Hello, we're back with Chapter Four! Seeing as the previous chapter was about Loki and Olivia, this focuses more on Azrael and her foundations with the other members of the team (namely Stark and Banner). Thanks for reading! Credits go to Marvel for the Avengers, etc!

Azrael took her time exploring the high-tech airship, pausing by the windows and skylights to get a feel of the area. New York was huge, she'd deducted. She'd never really set foot in the town. She'd only ever been in America twice. She met Fury in some third world country where he'd been taking care of business... Long story. She walked a little more, black boots clicking on the glossy floor. She came across a room that was built of glass; two men were inside messing around with equipment, and she could only guess it was the lab.

Tony was working on formulas on a vertical screen that was over a foot taller than him. Through the screen, he noticed a slender figure in the rather large doorway. "Looks like we got a visitor, Banner," he said to Bruce Banner, another member of the Avengers Initiative. "And a damn pretty one, too."

Bruce looked up as she walked through the glass doors. She didn't speak, or know what to say, for that matter. She was just mindlessly exploring.

Banner looked at her with a smile. "Hello, there. Can we help you?"

"Oh, no, I'm sorry to bother you. I was just getting a feel for the base." She responded.

"You're no bother," Tony said. He took a step or two away from the screen he was working on and toward Azrael. "Just make sure you don't mess up any equipment, or seduce any of us. Deal?"

She almost looked shocked by his statement. Azrael blinked. "I wasn't planning to... I didn't mean to give off the wrong intention." She said apologetically. Banner only laughed.

"He's just joking, don't worry about him." Bruce said, going back to work.

Tony chuckled. "You can stay as long as you want, sweetheart." He said as he went back to the transparent screen. "So, what can you do? Magic?"

"That's not what I'd call it... But in a way, I guess." She walked up behind him and watched the screen as he worked his technical enchantment.

"Gotcha. Well, I wear an iron suit and fly while my friend Bruce here turns into an angry green monster," he said while looking over his shoulder to the delicate frame of the woman behind him. After a bit of silence he continued the conversation. "Impressed?" he said, referring to the math and science he was performing.

"Yes, actually. Where I'm from we don't use much technology, if any. This is all quite new to me." She explained.

"You live in some sort of medieval town in Idaho, don't you? No big deal," he told her. "It's mostly just some smart guys who work science and do cool things with it. Like me, and my buddy Bruce here," he said as he gestured towards the shorter man. He was too engrossed in his experiments to give any kind of reply.

"Is Idaho a state here?" She asked blankly, watching him.

Tony turned around and raised an eyebrow to her. "Ah, European chick. Yeah, it's a state here. You really don't get out much, do you?" He chuckled. "Don't worry, America's pretty easy to get. You can ask Steve all about it, actually."

"I was based in India for a while. Don't know much about current affairs, I'm afraid." Bruce responded.

Azrael sighed and sat on a stool close by, still analyzing their work. A jeweled staff-like object sat on the worktable, catching her eye. "What's this?" She asked, motioning to it.

"That's Loki's scepter," Tony answered. "Dangerous, magical scary stuff, don't get too close."

"I see... So, Fury told me you are the 'Iron Man'. What exactly does that entail?" She asked. She was a bit new to this whole world, and certainly didn't know about this man in the metal suit.

"It means I put on an epic iron ensemble and create world peace," he explained. "I'm also a genius billionaire, if that helps." He gave a crooked smile at her direction.

"You forgot the playboy and philanthropist part." Banner added in quickly, before Azrael laughed lightly.

"You're quite the special human, hm?" She asked, amused. Her face twisted into a wry smile, her grey eyes alight for one of the first times since she'd arrived. She didn't know much about this world, but Azrael could tell she enjoyed the company of this man.

"Damn right!" Tony replied, pointing his finger at Banner. "And yes, the special... ist." he replied. He started walking away from his work. "I'm getting a drink, want one?" he asked both the girl and scientist.

"Sure," The two both responded. Banner set down his equipment and motioned for Azrael to follow. She hopped up from the stool and got to walking.

Down the hall, Stark found the room with a mini fridge and a small bar. "I guess Bruce wants the usual?" he said, and a nod of approval let him continue. "I take you barely, or, if you ever drink, so I'll start you off with something light." He opened the mini fridge and pulled out two bottles; one vodka and one Jack Daniels. Two small glasses with an ice cube or two were now placed on the small bar. He filled one with the vodka and slid it over to Bruce. The other was only half filled with the alcohol. He slid it towards Azrael with a small wink.

Azrael took the cup hesitantly and lifted it to her lips. She took a deep breath and almost coughed at the scent. Holding her breath, she let the liquid in, the bitter taste nearly making her shudder. Her body felt warmth though, which she perceived to be an unusual phenomenon. "What exactly is this?" She said, taking another sip, and another. She couldn't decide if she liked it or not. She'd never really tasted of any substance like this one.

"I like to call it God's gift to the world: whiskey." he said with a pretty white smile, presenting his perfectly white teeth.

She finished the glass and felt a slight buzz in the back of her mind. Could she get drunk? She'd never tried it before. It could just be her vessel's system. Hopefully it wouldn't last long. Although, the feeling was relatively pleasant.

Tony saw her reaction to the liquor infusing itself into her bloodstream. "Don't get too hasty, now," he suggested. "Or you'll end up knocked out on the ground. Or your mouth over a toilet seat, it depends," he said with a chuckle. He poured his own glass with whiskey and consumed it in a second or two.

"You make it look so easy," she said, putting the glass down and taking a seat. Banner consumed his quickly as well, chuckling at her low tolerance.

Stark smiled. "Well, I've had many years of practice. Maybe you'll get that in, too."

She raised a thin eyebrow and brushed a thin strand of chestnut hair from her face. "Maybe," she garbled.

Chapter Four comes to a close with a budding friendship between the three. Stay tuned for more! Thanks :)