-hundred floors. "Wow. And how many people live here?" Steve chuckled. "Six including myself." He stopped walking just in front of the door without opening it.

"Now, considering who you used to, um, work under, I can't guarantee that they'll be all too pleased." (f/n) shook her head. "It'll be fine. I've learned to cope with disapproval. This should be no different. Anyway I thought you said that they would want to meet me?" Cringing, Steve answered, "I never said they would do so happily." And with that, the door was opened and you were ussured into the lion's den.


(F/n) was amazed at the architecture of the building. It looked simple, yet complex. Classy, yet laid back. Productive, yet fun. She loved it! Not so much the people in the next room. "Stay here." was all that Steve said before he disappeared behind an air powered door.

Sighing, (f/n) sat down on the floor and examined herself. Her dress was torn in places and smudged with dirt and blood. Cuts and scrapes decorated her frame and some still beld. She tenderly touched a bigger gash on her upper thigh that she had gotten when the golden platform had fallen and hissed when pain shot up the limb.

It was then that she heard footsteps approaching causally. She looked up just in time to see a woman with tight red curls come towards her in the the other woman looked up from her phone, her green eyes me (e/c) ones. (f/n) figured she was a shoot-first ask-questions-later kind of person because before the newcomer knew it, she was laying on the floor with the unknown woman holding her down. The tightly clothed red-head held both (f/n)'s hands above her head and kneeled to one side laying her left leg over (f/n) to keep her down. "How did you get in here?" she practically growled "I-I Steve brought me!" was all that (f/n) could say. Her heart started to race and (e/c) orbs dilated with fear. Her old master used to pin her down and (f/n) did not like what came soon after.


Steve walked into the main living room of Stark Tower and was immediately confronted by none other than Stark himself.

"So."

"So what?"

"So where is she?"

"She's sitting in the hallway so I can debrief everyone. Where's the rest of the team?"

"Oh, you know, liking their wounds per usual." Tony sighed. "Do you want me to have JARVIS call them in here?"

"No need. We're all right here." The two men turned around to see the rest of the team walking down the stairs from the balcony. All except Natasha. "Where's 'Tasha?" Tony questioned. Looking from one person to another, Steve's gaze landed on Clint, who gave a clueless pose. "Why does everyone always assume I know where she is?" The archer gave a hurt look. "I dunno Barton, maybe it's because you two are always crawling around in the air ducts together. Which, if I might add, is a serious invasion of privacy." Tony stated matter-o-factly Clint scoffed. "You're one to talk Stark" He said the billionaire's name as if it was a disease. That pissed Tony off who in turn got in the younger man's face. "Want to take things outside pretty boy? Even if you had Natasha by your side you couldn't beat me." The brunette was slightly shorter than the dirty-blond and just barely had to look up, but that pissed him up even more while making Hawkeye smirk. "And? How about you leave that suit alone? If it's a fight you want we can to it hand to hand, no tech. Then we'll see who's the real hero! You hide behind a suit while the rest of face the foe head on with little protective gear. Tony Stark, you're a cowa-"

"Enough!" All eyes turned to an angered Captain. "When S.H.E.I.L.D. broke me out of the ice and pushed me towards this team, I got the impression that I would be working with professionals. Not kids on summer break! Now, if you two will just work together, maybe we can figure out who the girl was and why Focalor thought she was so important he couldn't leave her behind. OK?" The rest of the team looked sheepishly at the tall blond. It was then, that a loud crash could be heard from the adjoining hall. Quickly running towards the hall, Steve's eyes were met with a new sight.

Natasha had pinned down the girl from the battlefield and was holding a knife to her neck. The younger woman was squirming and the fear in her eyes was clear. "Natasha! Stop!" Steve pulled her off of (f/n). She shook him off. "What do you mean? She was working for Focalor! She needs to be taken out!" The new woman slowly got off of the floor. "Y-you don't understand. I had no choice." Steve looked at the pain of loss that was so familiar to him reflecting in her eyes. "Did you not see the chains Natasha? She was a prisoner. Now, let's all calm down and go to the other room." With the help of a smitten and stupidly grinning Clint, the taller blond ushered the rest of the team into the living room.

Once inside, everyone but Natasha and (f/n) sat down in some way. Tony rushed to the reclining chair that he and Clint always fought over and gave the archer a cheesy grin when he passed. Thor sat on the couch heavily, bouncing Bruch who had already sat down. Clint sat on the other side of Bruce, was far away from Tony as he could. Steve opted to lean against the back of Tony's chair while Natasha stood in the kitchen behind the counter. With nowhere else to stand (f/n) was up in front of the T.V. with everyone's eyes locked on her. "Umm… Ok-k. I guess I'll start from the beginning."