That night, after everyone had been cleaned up, ate lunch and got Loki back to Asgard, they all met back at Stark Tower. He didn't show it, but Bruce was a bit of a wreck. He hadn't seen Lennon after the attacks, and he couldn't help but assume the worst. His hands were shaking as he sat in the lab, trying to bandage up Tony.

"Hey, you okay big guy?" Tony asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Bruce looked up at him gravely, then just continued with his work.

Tony sighed. "Banner, she's alive, I promise."

"Easy for you to say." He replied, his voice scratchy.

Tony looked straight into the man's eyes, then let out a huge breath. "I think she likes you." Tony grinned as Bruce's face flushed bright red. "A woman in love will never stray far away from her Romeo." He was trying to make the doctor blush, since he knew it would work.

The doctor gave him a strange look. "I don't think Romeo and Juliet is such a good comparison. They both kind of died."

"Not the point."

Bruce sighed as he finished wrapping Tony up, then sat down in the chair across from him. "I think... I think the Other Guy likes her." He said.

"Looks like you have some competition then, Bruce."

"No, not like that." He replied, chuckling at what the man had said. He took off his glasses and put them on the table. "Earlier, when everyone was insisting that she stay with us and fight, I nearly lost control while holding onto her, and she said 'Bruce, you're hurting me'... And he stopped." The doctor looked up Tony, who had scrunched his eyebrows and was now paying attention. "He just stopped. He didn't want to hurt her. I don't know how or why, but he... I... stopped." His voice trailed off. "Is that even possible?"

Tony rubbed the back of his neck. "Well... It's not not possible. Maybe your big green monster found his sweet spot." He said.

The doctor sighed. "That'd be nice…"

Downstairs, the remaining four Avengers were keeping themselves occupied and winding down from the day that had. Natasha was reading a book, Steve was falling asleep on the couch like the senior citizen he was, and Clint was trying to explain the rules of football to a very confused god of thunder

"Does that make sense?" Clint was saying.

Thor looked back to the TV. "I suppose. But why is this sport called football if they use their hands?"

Clint sighed in defeat as the doorbell for the penthouse part of the tower rang.

All four Avengers looked at the door cautiously. Steve, who had been asleep, was now on alert. He glanced over at Natasha who had her hand on the gun in her holster. They exchanged a look and he nodded. "Go check it out."

The assassin nodded once, got to her feet and opened the door, only to find a soaking wet woman with long white hair hanging in her face standing there. Her face was full of cuts and there was a fading purple bruise over her cheekbone. There was an inch long gash on her collarbone. Her bottom lip was cut badly. She looked exhausted. "Hey there, Miss. Romanoff." She said, trying to catch her breath.

"Miss. Burke." Steve breathed, standing up. "Are you alright, ma'am?" He asked her.

"I'll be fine as soon as I get out of these damn cloths. Mind if I come in?"

Clint nodded.

"Thanks." She said, stepping into the house and pushing her sopping her hair out of her face.

"You look hurt, Lady Burke." Thor noticed, gesturing to the cuts on her face.

Lennon waved him off. "Nah, I'm fine, thanks for the concern though, God. Is Bruce here?"

Natasha nodded. "Yes, he's in the lab with Tony Stark. The elevator is over there. I think the doctor's been waiting for you." She said emotionlessly, although her eyes were concerned. The poor girl looked horrible.

Lennon wrinkled her nose. "Are there stairs? I don't do elevators. Claustrophobic." She asked, almost apologetically.

Steve pointed down a hallways past the woman. "Yeah, they're over there."

"I'll bring a change of clothes for you up to the lab. You must be freezing." Natasha told her.

The young alternative woman smiled. "Thanks. What was your name again? Natasha? Or do you prefer Miss. Romanoff?"

"Natasha is fine." She replied.

Lennon saluted the people in the room, then made her way up the stairs. "Thanks for your help!"

Once she was gone, Thor glanced over at Natasha. "Her hair is white."

Clint chuckled. "And she called you God."

Lennon seemed to walking around forever. There were so many floors and her ribs were killing her, as well as her ankle, which she was sure was sprained. As she walked up another flight, she decided that it was time to take the elevator, despite how afraid of them she was. She left the stairwell and searched for one, but with no luck. She swore unintelligibly under her breath. "How the hell do you find anything in this fucking tower?" She muttered.

"Perhaps I can help, Miss." Came a voice.

Lennon jumped and spun around, searching for the source. When there wasn't one, she put a hand on the switchblade that was in her jacket pocket.

"I'm sorry for startling you, Miss, my name is JARVIS. I'm Mr. Stark's computer. I run the tower."

The girl almost sunk to her knees with relief. She was still on edge from the day she had. "Sorry, JARVIS." She breathed. "I've had a long day."

"Not at all. There's an elevator down the hallway to your right. The lab is all the way up, but you can't miss it." The AI said.

Lennon smiled in thanks. "You are a wonderful computer. We all need one of you." She gushed.

"Thank you Miss. If you need any more assistance, please ask."

"Of course, JARVIS." She replied as she got into the elevator. She closed her eyes and tried to pretend she wasn't there.

"So, how does that Harley ride?" Tony was asking the doctor.

Bruce didn't look up from his work. "It's... Fast? I don't know, I'm not one for motorcycles."

Tony took a drink of his scotch, completely envious of the doctor. "Do you think she'll ever let me ride it?"

"I don't know, you should ask her."

"Sir," The AI interrupted. "There's a Miss. Burke here to see you."

Bruce's head snapped up, his eyes flaring. Tony shrugged. "I don't know a Miss. Burke, must be for you."

Dr. Banner jumped up from his chair and ran toward the door of the lab, throwing it open, bumping into someone and knocking them to the ground. He looked down, his heart skipping a beat. "Lennon?" He gasped.

The young woman, who was now on the ground and grumbling about the amount of heart attacks this tower was giving her, locked eyes with the doctor and smiled. "Hey there, Bruce."

"Are you alright?" The doctor urged, pulling her to her feet. His eyes were full of concern as he looked at the cuts and bruises covering her face. "You're soaking wet."

She pushed her hair out of her face. "I got pushed into a fountain."

"A fountain?"

She shrugged. "Yeah, but it's no big deal. There was a guy causing trouble and I tried to make him stop, so he pushed me in a fountain. I took him down with me though, so it was no big deal. I've had worse things happen."

Bruce passed a hand over his tired face. "Are you alright, though?"

"Is it your girl, Banner?" Came a teasing voice.

Bruce's face turned red, and he looked down as Lennon raised an eyebrow. "Who's asking?" She called back.

Tony walked up behind Bruce and slapped him on the back. "See, I told you she'd come back, big guy." He held a hand out to the girl. "Tony Stark. You must be the girl I've been hearing all about. He doesn't stop talking about you."

"Tony..." Bruce growled, his face bright red.

Lennon, completely unphased by Tony's stupid jokes, shook his hand. "I know who you are, Mr. Iron Man. Thought you were a goner for a little bit today." She commented.

Tony shrugged. "Eh, you know. Keeping you on your toes."

"Where's the famous Pepper Potts?"

"Pepper won't be back until tomorrow. So it's just us." He replied. "Of course, you two can share a floor, I think that'll be enough room, what do you think, Banner?" He asked the blushing man.

Bruce glared at him then turned his attention to Lennon. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up. Goodbye, Tony." He placed his hand on the small of her back, leading her into the lab.

"Be good, kids!" Tony shouted after them. Bruce glared daggers at him once again, then shut the door.