I stood in the lab and watched through the large windows as the clouds broke, revealing a glowing orb in the sky. The brightness of the full moon reflected off of the clouds and left the sky aglow. The clouds moved back in, sealing up the luminescent orb suspended in the atmosphere.

I sighed and turned around, propping my elbows up on the counter and letting my gaze flicker over to Tony who was darting around the room while Bruce messed around with the computer.

"Is there anything I could be in assistance of?" I asked, placing my hands on my cheeks.

"Yeah, you could hand me that pen," Bruce mumbled.

I rolled my eyes and tossed him the pen while Tony rushed past. "I thought you said you were going to, quote 'teach me how to be a guy?'"

Tony frowned at me as he stole the pen from Bruce and began scribbling in his notes.

"Hey!" Bruce exclaimed.

"Sorry big guy. I gotta fill out some crap for Pepper," Tony huffed.

I crossed my arms and leaned against the counter, smoothing back my hair.

Bruce tapped his fingers on the table as he waited for the pen.

"Here ya go," Tony muttered as he threw the pen back to Bruce.

Bruce grabbed the pen and placed it on the paper, smoothly writing each word.

"Still waiting for an answer," I grumbled.

Tony stopped in his tracks and turned to me. "You wanna learn to be a a guy?"

I nodded.

"Then come with me," Tony motioned for me to come with him.

"So your just going to leave me in here?" Bruce asked, a faint smile creeping onto his lips.

"Yep, unless you wanna come with us," Tony smirked.

"Nah, I'm good," Bruce chuckled.

"I'll come!" Clint's voice piped up.

Tony grabbed the keys to his car and walked out of the lab toward the elevator, Clint and I on his trail. We entered Tony's car as I settled into the seat, pulling the leather belt over my skin to strap myself in. The engine roared as the wheels started to turn, taking us into the bustling streets of Manhattan. The newly polished red paint of the car glinted in the moonlight while the engine started to purr.

I stared at the lights and giant screens in awe, wondering how I missed these details during Loki's War. The city looked as if it had never been touched and I wondered how the mortals managed to clean up after such a battle.

"Where are we going?" Clint's sudden question snapped me from my thoughts.

Tony smirked. "You'll see," he answered.

The way the words slipped off of his tongue ever so slyly left bumps on my skin and made me dread the end of the ride. Tony glanced at me.

"You doing alright Turn-Around?" He asked turning his gaze back to the road.

"Yes, I'm fine," I said blankly, keeping my sights focus on the skyscrapers. My hair slapped against the back of my neck and my plaid shirt flapped around in the wind. I was jerked forward when Tony slammed on brakes, Clint almost rocketing out of the back seat and through the windshield.

"Dammit! Watch what your doing!" Tony snarled at the car in front of us.

A muffled yell came from the other drivers window.

"Oh really? Well I'm Tony Stark! And I could buy your stupid wife AND your dog! Take that, you idiot!" Tony yelled.

The driver stuck out his hand and produced an awfully rude sign right as the
light turned green and the other car sped off, leaving us in the dust.

"What the hell was that about?" Clint grumbled, tugging on his seat-belt to loosen it up.

"Some idiot who doesn't know how to drive," Tony mumbled. The car started back up and we drove off past the buildings and skyscrapers.

"Oh, and you do?" Clint snorted.

"I swear Clint, I will reach back there and personally rip your mouth off your face if you don't shut up real soon," Tony replied coldly.

I sat quietly as both men continued to argue before the car slowed down until it came to a halt in front of a two story building with lit up letters over the entrance. A savoury smell wafted out of the doors every time someone entered or exited.

"Where are we?" I spoke up, getting out of the car.

"It looks like a restaurant," Clint said stepping up beside me.

Tony got out of the car and started walking toward the entrance. "Yeah? Well, looks can be deceiving," he snickered.

I gulped and headed in his direction, Clint following behind me. We walked through the two glass doors, a large chandelier hanging over the abundance of tables. Women in ball gowns and men in suits occupied the tables and danced on the open space of the floor. We slipped past the tables and people and made our way to a grand staircase.

As we climbed the stairs I looked over the railing to get an aerial view of the dinning room. We reached the top floor that looked almost entirely different than the first floor. Long banners were draped over the doors and were hung on the walls while small confetti squares lined the floor. Tony lead us toward the end of the hall were a small door stood lone while music blared from the other side.

Tony opened the door and stepped aside, the music gaining in volume. "After you," he said, smirking as I walked through the door.

Clint came in behind me with Tony last through the door. A pool table was placed against the right wall and a bar lined the left. Several arcade games were placed in a line on the wall opposite of the door. The lights had been dimmed and the music had been turned to ear shattering volume. Tony, Clint and I took a seat at the bar and Tony ordered us three drinks.

"What is the purpose of coming here?" I asked over the blaring music.

"Do you see any women here?" Tony asked before taking a sip of his drink.

I looked around the room. "No," I looked back at Tony. "So what?"

"This is a perfect opportunity to teach you a little bit about being a guy!" Tony smirked.

I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my drink. Clint headed over to the pool table and started to play with a few guys. My eyes darted from each neon sign on the wall as I tried to smooth back my hair.

"Hey!" Tony exclaimed as a burley man in a leather jacket ran into him, making Tony spill his drink on his suit. The man looked at Tony. "Do you know what you just did?!" Tony demanded.

"Yeah, whatcha gonna do about it?" The man asked.

"Your gonna clean up this mess," Tony said, handing the man a paper towel.

"Make me," the man growled.

Clint stopped the pool game and walked over toward me as I stood up.

"Leave him be," I snarled.

The man smirked. "Who's gonna stop me, you?" he snapped.

"I don't think-" but my words were cut off by the sharp punch the man landed on my eye. I looked up at him and rolled up my sleeves. "You shouldn't have done that."