I swear I am not dead! I've just been busy with work and school. I hope everyone is still anxiously waiting for this new chapter. I didn't know what I wanted to have it be, but the idea from last chapter was still in my head. Hopefully everyone enjoys!

Oh yes and if anyone happened to have read my Batman story, a sequel is in progress!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers, just Rory and her crazy antics.

~R~

The days following Steve and Rory's bakery escapade they never heard from Tony. Surely he would have thought of something to get back at them with, but nothing. Or so they thought. Rory was somehow roped into going to one of SHIELD's cleverly disguised shooting ranges with Natasha and Clint. Now, Rory is good with a gun but she still prefers her knives, so to her surprise upon their arrival there was a table covered with varies kinds. She glided her right hand over the handles and the blades, testing for sharpness. Rory stuck her index finger in her mouth as a small trickle of blood slid down.

"Did they just sharpen all of these?" She asked tossing the knife in the air and catching it.

"Just for you." Natasha answered cocking her gun.

"Try not to stab yourself again." Clint added with a smirk while notching an arrow.

Rory spun around and glared at the Hawk. "Maybe if you hadn't of startled me I wouldn't have stabbed myself."

As Clint was about to respond the room was filled with the sound of gunfire. They clasped their hands over their ears as it reverberated around the room. Natasha emptied the last of the clip into the target and lowered her weapon. Rory was the first to pull her hands from her ears and grab pair of orange ear plugs. Securing each plug in her ears, Rory walked into her stall and set the knives on the sill. Natasha and Clint eyed her stance as Rory moved her right foot behind her left, leaving a gap between the two and forming a forty-five degree angle. Her heels were on an imaginary line she came up with and bent her knees; she was balancing on the ball of her back foot. She grabbed a bowie knife, placing her thumb on the spine of the knife with a stiff grip. Rory moved her arm back behind her head, the knife level with the side of her head. In one fluid motion her arm extended straight out in front of her, releasing the knife. Her eyes followed the knife as it sailed through the air and embedded itself into the dummy target.

"Remind me not to startle her while she is in the kitchen…" Clint muttered to Natasha.

Natasha smirked but it slowly faded away. Her eyes were trained on Rory as she took another stance and knife. She flipped the knife in her hand and caught the tip of the blade. Rory pressed her index finger to the blunt side of the blade. Her stance was more relaxed and recognized by Natasha. This time Rory's movement was faster and wave like and by the time Clint had blinked the knife was already in the dummy's forehead. Rory turned around when she didn't hear muffled gun fire and found Natasha with her arms crossed over her chest and Clint slowly slinking to the side.

"Is something wrong?" Rory questioned raising an eyebrow.

"I never knew you've been to Russia." Natasha replied.

Rory's mouth formed an 'O' as she rubbed the back of her neck. "It was a long time ago. I was on a job and somehow I managed to get myself caught. Stupid I know, but I wasn't told of the…consequences of my last job.

"What happened?" Clint asked messing with one of his arrows.

Rory chuckled, "I was tossed into a Russian prison. What else? Technically, I wasn't supposed to be in Russia. There's apparently, or there was, a warrant for my arrest. Anyways, the rest is history."

It was Clint's turn to raise an eyebrow in question. He placed the arrow back into his quiver and crossed his arms.

"How did you get out?"

"I gave them what they wanted. That's all you need to know." Rory replied ending the conversation.

The room was silent as Rory placed the knives back on the table and in their proper spots. She turned toward the door and rested her hand on the door handle. She stopped and glanced over her shoulder.

"So who's up for some food?"

"Are you paying?" Clint asked.

"No, but a certain billionaire we all know and love is." Rory smiled pulling the card from her pocket.

"What are we waiting for? Let's go!" Clint said throwing a fist into the air. Natasha rolled her eyes as Rory laughed and pushed the door open.

~R~

Tony stood in front of one of his many computer screens with an eyebrow twitching. He pressed a button and called in Pepper. The elevator pinged as Pepper entered the room.

"What is it now, Tony?" she asked walking to his side.

His arms were crossed in front of him while his right hand was to his face. Tony moved his hand and pointed at the screen. Pepper turned toward the screen and saw Tony's bank statement. She had to stifle a giggle with a cough as Tony glanced over to her.

"How does she keep getting my card?" He questioned thoroughly confused.

"I don't know Tony, but I like her." Pepper replied earning a look from Tony. She lifted her hands, "I'm only saying, Tony."

The elevator pinged causing Tony to turned around to see who it is.

"Speak of the devil and she shall appear." He said with a grin.

Rory glared as she approached the couple. Tony's eyes landed on the piece of plastic in her outstretched hand. His eyes moved from the card to Rory's eyes.

"Just take it, Tony. It's no fun using your money when you don't do anything." She said.

Tony smirked as he took the card from her. "Who says I didn't do anything?"

Rory's eyes narrowed as she tilted her head. "What are you talking about?"

"I guess you haven't been to your apartment yet?"

"You didn't…" Rory replied turning on her heel and stalking toward the elevator. As she waited for the doors to close she glared at Tony who merely grinned back.

"Tony, what did you do?" Pepper asked.

"I just gave her some new decorations." He replied going to put the card in his wallet only to find it missing. "Where's my wallet?"

~R~

Rory roughly pushed the door to the stairwell open as she reached her apartment. She caught sight of Steve standing outside her door, staring. She slowly walked over to him as he turned to her. He reached for the door and swiftly closed it.

"You don't want to go in there." He said blocking the door.

"Steve, let me through, please."

"I don't think that's a good idea, Rory."

"Steven." Rory growled through clenched teeth.

Steve hesitated but slowly moved away from the door. He watched in silence as Rory opened the door and stepped inside. He waited as she took in the state of her apartment. The living room and dining room was covered ceiling to floor with paper party streamers and beads. Rory stood in the doorway and with narrowed eyes she walked through the streamers and beads to her bedroom. She opened the door and Steve swore he heard an animalistic growl come from Rory's throat.

"I'M GONNA KILL HIM!" she shouted storming out of the apartment and back to Stark Tower. Steve followed behind her to make sure she didn't actually kill the billionaire, even if he still called him a Capsicle.

"Rory, hold on!"

~R~

Sorry it's so short. I have a certain direction that all this craziness is going so you'll all have to wait and see. I'll work on the next chapter tomorrow and try to get it out, but there is no promises. Anyways, please review! Or don't, unless you wish to guess what's going to happen. Mwahaha. Okay I'm done now.