Jenessa POV
How come I always get in trouble? Honestly. Natasha was ranting about how My parents would be disappointed, and so was she. Also, 'the avengers have better things to do than sit in an elevator because a little girl played a prank' Steve had helped! I didn't tell her that, but he did. Natasha caught me pranking Clint, and she was really mad. I hoped Steve knew better than to come check on me. "Jenessa, are you OK?" oops. "yeah, sorry I forgot to go spar with you in the gym." I said, hoping he would get the message without me making it stupidly obvious to Natasha. "what?...Oh, no, I, um, made food for you, its in the kitchen." I face-palmed, then realized he was serious. "for the record, I will eat it ALL if you don't stop me somewhere in there." I said and darted off toward the stairs, decidedly NOT using the elevator. Steve had actually made breakfast for me, Bacon, eggs, sausage, and oatmeal. I saw Clint staring as I filled my plate for the fourth time. "what?" I asked. "that cannot be healthy. I'm calling Thor to come help eat all that." "no you are not. I take that as a challenge! I shall eat all of it. Unless Steve wants some. He made it. Cooks advantage." I told him. He raised an eyebrow. "I know how to motivate you in training." I almost spat my OJ out. "what?!" I spluttered. "food." he answered. He is so oblivious, it's almost funny. "You guys are gonna train me?!" "yeah, and?" I squealed. I managed not to start bouncing up and down though. He looked like he was trying to figure out what he did wrong. "whats wrong?" asked Steve, all but charging into the room. "I'M GONNA GET TRAINED BY THE AVENGERS!" "OK, why did you scream?" I rolled my eyes. "excitement." "I thought you were hurt" "does mentally count? I'm a teenaged girl. I do that. Don't have a panic attack, OK?" "how did you eat that much?" he said, motioning to my plate, which I had cleaned yet again. "I don't waste." I said simply. "and Clint challenged me. To see how much food I could eat." "you could have just said that." said Steve. "your still not out of trouble, Jenessa!" yelled Natasha from the other room. I snapped my fingers. "I was hoping she had forgotten about that." Clint snorted. "she doesn't forget things that easily." Steve looked confused. "why are you in trouble?" "I pushed the button for the elevator on every floor to confuse everyone. She caught me doing it to Clint. Therefore, I'm in trouble." Steve looked like he really wanted to say something, but I shook my head, it wouldn't get me out of trouble if he told Natasha he was in on it. I began plotting more pranks. "hey, Clint?" "yeah?" he said, sounding bored. "do you actually crawl through the vents?" his eyes widened. I couldn't tell if it was surprise or guilt. I need to get better at that. "who thought that I did?" "eh, maybe a couple thousand people on fanfiction alone." "fanfiction?" "hobby. Answer the question." "no." I grinned and started looking for a vent. You know I had to. Its just too easy. I crawled as quietly as I could thru the vent, and asked JARVIS not to tell anyone but Steve where I was, and only tell him if he asked. "yes, miss Weston." I silently thanked Tony for the amazing AI. I wouldn't say it out loud, though, Tony would be having trouble fitting his head through any doorway anywhere. "you have reached your destination." I whispered to myself as I struggled to see through the vent. It was just the main living room. I set my cell phone on the floor of the vent. I set a trap that pushed speed dial on the #6. my new cell phone, I don't know why my parents still payed for service for my old phone, but they did. When the avengers alarm was pushed, I would know. They can handle themselves, but I want to see if there are any weird false alarms. Now, to my mission. Clint would know that I was in the vents, so I couldn't prank him with that. I decided to start with Tony. Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!