I don't know how long it had been since I stormed out of the tower. All I know is was now pitch black outside. I had made it to a nightclub on the other side of the city. Music was about ready to burst my ear drums. And after too many high calorie alcohol drinks, I was stuck in the middle of the dance floor, where no one knew personal space. My body was pressed between a blonde guy who was at least six foot in height behind me and a girl with bright blue hair in front, she was the same height as me. Both had their bodes pressed into mine, grinding on me.

And I couldn't bring myself to care. I needed to calm down to let everything that happen back at Starks tower go. Without really thinking about it, I leaned my head back to rest on the guys chest. Raising my hand to the girl neck. I bring her forward so she could attach her lips to my collar bone. I felt the guys hand start to roam over my waist and stomach. Seeming cautious to move any where lower or higher. I start to feel sweat dropping down my neck as the heat of them both being too close starts to get to me.

I go to pull away from the girl to get some kind of fresh air. When I feel her teeth bite deep into the side of my neck. It felt as if she was trying to give me a rough hickey. I bite down on my bottom lip to hold in a yelp of surprise. Though I still can't help the feeling of my heart beat starting to speed up. I close my eyes to take in the feeling. The Blonde seems to catch on because I feel his hand start to raise. Just as he fingertips reach the edge of my breast, the feeling is gone. From my neck and chest. I open my eyes at the time a loud squeal comes from behind me.

I looked in front of me to see the Blue hair girl being held back by Wanda. I glance over my shoulder to see a pissed of Pietro standing over the Blonde who was now laying on the ground holding onto his bloody nose. People on the dance floor were either watching us, had their phone out recording, or lastly paying no attention. Unfortunately there weren't a lot of those.

"You got to be kidding me!" I yell in disbelief. "Are you two insane?"

"Are they Avengers?" I hear someone whisper.

"Yeah, the Maximoffs."

"Isn't she the new girl?"

Tons of voices start questioning. More cameras get taken out as Pietro moves to stand with Wanda and I.

"You two have to go now." I demand.

"Us?" Wanda says. "What about you?"

"What were you doing with those two?" Pietro questions.

"Is now really a time for me to give you a sex ed class?" I hiss, some of my words slight slurred. "Get Wanda out of here."

Pietro gaves me once last glance. As if to say 'this conversation not over.' The look was also mirrored on Wanda's face. Though without argument Pietro quickly lifts up his sister and runs at super speed out of the club. Annoyed I run my hand through my hair, slightly tugging at the roots. Heading for the entrance people decide to start yelling at me. Questioning whether I was an Avenger or not. I try my hardest not to shove people as I move my way out of the club. People questioned why the guy was bleeding? Why Pietro and Wanda were here? Whether or not the people were enemies of the Avengers? And if not why had Pietro lost his temper like that?

People started shouting we were dating or someone had hurt Wanda and that why he was so mad. Slowly at all the question I could feel my temper wearing thin. By the time I had crossed the threshold of the entrance to the club. My calm was completely gone for the second time today. I stumbled to turn around. Holding onto a street sign for support.

"Shut up would you?" I say. "What is wrong with you dumb-asses? Don't you have lives?"

"Excuse you?" Someone from the crowd calls out.

"You lot are idiots. Following me around, and why? Because of my job? Pathetic. You lot need to get laid."

Unfortunately, before I finish my sentence there is a blur then I am standing in the middle of the Avengers. I was at Starks tower, standing in the middle of the lounge room. Pietro was on my left helping hold me up. Steve moved from next to Natasha to stand on my right helping Pietro hold me up, giving my face a once over. Steve, Wanda and Pietro looked at me worried while Clint, Tony and Banner sat at the bar watching me with funny grin on their face.

"Whats with you guys?" I question.

"The news." Banner pipes up.

"You're all over it, sweetheart." Tony adds.

Clint interrupts. "Drunken mess, if I do say so myself."

"Who was the blon-"

"Shut up, Tony." Steve announces.

"How could you be so reckless?" Natasha says.

"Natasha not now." Steve tries helping. "Wait until tomorrow."

"We'll help her to her room." Pietro offer.

Wanda goes to take me over for Steve helping holding me up when Natasha stops her. Clearly, angry with me. Wanda stills moves beside me regardless of Natasha protest. Steve easily moves out of the way for Wanda to take his place. All three of us start to head for the stairs when Natasha decides to speak to me.

"What were you thinking?" Natasha calmly says. "Getting drunk at 1 a.m in the morning. You're all over the news, internet. People aren't just going to let this go. How could you be so stupid?"

"What wrong with drinking? Those three idiots are doing it right now." I gesture to the guys at the bar.

"I'm not." Banner interjects.

"Shut up!" Natasha and I yell at the same time.

"I'm twenty-three I can make my own decision!" I yell at Natasha, becoming completely sober.

"Of course you can! Look at all the ones you are making!" Natasha voice gets louder,, more stern. "I get it! You feel guilty about the girl! But you have to get over it! People die, Alex."

"You think I don't know that!" I go to step forward but the Twins grip tighten.

"Not the way you should. You see death as something you can beat. Save everyone from." Natasha points out. "But you can't! People are always going to die with what we do! It unavoidable! That-"

"Natasha!" Steve grabs at Natasha arm, only to have her shove him off. "That's enough."

"No its not." She doesn't Steve a glance before stepping in front of me so we are only inches apart. "People will die. You have to understand that or you will die instead."

Steve again tries to stop the conversation. "Pietro, Wanda take Alex to her room."

"We're not done talking." Natasha points out.

"Yeah Steve, I mean you got your fair share s'morning, why can't Natasha have a go too?"

"Why are you fighting?" A voice ask.

Everyone turns towards the door leading to the lab to see Vision standing there. Confusion was all over his face as he stared between us. No one answered him. Instead I just turned back to Natasha ready to start yelling again, when Pietro hand that rested on my shoulder tightened. Trying to get my attention.

"Alex." Pietro whispered. "Lets just go upstairs. You can have a shower, you kind of smell."

I look over to him to see him. He had a smug grin on his face, showing he was only kidding. I guess he was trying to make me feel better. At any rate at this moment he and Wanda were the only one that didn't look at me as if I was a misbehaving infant. Letting out an annoyed sigh., I nod slightly reluctantly. I take my weight off of Wanda and instead place both my arms over Pietro shoulder. He takes the hint. Lifting me up he uses his super speed to take me upstairs into my room. When he stops. He gently put me down on the ground. Not letting go until my feet are planted firmly on the ground.

I can't bring myself to say anything at first. However I just move to my desk. I grab my phone off the top of it. Seeing a dozen miss call from different people. All of them are the Avengers. I shift my phone in the palm of my hand for a second. Without much thought I quickly turn to throw it at the wall across from me. Pietro doesn't react. Doesn't even jump at the cracking sound. Instead he just looks at the shattered phone and back to me.

"Feel better?" He questions.

"... Tomorrow I have to buy a new phone. Wanna come with? Wanda too?" I ask ignore his question.

Pietro smiles with a quick nod.

"Tomorrow then."

With that, Pietro leaves the room. And like that I'm left alone with my thoughts again. So I take Pietro advice and take a shower. I don't turn on the heat, make sure the water is ice cold, trying to stay in for at least twenty minutes. Hoping to loose a few calories in the process. When I get out on instinct I go to weight myself. Only to see the scale is gone. Steve. I clench my teeth at the thought. Of course he would take it. Deciding not too bother and instead by a new one. Knowing Steve probably threw it out already. I decide I have to buy another one of those tomorrow too. I dry myself off, only putting on underwear and a shirt I stole from Steve on. I climb into bed.

"Friday, can you dim the lights?"

"Certainly."

"Thank you."

The lights dim enough so I can make out the outline of things sitting around my room. I couldn't stand being in the darkness. I didn't like sleeping alone if I didn't have too. And just like that, as if on thought I hear a knock on my door. I let out a quiet 'come in'. Suddenly very aware of how late it was and how badly I needed sleep. I don't bother turning. However, I just wait for the set of arms to go around my waist and head rest against the back of my shoulder. The last thing I do before I go to sleep is lazily response to.

"I'm still mad, you know."

Yawning I whispered. "I know Natasha."