For some reason, this night out with the Avengers was a lot more awkward than the last. Bruce smiled as Lyn and Emily entered the bar, which had other parties in it this time. Steve instantly brightened as he caught sight of Emily and Lyn found herself sitting next to Thor. Despite being fairly tall herself, Lyn felt dwarfed by Thor. It occurred to her that she had never seen him out of normal clothing, which was odd considering his line of work. In fact, the only Avenger she had seen wearing their 'work clothes' was Tony, and that was only because he used the suit to get to work one day. It certainly made them more like people to her, rather than superheroes.

"Hi Thor." She attempted to make conversation. Thor grunted and finished his drink. He stood and left her staring at her hands. She heard a shuffling sound, and then the scent of whiskey wafted into her nose. A very drunken Tony placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Lyn. Lyn-y Lyn. Lyndania. Lyndalooooooo." Tony trailed off, seeming to forget his initial point for a moment.

"You okay Tony?" Lyn asked.

"NO. I WAS ASKING IF YOU WERE OKAY." Tony roared. The entire bar turned to look. Lyn was surprised, she thought Tony getting hammered in public would be more common.

"I'm fine Tony."

"Are you sure? Because…because I thought with the whole Lucas." Tony stopped rather abruptly, making a face.

"Tony?" Lyn leant in towards him, concerned. Tony opened his mouth to reply, but what came out was about as far from words as possible.

"Oh god!"

"What's happening?"

"Iron Man just puked on that girl!"

Lyn looked up, terrified. Her shirt was soaked in vomit, which Tony was drunkenly pawing at, and everyone was staring at her.

"Who is she?"

"She fucking Tony?"

"Or the Hulk?"

"She was awful cosy with Thor just now."

Lyn felt tears rolling down her face as Tony gave up and curled into a cat-like ball on his chair.

"Maybe she fucks all of them."

"A little Whorvenger."

"Even the chick?"

"Yeah, even the chick."

Lyn looked to her table. Clearly they could hear, but had trained themselves to ignore. She couldn't blame them.

"I. I need to go." She muttered, grabbing her bag."

It was dark in the apartment when Lyn walked in. Lucas was sat in his chair. He wasn't reading like usual; he would have had the light on.. He was hunched over, muttering something.

"Lyn!" He sat up suddenly, like he'd been caught doing something wrong. "I thought you were going out tonight."

"Tony threw up on me." Lyn stated. She didn't want Lucas to know she was upset, which scared her slightly. Why did she feel like she couldn't trust him with her feelings?

"You're upset." Lucas stood up.

"No." Lyn replied sharply. Lucas crossed the room towards her.

"Lyn."

She looked up at him and was surprised. The face was Lucas', no doubt, but there was something else there. It was similar to what she was in Bruce sometimes; she could tell the Hulk lurked behind his friendly smile. But Lucas didn't have a Hulk. Or did he?

"Let's get you cleaned up." He smiled tenderly. Lyn nodded as Lucas led her to the bathroom.