A/N: So I'm 99% certain that Jarvis calls everyone by their titles - like Dr Banner, Captain Rogers, Sergeant Barnes, etc. But I'm a lazy bitch and for the sake of this story, everyone will be called Miss, Mrs, and Mr. Except for Tony, who's obviously called Sir.

This is now being cross-posted on AO3 under my username, vamp444. So if you see it there, don't worry, it's not stolen.

I enjoyed writing this chapter, and I hope you enjoy reading it!

Chapter Five

Family Dinner

Before dinner, Pepper had stopped by the apartment with a few more items of clothing for me. I'd told Jarvis of my no-bra problem, and while there were none in my size I could borrow, Pepper did have a cupless sports bra that was far more supportive than the tank top.

She'd also brought me a pair of sweatpants, lest I get cold during the night. It was mid-spring here, but she explained that the nights still got cold, and even though Jarvis could control the room temperature, it was simply easier to have the long pants on hand should I need them.

I'd thanked her endlessly when she left, before putting the sports bra on and sighing with relief. I settled onto my new bed, staring out the window-wall at the city.

I'd never been to the US before, let alone New York City, and I was wondering how my mind came up with so many vivid details. The most logical explanation was that I'd watched so many movies and shows set in NYC that I was able to recreate it in my dreams.

Five minutes before seven, Steve and Bucky came knocking on my bedroom door, ready to escort me to dinner with wide smiles on their ridiculously handsome faces.

Damn, I was so fucking hungry. I'd never gotten to make dinner before that portal had sucked me here, and that was over an hour ago. I crossed my fingers, silently praying that it wasn't a casserole of any kind. I hated casseroles.

The super soldiers lead me back to the living room I'd appeared in, when my stomach growled so loud I'm sure they could hear it on Asgard.

"Hungry?" Bucky asked, not even trying to hide his amusement.

"I have no idea why you'd make that assumption."

Steve snorted. "Well, the food should be here soon enough."

His choice of words, and the fact we were heading towards the lounges and not a normal dining table, lead me to believe we were eating takeout for dinner. I let out a silent sigh of relief.

"Good," I said, plopping myself down in the middle of the couch I'd been on earlier. The soldiers resumed their earlier position as well. "Because I'm hungry enough to eat more than you boys right now. Super soldier metabolisms be damned."

"I doubt that." Bucky laughed, casually swinging his metal arm around to rest it on the back of the lounge behind me.

"You three look adorable." Natasha walked towards us with a subtle sway of her hips, holding an open bottle of beer in one hand and two unopened bottles in the other. She gave the unopened ones to Steve and Bucky then turned to face me. "I'd offer you one, but you look underage."

"Fuck off, I'm 22." I glared at the woman. Steve tensed up beside me. Okay, I just told the Black Widow to fuck off. No big deal.

She raised an eyebrow and smirked. "If you say so."

Steve relaxed and I tried not to laugh. He went to take a swig of his beer but I swiped the bottle out of his hand before he could, gulping down a few mouthfuls.

I grinned at the pointed look he gave me. "I'm fuckin' Strayan mate, beer makes up half my diet. It's not like you can get drunk anyway." I took another long sip and gave him back to bottle.

"You don't want it?"

"American beer tastes like piss, apparently." According to my brain, at least.

Thor came and sat on another lounge, plopping his hammer on the ground beside his feet.

"I agree with you, Beth." He said, leaning back in the seat and stretching his long legs out. "I'd say you should try some Asgardian mead, but I'm afraid your small mortal body wouldn't be able to handle it."

"I'd be happy to prove you wrong one day."

Even if it got me hammered after one mouthful, I'd still try Asgardian mead. It sounded fantastic. Not to mention I could go out clubbing and not waste my money trying to get drunk off several cups of watered-down vodka, or whatever other cheap alcohol I felt like poisoning myself with.

Bucky barked out a laugh, slightly leaning his body closer to mine. "I'd like to see that."

"Yeah, I bet you'd just love to get me drunk, wouldn't you Barnes?" I teased, turning to him with a shit-eating grin.

"Enough flirting!" Clint called from the doorway, carrying a stack of pizza boxes in his arms. "Dinner's here."

Tony and Pepper came in next, him with another stack of pizza boxes. The men placed them out on the two coffee tables one by one, Steve moving to help open the lids.

Once it was all set up, we dug straight in. I was so fucking glad we had pizza, because my subconscious has made me eat some weird shit in my dreams before. My hand instantly snagged up a piece with the best meat-to-veggie ratio.

Glancing around the room as I chewed, I noticed Bruce and Dr Cho missing. The former I could understand. I wasn't expecting him to make an appearance when I was still an unknown threat.

Swallowing my mouthful of food, I looked to Steve. "Where's Dr Cho? I thought she'd be here if it's family dinner and all."

"Helen is here most days, but doesn't actually live in the tower." Pepper explained from the lounge on the left. "She has a room here, but she only stays when there's a patient she needs to tend to overnight."

"That makes sense."

Dr Cho wasn't an Avenger, so of course she had her own life outside the tower. In fact, I'm pretty sure she went back to Korea not long after Ultron was created. I couldn't remember the exact details though.

Tony finished off the piece of pizza he was currently eating, washing it down with beer rather than going for another slice. He sat back contently next to Pepper.

"Okay, Blondie, tell us about these movies you say we're from."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly shifted, smaller conversations dwindling as seven pairs of eyes stared at me with interest.

"Well, uh, the first movie to be released in the MCU was Iron Man," I started, causing an arrogant smirk to cross Tony's face. "But chronologically, the first Captain America movie comes before everything else. So I'll start there. Is that alright? It's easier for me because that's the order I always watch the movies in."

"Of course," Pepper smiled warmly. "It'll probably make more sense for us, as well."

"Okay, cool. We start with Captain America: The First Avenger, which is set in the early 40s…"

I told them the basic gist of the movie, quickly explaining how Schmit got the Tesseract before moving on to Pre-Serum Steve and Bucky, then Steve getting the serum, to the USO, to saving Bucky, forming the Howling Commandos, and more.

All of it got explained... kind of. I left out the more personal parts if they weren't that important. I felt like it wasn't my place to tell the other Avengers about Steve trying to get drunk when Bucky fell of the train, or about his brief relationship with Peggy.

Moving on to the first two Iron Man movies, I explained how they didn't have subtitles and instead used numbers. Again, I left out personal details about Tony and Pepper's lives. The Incredible Hulk came next, and I had to stop for a moment.

"What is it?" Steve asked, concern drawing his eyebrows together.

"Nothing serious," I laughed, easing the tension. "It just occurred to me that Bruce was played by a different actor in the movie. And, well, they look completely different."

"Different how?"

"Well, the first actor was much taller than the one who's in all the other movies, and he had a narrow face rather than a round one. They didn't even look like they could be related. Now, moving on."

After summarizing the events of the Hulk movie, and mentioning Tony's cameo, I moved on to Thor. I quickly remembered that Steve came out of the ice sometime between then and the events The Avengers, which I went over after that.

Iron Man 3 was explained, with Thor: The Dark World coming next. When I reached the end of the movie, I made a split-second decision to not tell Thor that Loki wasn't dead and had been disguised as Odin. I'd left my own Universe before Thor: Ragnarok had come out, and wasn't sure how the events played out.

I enjoyed retelling the events of Captain America: The Winter Soldier, seeing as it was one of my favorite movies, and I made a super brief recount of what went down in Guardians of the Galaxy.

But when I was just about to start telling them about Avengers: Age of Ultron, I stopped myself.

"Jarvis told me that today is the 20th of April, 2015." I looked around the room slowly, hesitating. "Is that correct?"

"I assure you I told the truth, Miss Clarke." Jarvis said, and if I didn't know any better, I'd say his synthetic British voice sounded mildly offended.

"I know you wouldn't lie to me, I just need to make sure." I pursed my lips, wondering how to proceed. "You guys haven't been to Sokovia lately, have you?"

"No, we haven't." Steve replied on behalf of the Avengers.

What a relief. This was good, really good. "So you're still looking for the scepter then?"

"We are." Clint narrowed his eyes at me in a glare.

Natasha slapped his arm. "I take it you know this because of the next movie?"

"I do." Leaning forward, I nodded eagerly. "The next movie is an Avengers movie, and it came out around this time in 2015. The events of each movie generally coincide with the release date, but if it hasn't happened yet, then I can stop it happening."

"You want to stop it?" Tony questioned.

I nodded again. "Yeah, because you fucked everything up to the extreme."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me!" I tried not to laugh at how insulted Tony looked right then. "The events of the movie are catastrophic, leading to countless deaths and far too much collateral damage."

Tony's offense turned to shock. "Because of me?"

"Uh-huh. So you guys are gonna go to Sokovia, where you'll find the scepter. I don't know where exactly, but at least I've narrowed it down for you. And when you get the scepter, Thor," I turned my gaze onto the blonde god, "is going to take it straight to Asgard. No waiting. You hear me? Take it straight to Asgard with no detours."

Thor nodded solemnly. "You have my word, Beth."

"Good," I leaned back in my seat, pointing a scolding finger in Tony's direction. "And if you so much as get within three feet of that scepter before it's gone, Stark, I will personally burn this whole fucking tower down."

"Is that a threat?" Tony demanded, though there was a hint of resignation in his tone. I think he understood how serious I was, because he didn't put up much more of a fight.

"It could be. Now, Ant-Man is next. It's about that Scott guy I mentioned earlier. You know, one of my favorite characters."

When I finished telling them about that movie, I even mentioned Captain America: Civil War. I didn't explain it like I did with the other movies, though, instead telling them that there was no point.

"The events of Civil War happen because of two things. One, is because of you fucking up in the second Avengers movie." I inclined my head to Tony, before turning to face Bucky. "And the second thing is you."

"Me?" Bucky looked surprised.

"Yeah, you." I laughed, poking his side. "In Civil War, you're not with the Avengers like you are now. That's another reason I think I'm dreaming. Not just the fact that there are soulmates here, but the fact that you're here too. It wasn't in the movies."

"Is it better that I'm here now?" He asked, looking so sincere and adorable and I just wanted to hug him. I controlled myself.

"Yeah, it is. From the way I see it, everything that's changed is already much better than what was in the movies."

I let out a yawn then, growing aware of how tired I was. It had been a long day.

Steve chuckled, shooting me a lopsided smile. "Let's get you to bed."

"Trying to get me into your bed already, Rogers?" I asked cheekily, hopping up from the lounge anyway. I extended my arms over my head slowly, stretching out my muscles that still had a slight dull ache to them. "That's fast, especially for you."

"You know, you're moving pretty well for a girl who needed help walking only a couple of hours ago."

"You're moving pretty well for a senior citizen." I shot back.

Clint groaned, burying his face in Natasha's shoulder. "Can't you save the foreplay for the bedroom?"

Instead of answering, I just stared at them. First Clint had thrown an arm around Nat's shoulders earlier, and now this. I knew from the movies they were best friends and quite close, but the Ultron movie had proven their relationship to be strictly platonic.

This didn't look platonic to me.

"Show me your marks." I said suddenly, hoping my hunch was correct. I strolled over and stood over them, waiting.

Natasha smirked, instantly knowing what I was thinking. She grabbed Clint's wrist, rolled his long sleeve up, and showed me a strange mark. It was a purple outline of a semicircle.

The same mark was on Natasha's wrist as well.

"Huh, that's interesting."

"Why would you think that?" Clint asked, his curiosity making him seem almost child-like.

I shot him a quick smile. "That's a conversation best saved for somewhere private, and right now I just wanna sleep."

Turning on my heel, I headed away from the group and towards the elevator. "You boys coming?"

"Do you need help cleaning up?" Steve asked, ever the helpful one.

Natasha waved him off. "It's just empty pizza boxes. If we need muscle, we've got Thor."

"Good enough for me," Bucky laughed, jumping up from the lounge and grabbing Steve by his arm. "Come on, Stevie, our girl's waitin'."

Aww, he called me his girl. I was about to melt into a puddle on the floor. I didn't want this dream to ever end.

A/N: I'm Aussie and I hate beer hahahaha I have failed my country!

Speaking of being Aussie - I live on the Gold Coast where a lot of Ragnarok is being filmed. Last month I went to a friend's birthday that one of Chris Hemsworth's body doubles attended (before I knew what his job was, I actually told him, "I'm going to call you Thor.") And this guy I kinda know (AKA met once or twice) was Mark Ruffalo's uber driver one night.

I hope you like that I've made Natasha and Clint soulmates. While I like Laura Barton, I've found that I absolutely cannot ship Nat with anyone but Clint. Her paired with anyone else just doesn't feel right to me.