So I know that I haven't been updating this book in a while (four months to be exact) and I'm sorry about that. But I've been super distracted, and HEY I GAVE YOU A CHAPTER. :p (By the way, I'm watching My Babysitter's a Vampire while writing this note. It's funny, and I don't know why I told you that.) Don't expect another update for a while. Sorry! But my life has been kind of hectic lately...

"This isn't good," Steve was muttering under his breath. He looked up at Tony, his blue eyes filled with worry. "Are we just going to do what we planned to do today?"

"Of course," Tony snapped. "We can't let this get the best of us!" He sounded frustrated more than angry. He looked upward, and yelled, "Jarvis! Have you finished scanning the videos? Was there any way of figuring out who did this? Any video of someone who did this?" He jabbed his finger at my window.

"I am sorry, sir," Jarvis replied in his smooth, British, voice, "Just as the past five times, there is nothing here."

"Try again!" he snapped.

"Yes, sir," Jarvis replied, sounding rather annoyed; for an AI, he was pretty snarky. I wondered if Tony had meant to program him that way.

I could understand why Tony was being a bit annoying about it all though. After coming in my room, and seeing what had caused my reaction, he'd called everyone else, and they all seemed worried, even Clint. He kept looking at me expectantly, and his usual cold blue eyes seemed full of worry. I wondered what had caused his sudden change of heart.

Natasha was walking around the room, mumbling something in a foreign language. Something clicked inside of me, and I realized she was swearing in Russian. Wait, how did I know that? As far as I was aware, I didn't know Russia. Perhaps it was an insight to my past life? I couldn't be certain.

Steve, Thor, and Bruce were all whispering to each other, words I didn't quite catch. They kept staring at my window, as though it would jump out at them, or some unforeseen danger was lurking around. I could understand their concern, but really, I was just curious about the one thing.

I walked over to Tony, where he was talking to Sam about something dealing with technology. I didn't quite understand everything they were talking about, but then again, who could blame me for not understand nerd speak?

What I could understand though, was that they were both worried about the fact that Jarvis obviously couldn't pick up who'd been in my room.

Tony looked up at the ceiling again, and yelled, "Jarvis! Have you found anything yet?"

"I've scanned every video for the fifth time, sir," Jarvis replied, "and there is still nothing."

Tony let out a frustrated sigh. "How did this happen?" he mused, seemingly to himself.

"It'll be okay," I told him. He looked up at me, his brown eyes surprised to see me.

"It won't be okay," he replied. "You're in danger. And I'm supposed to be able to keep you safe! But something went wrong, and Jarvis can't figure out who did this to your room." He gestured to the window again.

"I don't think it's really threatening," Steve spoke up. "Can't you read Stark?"

Tony narrowed his eyes at Steve, as though he was insulted, and I heard a collective sigh coming from some of other Avengers. I wondered why.

"Don't even think of fighting," Natasha growled. "This is not the time."

Tony turned to look at Natasha, and his frustrated look seemed to dissolve. It was still there, but only if you looked really hard. Otherwise there really wasn't anyway to see it.

"Are we going to just forget about everything we had planned today?" Steve pointed out, smoothing everything down.

"What else can we do?" Clint asked. "Whoever did this to Megan's room was very specific about what they wanted!" He pointed to the window.

"Why should you care?" Tony demanded. "Ever since Megan arrived, you've been nothing but mean to her! You've made her feel like she's unwanted!"

"That's not fair Stark," Natasha inserted, her voice full of ice. "Have you ever thought of how he felt?"

"Guys!" I exclaimed, causing everyone to look at me. "Let's not overthink this! We should just listen to what whoever did this wanted!" I pointed to the window, where in dark red writing, it said, Come to Brenningham Park before the end of the day if you want your memories back. "It's obviously about my memories, and I need those back." I looked at Steve, making sure my brown eyes were wide and pleading. If anyone here could understand, it would be him.

"If you go, you should take one other person with you," Steve replied, looking away from my eyes, obviously knowing what I was trying to play at.

"I'll go," Tony and Clint both said at once. I looked at Clint, startled he even offered. Since finding out about the window message, he'd seemed to be more worried than before. Was he starting to turn around and want me around?

"You can't go," Tony told Clint stubbornly. "You never cared for her until now!"

"How would you know?" Clint shot back. "You're not inside my head Stark!"

"If you cared about her before now, you wouldn't go around making her feel like she's unwanted." Tony crossed his arms, glaring at Clint.

Clint turned away from Tony, and looked at me. "Whatever. Go. Take Stark with you and get your memories back. Don't think it matters to me anyways." He then stalked out of the room, and I let out a sigh. There goes that chance of making him like me.

Natasha swore in Russian again, which I still couldn't figure out how I could understand what she was saying, and went after Clint, glaring at Tony on the way out.

"I'm not sure if this is a good idea," Bruce said slowly, looking rather worried.

"C'mon, if it might help her with her memories, why not?" Steve persisted. "Anyways, if Tony goes with, she'll be in safe hands. He'll make sure that nothing bad comes to her." The last part was added with a glare at Tony, and it almost sounded as though Steve was threatening Tony.

Why was there so much bad tension between all these guys? Weren't they supposed to be a superhero team? Shouldn't they work in harmony? But it seemed like the only ones that got along were Clint and Natasha, Tony and Bruce, Tony and Sam, Sam and Steve, and then Thor tried getting along with everyone. Sure, everyone talked to Bruce and Steve, but it seemed like Steve only really got along with Sam, and Tony and Bruce just seemed to click. There was no effort between either of them to make their friendship work.

But otherwise, no one seemed to get along, which I really didn't get.

"Let's get going," Tony said, smiling. I smiled meekly at him, although I was truly excited to get my memories back. I just wanted to understand how the Avengers worked as a team, and if I had to leave once I got my memories back, I knew I would be haunted by the mysteries of them. I let out a sigh. I should just be happy that I was getting my memory back.

I just couldn't help but feeling like there was something I was forgetting about.