Hello guys! This might be the last chapter for a bit...sorry! I've just got a job that needs to be done and that's just a BIT more important than my books at this point. And I really don't have an option NOT to go to work...sorry. But let me know what you think of this chapter!

It was the morning after I showed up at the tower. Tony had given me my own room, which was nice of him. I had a window, meaning I was in the top part of the tower, but he'd also told Jarvis that I was allowed below in the "Avengers' HQ" which was pretty cool as well.

There was knocking at the door, and I got up out of bed to answer it. There was Steve, standing outside, looking nervous with his hands stuck in his pockets.

"Tony wants you to come down for breakfast with the rest of the Avengers. He would've told Jarvis to, but I thought this was nicer."

"Let me just put something more suiting on," I told him.

He nodded his head, and said, "I'll just wait out here for you." He shut the door, and I went to the closet. I don't know how Tony had been able to stock the closet up, or how he managed to get my size (especially when I couldn't remember my size, thanks to my amnesia) but my closet was full of clothes just my size.

I picked out a light blue t-shirt and a pair of dark grey sweatpants. I took the hairbrush in the bathroom off my room, and quickly ran it through my brown hair. I tied it up in a ponytail, and then walked out of the room to find Steve sitting on the ground. He was reading a book, which according to the cover was called Warriors: Forest of Secrets.

"Good book?" I asked, causing him to glance up at me, smiling.

"It's decent," he replied. "I guess it's a whole series? I don't know, I missed a lot when I was asleep in the ice."

I knew what he was talking about, but only because Tony had tried filling me in on as much as he could about the Avengers. Apparently Steve came from the period of World War Two, but he'd been frozen in ice. They only recovered him about a year ago, and he was having trouble adjusting to the modern world. Tony had made it seem funny, but I couldn't help but feeling bad for Steve. Even though he had all his memories, he still was probably the closest person in this group of superheroes that could possibly understand me.

Steve got up off the floor, and he smiled at me. "You ready to go to breakfast? I should warn you, it's a bit hectic."

I shrugged. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

We started walking to the elevator, although I had already knew how to get there from my room. The floor I was on must've been a private floor from Tony's business. because there was no one else on the floor besides Steve and I.

"Why does Tony have empty floors?" I asked curiously.

"These floors are for the Avengers," Steve replied. "If it's not crawling with Stark Enterprise workers, they're technically Avenger floors. This floor is kind of useless because it has spare bedrooms. I think it's for in case we have guests or something."

"Like me?"

"Yeah," he replied, smiling.

We had reached the elevator, and Steve pushed the button for floor 10, meaning it would be in the underground section of the building. "Floor ten, Jarvis," he told the AI. I would've wondered what the redundancy was about, but I'd remembered Tony saying that you needed fingerprints, eyeball scan, and a password. Perhaps the password was triggered by voice?

A hidden panel on the elevator wall showed itself, ejecting a type of machine from it, and Steve quickly pushed the password in, which I had been told was shawarma. Then, he kneeled down low enough so that it could read his eyeball, and the machine replied with a Jarvis-sounding-voice, "Rogers, Steven G."

The elevator took a dip downwards, and I was thankful I was used to it. Tony needed to figure out why it took such a massive lurch when someone used it. It couldn't be safe.

"What's the book about?" I asked Steve.

"What?" he asked, looking at me shocked.

"The book? That you were reading?"

He looked at the book in his hand, and then he smiled. "This one, it's about a cat named Fireheart. He's part of these Clans of cats who live in a forest, and his Clan is ThunderClan. The Clans are made of warriors, who fight and hunt, apprentices, who are training to be warriors, queens, who take care of the kits, and elders who are retired warriors and queens. Then there's a medicine cat, who takes care of the injuries and they receive prophecies from the Clans ancestors, known as StarClan. Then there's the two leaders, the actual leader who has nine lives thanks to StarClan, and the deputy who organizes patrols. But anyways, Fireheart used to be a housecat but joined the Clans, and he suspects the deputy of ThunderClan, Tigerclaw, to be a traitor. He's trying to prove it."

The elevator dinged, and we got off, walking down the hall to wherever we were eating. The only floors I'd been on were floor three from yesterday, and the thirty-first floor which was where my room was located. So I hadn't been on this floor, which meant I was just going to let Steve lead me to where we'd be eating.

"That sounds interesting," I told him, in regard to the book. "How many books to the series?"

"Six, but I guess there's more books that follow the series. I'm not sure, but I got the first six from the store. They looked interesting."

"You should loan them out to me," I suggested.

"I just might do that."

We made a bunch of turns, and then suddenly Steve said, "We're here."

He opened a door on the right of me, and there inside was every single Avenger. I suddenly felt nervous, did I really want to eat breakfast with these guys? They all seemed nice yesterday, well besides Clint, but now that I knew what they were capable of, a feeling of fright nested in the pit of my stomach.

Tony smiled, "Megan!" he called, sounding cheerful. He patted the seat next to him, and said, "Come sit by me! I won't bite."

I knew he wouldn't, because he and Steve are the only ones who didn't frighten me after hearing about the past of the Avengers. Or what they could do. So, no, I wasn't afraid of sitting by Tony, but it was who would be sitting on the other side of me that made me just a bit frightened. It was Thor, who I had learned was a god. Because that wasn't freaky at all.

"Cmon, please?" Tony asked, waggling his brown eyebrows.

I let out a sigh. I decided to sit down by Tony, and tried my best to ignore the seed of fear.

"Megan, how was your first night in your room?" Tony asked, smiling.

"It was okay," I told him, feeling a bit nervous.

"That is great to hear Lady Falke," Thor said from the other side of me.

I looked at him, surprised to hear him speak. His voice was loud, and it was full of authority just a bit. I remembered what Tony told me about him being a prince back on his home planet, Asgard. So, he was not only a god, but he was an alien. Yeah, totally not freaky.

I tried smiling at Thor, but I'm pretty sure it came out as more of a grimace than anything. Something inside of me told me to stop being a wimp, and that there was nothing to be afraid of. These guys were going to help me, and not hurt me. At least I hoped so.

Tony must've sensed my discomfort though, because he said, "I see Capsicle brought you down. Did he bore you with stories of the good ol' days?"

I chuckled at his attempt of trying to change the subject. "Nah, he just talked about a new series he's reading. He might loan it to me."

"Why?" Clint asked, from across the table. "It's not like you're going to be here long enough right?" He looked at Tony pointedly, "She's just here until she gets her memories back, right?"

Steve answered for Tony. "We don't know how long that'll take. She could read the series before that could happen. We don't even know what happened to her that caused her to lose her memory."

Clint grumbled a bit before turning to Natasha and they started talking about something that I didn't quite understand.

Tony turned to me. "Don't mind Legolas. I don't know his issue, but we will get your memory back."

"What's for breakfast?" I asked, purposefully changing the subject.

He cracked a grin at that. "Anything your heart desires," he replied. He must've seen my skeptical expression because he laughed. "No, seriously." He handed me an electronic device. "Just type in what you want, and voila. You'll get it." I was still in shock that he was able to do something like that, so he took the device back from me. "What do you like Megan? Wait, don't answer that, you don't have your memory. Hmmm, what should I pick for a girl who doesn't know what she likes. Wait, I have an answer!" he mused, mainly talking to himself. He chuckled once, before typing something up on the device.

"What are you getting?" I asked him, curious.

"Only America's greatest beauty," he replied. When he saw my cocked eyebrow, he chuckled. "I mean a hamburger, silly." He ruffled my hair, causing me to snap my head away from him, laughing a bit in the process. Although, the grin was wiped from my face when the back of my head whacked into Thor.

I looked at him, feeling my cheeks heating up in embarrassment, and in fear. I had no idea if he was going to be mad about it, or if he was going to laugh it off. Apparently he was going to go with the second option, because within a matter of seconds, the room was filled with the boom of the god of thunder's laughter.

I tried scooting my chair away from him, causing Tony to laugh quietly, which was almost drowned out by Thor's laughter.

When the god finished laughing, I turned to Tony. "When's the hamburger arriving?" I asked him.

He laughed again. "Just have patience, Megan. Or did you forget how to when you lost your memory?" I wanted to punch him for that, but the twinkle in his brown eyes revealed he was only joking, so I decided not to. Instead I laughed with him, which made his eyebrows wrinkle in confusion.

"Don't worry about it," I told him.

Breakfast passed by in a bit of a rush. Clint and Natasha left before they had even eaten half of their breakfast, which according to Tony wasn't that unique for them. Steve had finished his food before anyone else, and was reading his book again. By the time I finished my burger, Thor was still eating his pancakes, although I'm pretty sure he'd had more than five plates of them. Sam ate his cereal, and followed Clint and Natasha. I didn't bother asking where they were going though, as I wasn't particularly worried. Bruce hadn't even ordered food, instead he had a pad of paper in front of him, and he was writing in it. Tony had informed me that Bruce came to the meals as a formality, but he much preferred eating on his own in the room.

When I finished, I asked turned to Tony, and asked, "Can I go up to my room and take a shower?"
Tony chuckled. "Sure. Bruce?"

The curly haired man looked up, pushing his glasses up as they had been slipping down his nose. "Yes, Tony?" he asked kindly.

"You want to take Megan up to her room? It's the second one on the thirty-first floor."

"He doesn't have to…" I protested. I knew my way now that Steve had shown me.

"Actually, he does," Tony replied. "I haven't had a chance to get your retinal scan for the elevator, or your fingerprint for that matter. You need both of those in order to get to any Avenger flooring unless another Avenger is with you. And considering how I was hoping Capsicle and Goldilocks would come with me down to the training room, Bruce, you're really the only option."

I sighed. "You coming Bruce?" I asked, not particularly wanting him to come, but knowing that Tony wasn't going to let up on it. He was rather stubborn, which I didn't understand.

Bruce looked at Tony with an expression I couldn't read, and then finally looked at me. "Yeah," he finally said. "I'm coming."

We walked out of the room, with me walking just ahead of Bruce, and us walking in relative silence. We were just about to reach the elevator when he spoke. "You know, he just wants to protect you."

"What?" I asked, confused on where he was going with this.

"Tony? He just wants to protect you. I'm not sure what it is about you, but he sees you as a little sister type. I just thought you should know." And then we sank back into silence.