Hey, sorry it's been so long since my last post, I've had a few family problems and other stuff. But I'm sure you guys don't really want to hear about that so story update, I will not be voting anymore. I haven't introduced a few characters yet and I was planning to wait on the pairing anyway. Sorry if that disappointed you, but there is one thing I want to ask you. Do you want a Clintasha pairing or should i do something else? Thank you and enjoy the story.

Skye Pov.

Spending the night with Thor was pretty good. He promised he wouldn't say anything to the Avengers, but he still didn't know Coulson was alive. I was subtle when I asked him, so he wouldn't be suspicious. Apparently Sif said I was brave and selfless. He was surprisingly nice, after you get past the Shakespearean speaking, loud voice, and slightly rude tendencies.

He also knew very little about many movies, despite his friends showing him lots of them. We watched San Andreas, which probably wasn't the best movie to watch because it made me worry about the dangers of my powers. I still don't trust anyone and I never showed him my emotions, but he could be a nice temporary friend during my stay.

Thor fell asleep on his condo's/floor's couch so I went back to my small room and fell asleep right away, surprisingly. I was awoken the next morning my the smell of burning pop-tarts and burnt bacon. Which leaves me where I am now. I just got dressed and I'm walking down the stairs because for some reason stairs are the only way to get to the kitchen. It is a mess.

There are eggs all over the floor, the toaster is on fire (as is the frying pan) and cereal is all over the counter. Strangely, that is not the thing that I am most interested in. What is most interesting about this scene is the Avengers. Thor is whacking the toaster with a hammer (not his hammer, just a hammer), Romanov is tackling Stark, Barton is scowling with coffee spilled all over his shirt, Banner is picking the eggs off the floor (looking slightly green, and not the sick kind) and Rodgers is frantically trying to extinguish the frying pan.

It honestly looks hilarious, but I have to interrupt. "Excuse me?" I say. Nobody stops. "Excuse me?" I say slightly louder. Only Barton notices. He walks over. "Uh, what exactly is happening here?" I ask him. "Normal breakfast routine." He says, scowling down at his shirt. "Unfortunately. Do you want me to stop them?" "Yes, please. Also, is there another kitchen?" I ask.

"Yeah, 32nd floor. But we never use it." "Thank you. Could you stop them and bring them there in 30? They don't need to try and make anything else." "Alright." He says. Barton walks over to the couch and he picks up a horn from a secret back compartment. He presses it and it makes a really loud noises. I cover my ears and everything stops.

Everyone turns to Barton. "And that's my cue to leave." I mutter under my breath. "32nd floor..." I enter the elevator just as Barton disappears under a mob of Avengers. The elevator dings. The elevator doors open to show a long, extravagant hallway with fancy red carpets and fancy paintings, lights, and walls. I wonder why they don't use it.

I walk down the hallway and look around. The even the doors are fancy. I walk until I reach the end of the hallway where there is a door marked kitchen. As soon as I enter I see why they don't use this kitchen. It's all dusty and old, but I can fix that up with a little work. I roll up my sleeves. At least I'll make my stay here useful.

15 MINUTES LATER

I'm finally done with the cooking and cleaning. I feel like an old maid, but it was worth it. Now to find the dining room. I put all the food on this giant cart and leave the kitchen. I stroll down the hallway until I reach the elevator. Right next to the elevator was a door that said Dining Room. When I entered I felt myself be lifted up and was suddenly dropped in the dining room.

I was surprised to see that the dining room wasn't fancy. It was modern looking, like the one upstairs, and on the opposite side of the room was another elevator. Looking behind me, I can't see the door anymore. It must be a chef's entrance.

That whole hallway looked like it had been abandoned for years, yet it had been in perfect . Maybe I went to the wrong floor. That's it. Anyway, I have to set the table up now. And when I'm done, it's head of the table for me! I deserve it.

ANOTHER 15 MINUTES LATER

I'm done with everything! And just in time too. The elevator just dinged and out comes all of the Avengers. "Wow." Said Stark. "You made all this?" He asks. "No, it was one of your robots." I say sarcastically. "Really?" Barton asks. "No! I was being sarcastic." I reply. "Please just eat. This whole process hurt me physically and emotionally. Do you ruin your food like that every morning?" I ask.

"No-" Stark starts to say but Barton, Thor, Banner and Rodgers all say yes at the same time. "Fine, yes." He says grumpily. They all sit down. "Hey, why don't I get the head?" Stark complains. "Because I made all of this." I gesture to the table. "But-" He starts to say. I cut him off. "Do you want to eat?" He only makes that "Hmmph" and sits down. Great.

Well, one things for sure, my cooking skills didn't leave me during the whole "getting my powers and losing Jemma" mishap. The only good thing. Oh, and I can't forget my insane mother coming to my cabin and trying to murder me. My life is so strange. I should write a book... Anyway, I am not cleaning this mess up.

"By the way, I'm not cleaning this up. Decide among yourselves." And, with a strange sense of deja vu, the elevators doors close while I see Barton getting jumped by the rest of his team. It's actually quite amusing.