When I got home I poured myself a glass of milk and flopped down on the couch. With a full package of double-stuf Oreos I was ready for some TV. I'd just started a new show called Psych and it was just hilarious. I reached for the remote but I found, to my surprise that it wasn't there. I checked under the couch but it wasn't there either. I stood up and walked back into the kitchen. It wasn't on any of the counters. When I finally found it, it was lying on the floor in the hallway on the way to my bedroom. What the hell? I thought as I crouched down and picked it up.

I walked back through my kitchen. When I walked into my living room, there was someone sitting on my couch and eating my Oreos. I quickly snapped out my handgun which was still attached to my belt from work.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"Woah, please, put that away. I'm nothing you need to fire at."

The man had raised his hands when he saw my gun. He was still holding one of my Oreos. I recognized that hair. Actually I recognized everything about him. Especially the ARC reactor in his chest.

"Stark?" I asked, putting my gun back in its holster. "What are you doing in my apartment? And why are you eating my Oreos?"

"Well I expected a bit of a warmer welcome."

"Did you hide my remote just so you could pop out when I came back?"

"Yes." He replied, tilting his head.

"Okay, so why are you here?" I sat down on the couch next to him.

"I heard you'd been assigned Loki in the Psych department."

"And?"

"I just wanted to warn you to be careful. He's very dangerous and he is definitely evil, if you-"

"No offense, Tony. But, to be honest, I know just how dangerous he is, if not more so than you. I know how evil he is. Oh, I definitely know how evil he is. I don't need any more warnings. I can deal on my own."

He opened his mouth to speak then closed it again. Then he took a deep breath.

"What did he do to you?"

"Oh, he didn't do anything to me." I laughed. I got out of the invasion with a long cut down my back, just one scar. No, he didn't do anything to me. It's what he did to my parents, all of my friends."

Tony seemed cautious, he could tell this was a very touchy subject for me.

"What did he do to them?"

"What do you think he did? He killed them, brutally and deliberately just because they were there."

He swallowed quietly.

"Did that contribute to your decision to join S.H.I.E.L.D.? Did you think you would get a chance to avenge their deaths? No pun intended."

"Last question first, no. I have never intended to harm Loki in any way for vengeance. Yes, the experience of my parents death and…" I trailed off then quickly shook my head to keep from being absorbed into unwanted memories. "...other things prompted my decision to join S.H.I.E.L.D. I chose not to be helpless in a situation like that again."

"So, why are you even working with him? Are you trying to turn him good?"

"No." I immediately responded. "I don't think it's possible to turn him 'good.' I am just trying to get him to admit his mistake."

Tony exhaled, nearly laughed..

"Good luck with that. I don't think he will be too keen on that idea."

"He has actually been getting better. You'll see ."

He stood up and walked to the window which led to the fire escape.

"I guess I will." He replied with a cocky smile. "I'll see you soon Agent Evans."

"Wait!" I exclaimed. "Why are you even here? I mean, you can't be trying to find out my background, S.H.I.E.L.D. already knows it. So why are you talking to me?"

" Some things can't be told in letters on a page. I was just curious to find out what's going on in that pretty little head of yours."

"Flattery won't help you."

"Flattery always helps me."

I smiled.

"Bye, Tony." I told him, my words toned by my smile.

"See you in the near future. My number's on the table if you need me."

"Yeah, I'll see you."

After I finished my sentence, Stark opened the window and stepped out onto the fire escape. An odd, but surprisingly effective way of getting in and out of places. He gave me a little wave then I watched him descend the ladder. As I turned away from the window I closed the curtains, I didn't want anymore people like Stark getting any ideas. I sat back down on my couch and grabbed an Oreo out of the package, thank god Stark had only eaten a few of them. While I munched I formulated theories as to why Stark had visited, other than the reason he had stated otherwise. Nobody breaks into someone's house just to find out what goes on in their "pretty little head." He wasn't scoping me out for S.H.I.E.L.D. they already did that. We're the Avengers as a group interested in me? That could make sense. They might not have major access to S.H.I.E.L.D. files and intel so they might've decided to just get it themselves. I don't even know why they would be interested in me! Is it because I'm working with Loki? That is a reason I definitely wouldn't dismiss. I can't think of any others. I took a sip of the milk. Well, whatever it their reason I'll find out eventually.