Authors note: hiya, this is F again. Thank you thank you thank you everybody who reviewed the story, so helpful. Anyways, onto the story now.

Carmen's POV

"And that, kid, is how you reprogram the times square jumbo trons to say, 'IRON MAN is awesome' using only a gallon of yogurt, a screwdriver, and a ski pole." Stark finished. I just stared at him.

"Wait, what?" I asked. "Why were you even telling me that in the first place? Its not useful at all, and when you started the story it was only half a gallon of yogurt."

"GIve the kid a break, Stark." Dr. Banner said, glancing up from his newspaper. "She looks like shes about to fall asleep. And she's right, it was only half a gallon."

Stark scowled. "You know what your problem is? You pay too much attention." Banner and I stifled our laugh as as Stark pouted and left the room. "See if I ever tell you two a story again." Banner went back to his newspaper and I was about to go back to my room, when Stark swung back into the room.

"Almost forgot." He said. "That other kid that bursts into flame sometimes was asking to see you."

"She was?" I asked, my throught was tight. Sam was asking to see me. I thought that she was still mad at me. I thought she never wanted to see me again. He nodded.

"Keys to her room are on the kitchen counter." He left again, and I stumbled down the other hallway to the kitchen, snatched the key off the counter and turned down towards Sam's room. I slowed down the closer I got to her room, dragging my feet and running my hand along one wall. When I finally reached her room, my hands were shaking too much and I dropped the key.

I opened the door and stepped inside, where Sam was leaning back on two legs of her chair.

"Hi." I said. Sam was out of her chair and on top of me in a second, flat. She punched me in the face so hard I fell on my back. I could feel my nose break. She raised a foot to stomp on me but I rolled out of the way and scrambled to my feet, hands clutched to my bleeding and throbbing nose. "I just want to talk!" I said, dodging a kick to the shins.

"You didn't want to talk when you betrayed us! You gave us up when we trusted you, and now you expect it to be all better? I hate you! I hate you I hate you I hate you!"

"I'm sorry! I really am!" Sam shot a fireball at me, that missed my face by a couple of inches. That was encouraging, because if she wanted me dead, I would be flame broiled already. "I thought it was for the best!"

"How would that be for the best?" She tackled me, smashing my already broken nose on the concrete floor.

"Ow! Crap! Get off me!" I struggled, but she had my arms pinned.

"Sam get off of her!" A voice from the doorway that I recognized immediately as Adana. I wriggled around so that I was on my back, facing Sam who was sitting on my stomach.

"Why should I? She sold us out to the Avengers!"

"Sam, this isn't right! She didn't sell us out, she gave us a safe place to live for the first time that we can remember! She gave us a chance at a normal life for once! Ceci and Agatha can go to school! We can go whenever we want! The Avengers are trying to help us!"

Sam stopped trying to punch me, but she kept my arms pinned.

"Now get off her." Adana said. I wished Sam would let me up. I could feel blood trickling down my face from my nose, which was really starting to hurt. She slowly got up, and then without warning stomped on my stomach.

"SAM!"

"Sorry. I slipped." I pushed myself into a sitting position with my feet and leaned against the wall, trying to stem the flow of blood from my nose with my sleeve.

"Let me help." Adana said, trying to pull my hands away from my nose.

"I'm fine." Sam was starting to look a little guilty.

"Sorry about that." She said uncomfortably. "I just…. I,um…." My nose told me to not accept the apology, but the rest of me cared more about my friendship with Sam then my broken nose.

"It's okay. Really."

Also, to the person who was too lazy to log on: yes we both run the account. I like pointing out that A isn't me even though people might be able to tell the dif. because we have really different writing styles.

To irrational bookworm: I tried to show a bit more interaction at the beginning, not sure if i managed it.

Another thank you to everybody else who has reviewed,

-F