What's this? An update already? Why I do believe it is!

So to celebrate this story reaching 100 followers, I've decided to share this update. Thanks so much guys! It really means a lot to me that you're enjoying my work!

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not sure if that's right...

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Bruce put his arm around her as he helped her up from the backseat and helped her to stand up. She immediately stumbled in pain –unable to ignore the throbbing side.

"Do you want me to pick you up?" Steve offered as Clint grabbed her bags from the car.

She shook her head. "No thanks. I got this," she assured him and took a steady step forward. "See?" she smiled at him. He stepped aside, allowing her to try, although he ultimately knew how it would end. He knew that he was going to end up taking her upstairs anyway, whether she liked it or not. Her next step came to a quick end when she lifted her leg and her side contracted painfully. She fell down, grasping her side and wincing.

Steve was at her side in a second, swathing his arm around her back before scooping her up bridal style. "I promise, next time you can do it by yourself," he told her, walking to the elevator.

"Put me down," she warned him. He ignored her. "Do you have a middle name, Steve?"

"Grant."

"Put me the fuck down, Steven Grant Rogers," she repeated herself, frowning irritably. Once again, he ignored her demands as he gently shifted her body's weight to his other arm to press the elevator button. "I can walk. I walked out of the hospital room by myself. And you know, you're totally going against my beliefs in feminism. All of that 'women can do what men can' shit is flying out the window right now. I bet if I was a guy, you'd have let me walk," she rambled on as they stepped into the elevator. Clint, Bruce and Pepper followed them, trying to block out Ellie's rambling, just as Steve was doing.

"…But no. Steven Grant Rogers just has to step in and save the day. I'm supposed to be an Avenger for crying out loud, yet I'm apparently incapable of walking on my own."

"Okay, Ellie. And what did I tell you about your use of language?" Steve sighed, rolling his eyes to Clint, who shrugged and smirked.

There was a second of silence before Ellie started again. "Maybe I should teleport upstairs," she said to herself, "at least I can do that on my own."

"You know, you're pretty heavy," he wheezed and shifted her weight again. "The least you could do is have some gratitude."

Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief. She was suddenly lost for words. "G-gratitude?!" she chocked, "You expect gratitude? I wanted to walk on by myself!"

"Jesus Christ!" Clint whined, "let me out."

Finally, the elevator doors opened on the first floor of the penthouse. The late afternoon was definitely taking its toll as the room darkened. Clint dashed out, mumbling something under his breath. Pepper called for Tony, who was in the kitchen and Bruce went to the labs. Steve took Ellie to the couch in the living room and set her down next to Thor, who was pointlessly scrolling through TV channels.

"It's most pleasant to see you well again, good lady of mind!" he bellowed, smiling.

She made herself more comfortable in the spot she was in and held her hand out for the TV remote. "Thanks. It's good to see you too. Well technically you saw me yesterday, but I was like dead so it doesn't count."

He handed it to her without hesitation and she took over the role of channel surfing, although she wasn't really paying attention to what was on the screen.

"I must say, for a moment I believed that you had perished, but alas; you have proven to be a great warrior," he told her.

She puckered her brow and nodded slowly. "Thanks…," she said leisurely, "It's really not even that sore –"

"She can't walk," Steve intervened with an ice-cold bottle of water in his hand.

Ellie rolled her eyes, while Thor's face dropped. "Ay! The beast paralyzed you?" he asked in complete shock.

She let out a small laugh and shook her head. "God no, Thor. Jesus, why do you always expect the worst? I have this giant bruise on my side," she explained and lifted her t-shirt up to show him, "it's really kind of sore when I walk, but that doesn't mean that I can't."

Thor's face softened into a small, satisfied smile. Steve sat down on the couch opposite them and gulped down the ice-water. Ellie continued going through the channels, even though without even knowing it, she'd been through all of them thrice already.

"So what about when I need the bathroom?" she blurted, turning to Steve, "are you going to carry me to the bathroom and wait?"

He shrugged.

"What about when I want to go to bed?" she questioned him. He shrugged again. She thought about another question, and when it hit her, her face lit up. "But what if I want to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night? Can I like wake you up?"

Steve took a deep, meaningful breath and blinked hard. "Yes," he finally uttered.

She nodded her head, impressed that he was allowing her to wake him up in the middle of the night. "What if –"

"YES! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!"

"Alright," she backed off, "Jesus. Anyway, Thor, what do you want to watch?" she asked, glaring away from Steve. Thor shrugged. "Let's check Netflix, alright? I'm kind of in the mood to watch the Breakfast Club. Have you ever seen the Breakfast Club?"

"I cannot say that I have, no."

She grinned excitedly as she opened the homepage of Netflix and did a search for the Breakfast Club. Thankfully, she found it quickly.

"I've never watched this," Steve butted in, turning to the TV. "Is it good?"She didn't respond. Instead, she gave him a look that said it all. "Was that a stupid thing to ask?" he asked her, noting her expression.

She let out a sigh. "I give up, old man. Anyway, Jarvis, could you tell everybody that we're watching the Breakfast Club and whoever wants to watch better get down here soon because I'm not waiting more than five minutes."

"Certainly, ma'am."

Within five minutes, Tony, Pepper and Bruce had already joined Ellie, Thor and Steve. Natasha arrived a few minutes into the movie and Clint was missing in action.

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"I love that movie," Tony huffed as the end credits appeared on the screen. "Well, I'm going to call it in. It's been a wild ride. Good night guys. Miss Pots, do you care to join me?" he offered and stood up, putting the empty bowl of popcorn onto the coffee table.

Pepper shook her head. "I'm going to take a shower," she said and followed him to the stairs. Their voices dimmed out, but the rest of the group could still make out what they were saying to each other.

"…I'm actually not that tired anymore. I think I'll join you in the shower," Tony mumbled as he wrapped an arm around the redhead. She giggled and pushed him away walking upstairs.

Thor stood up next. "'Tis the hour at which I need to revitalize myself!" he announced, "I shall meet with you good people in the morn!"

"Goodnight Thor," Natasha said quickly, just to get him to stop talking. He too disappeared up the stairs, leaving only Nat, Ellie, Bruce and Steve. But even their smaller group reduced when Ellie cautiously got up, holding her side.

"Well. This was fun. See you tomorrow," she yawned and took her first step. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt as much as she remembered. "Aren't you guys going to sleep?" she turned to the rest.

Natasha and Bruce shook their heads. "We're not really tired. I think we'll just watch some more TV," Bruce responded, glancing at Nat, who looked away quickly.

Ellie looked at Steve. "And you?"

"Yeah…I think I'll go to bed now too. Besides, how else are you going to get to your room?" he teased her. She narrowed her eyes and let out a forced, fake, sarcastic laugh. Steve got up to pick her up, but she pushed him away at first. He stepped back and once again, allowed her to try by herself. She took another step, then another. Her progress had definitely improved and he could clearly tell. She swiped her tongue across her bottom lip before biting it, preparing herself to take another few steps.

The pain was bearable, but only for a couple of seconds before it really kicked in. By then, she was walking at a steady pace, grasping her stomach with Steve following closely behind just in case. Every few times, a grunt of agony escaped her, but she didn't give up.

"You're doing well, Ellie," Steve cheered her on, watching her strictly to ensure she didn't fall. Her walk had turned into a limp. However, just as she stepped ino the elevator, something hit her inside.

"Shit," she stifled, bending over to control the throbbing pain. Steve slid his hand on her back, but she stopped him before he could pick her up. "No," she argued, "let me do this."

"Bruce said that you might not be able to walk. Stop pushing yourself before it gets worse," he insisted on a serious note. She sucked in her breath and stood up straight, ignoring him. He knew that he wasn't going to win the fight. She wasn't going to allow him to pick her up again. She wanted to do it, with or without Steve's assistance. Rather than scooping her up, he put his arm around her waist and placed her arm behind shoulders. He wasn't sure how she would react at first, but she didn't resist or protest, so he figured she accepted it.

"C'mon, soldier," he whispered to himself as he pulled her up. Without her even realizing it, he made it so that she was hardly even doing any of the walking herself. "Is that better?"

She nodded. "Yeah. Thank you."

The elevator opened on their floor and he helped her to her room.

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AGE OF ULTRON SPOILERS AHEAD! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!

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"So Betty…she's your ex?"

Bruce sighed. "Kind of. But there's nothing going on between us," he assured her. Natasha remained silent. He smirked and lightly nudged her arm with his. "Why do you ask?"

The smallest smile took her lips as she looked at him and shook her head.

"No reason, really. Just curious."

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Yay! Chapter 11 done! Nearly there, folks! Stay tuned and don't forget the Tumblr page or to review!