Chapter 4

Tony Stark leaned against the doorframe of the building. His eyes swept across his friends as they sat, arguing, outside of a little café that had miraculously survived the alien attack the prior week. A beep caused him to glance at his phone, and then, with a smirk, saunter over to the group.

Natasha was the first to notice him and his smirk. "What is it?" she asked warily, eyes focused on the billionaire. He chuckled.

"I've called in the big guns," he said. Natasha and Clint immediately grinned, knowing exactly what he was referring to. The others gave him somewhat confused looks.

"The big guns?" Bruce asked, raising an eyebrow.

"The biggest and loudest," Tony replied, and the light bulb when off over both Bruce and Thor's heads. Steve, unfortunately, was still lost. He looked up at Tony, a question in his eyes.

"What?" he asked.

"You probably haven't met her," Clint said, shrugging. "Referred to as the big guns due to several incidents involving rocket launchers, RPGs, and several missiles." He, Natasha, and Tony shared a look and started laughing.

"We call her, affectionately of course, the Bitch," Tony stated. Natasha rolled her eyes.

"You call her the Bitch. Just you," she said, shaking her head.

"And we would call her Control," Bruce muttered, taking a bite of his shwarma.

"Fury calls her a pain in the ass," Clint added, earning laughter from the others. "That's one agent he'll never be able to keep on a leash."

"Yeah. Remember when she pretended to be him? Got the outfit and everything. She started giving orders in this low voice, and people started obeying them. When Fury walked in he was furious," Natasha said, shaking her head with a smile.

"And that one time she tied Tony to a rocket?" Clint laughed. "Said that since he seemed to have a death wish, she'd satisfy it for him."

"That was not funny," Tony muttered imperiously.

"But it was," Clint goaded. They looked about ready to come to blows when a sleek black car pulled up next to the sidewalk. The door opened, and a nicely shaped tan leg, followed by another, set itself gently down on the pavement, red heels clicking softly. A hand with long, thin fingers grabbed the top of the door. And then the young woman emerged from the car, teal eyes sparkling, 50's style red dress rustling in the wind. A red bag hung off of one wrist. Her brown hair floated in the wind, and she placed a hand on top of her floppy sun hat to keep it from flying off her head.

"Speak of the devil," Tony said, grinning. The woman grinned back, closing the car door and walking towards the group.

"Hey, moron," the woman greeted, laughing, "how's life?"

Steve Rogers stared at the woman as she advanced towards them, shock written all over his face. Suddenly, he stood. "Lily?" he asked. The woman looked over, and her grin grew.

"Steve!" she called, running towards him and throwing her arms around his neck. "Getting used to the new era, are we? Please tell me you've not embarrassed yourself too bad since the malt shop." A flush came to Steve's cheeks, and Lily laughed. "What am I going to do with you?"

"You two know each other?" Bruce asked. The brunette woman nodded, pulling away and patting Steve's head.

"I'm his guide."

"And you didn't teach him about the finer workings of technology?" Tony asked, remember that time back on the Helicarrier when the Captain had only been able to tell Tony that the engine ran on electricity.

"Tony, I'm not a mechanic, and neither is he. How was I to know he'd need to understand wires and stuff?"

"You're supposed to be a genius, Lillian."

"So are you! Honestly." Rolling her eyes, the woman flounced over to an empty chair and took a seat. The others grinned. The siblings were well-known around SHIELD for their inability to get along for more than five minutes, at the most. Fury tried not to have Lily work on anything involving Iron Man, but sometimes… Tony showed up an awful lot, just to annoy his sister.

It certainly didn't help that Lily had a love for making things explode.

A/N: Okay, I am EXTREMELY sorry for not updating in so long. I've been busy, but not quite busy enough to warrant not updating. . I'M SORRY! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!