WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW: The term "WOT are you doing" came from our British friend Aaron who always says "WOT are you doing", plus it's fun to say. When Ashlie asks Reagan for "drugs" she is asking for Advil, not actual drugs. We gave it this code name because our school doesn't let us carry Advil without the nurse's permission. "Gotta blast" is Reagan's catchphrase, yes, it's from Little Einstein's, but she says it, like, all the time.

Chapter Three: Weirdest Dream Ever

Ashlie woke up in her hotel room bed. She looked to her left, no one was in her bed. Ashlie sighed, it was only a dream. She sat up and placed her feet on the floor.

"Ah!" Ashlie picked her feet back up. Gauze wrapped from the ball of her foot to her ankle. "What the-" Ashlie put her feet down slowly, she winced in pain. She dropped down to her knees and crawled to her suitcase. She pulled out slippers and gently slid them on, she crawled to her bathroom.

Ashlie looked in the mirror. A purple bruise stood out against her pale skin. Her hair went in every direction except down. And her dress was covered by a shirt, not her shirt. Bucky's?

"It was a dream." She convinced herself. A knock sounded making Ashlie jump. She crawled to her door. On her knees she opened the door a little.

"Ashlie! WOT are you doing-on the floor?" Ashlie open the door fully. It was Reagan, another friend from Texas. "stand up so I can hug you." Reagan put down her suitcase and opened her arms.

"Uh, I hurt my feet." Reagan laughed and kneeled, throwing her arms around Ashlie.

"Why would you do that?" What are you wearing?" Review walked into her room. She close the door. Reagan sat on the bed, Ashlie awkwardly crawled toward her. "Holy shit, Ashlie, your face!" Ashlie opened her mouth to speak. Reagan picked up the phone on the nightstand. "I need a bag of ice up to room 712, please. Immediately." Ashlie leaned against the wall. She kicked her feet out in front of her. "I'm calling Claire."

"It was a dream." Ashlie said quietly. "It was just a dream."

"Damnit, Claire, pick up." Reagan slammed her phone down. "Ashlie, what has happened the last three days?"

"Three? I've only been here one day." Reagan put a hand on Ashlie's shoulder.

"No, you've been here for three days. See," Reagan pulled out her phone. She showed a picture on Twitter of Claire and Ashlie at the coffee shop. "That was Saturday. It's Tuesday. Ashlie, what the hell happened?"

A knock at the door interrupted Ashlie's answer. Reagan opened the door.

"Hi, we need to speak with Ashlie Mazulo." Ashlie recognized that voice. Steve. "May we come in?"

"Ashlie," Reagan yelled, "there are muscular men asking for you." Ashlie took a breath.

"Let them in." Steve and Bucky came into Ashlie's view.

"It wasn't a dream." Ashlie whispered. Bucky knelt and pushed part of her hair, back, examining her bruise.

"You wouldn't be in much pain if you hadn't run from us." Bucky smiled. "Plus, this is one of my favorite shirts."

"Ashlie, please allow us to help you." Reagan sat on the bed, constantly looking between Steve and Bucky.

"Question." Reagan raised her hand, "where's Claire?" Steve turned to her.

"That's what we're trying to find out. She's…missing." Reagan gasped.

"Her voicemail makes more sense." All three looked back at Reagan as she pulled out her phone.

"What the hell?" Claire's voice rang clear through the phone. "Ashlie? Ash-oh. Hey! Hey! Anybody?" Random bursts of sound came from the background. "Reagan? Why am I calling you? I must be in the weirdest club ever." A low voice spoke from the background. "That can't be good." The phone beeped indicating the message was over.

"I thought it was a prank call." Steve and Bucky talked to each other in hushed tones. "Ashlie, who are these guys?"

"Avengers?" Ashlie did not trust her mind anymore. "Reagan. You got any dugs?" Reagan gawked at Steve and Bucky before pulling out Advil from her purse.

"Here, girl." Ashlie took the pills. Steve put a hand on Bucky's shoulder.

"Okay, first we're going to take both of you back to headquarters, then Ashlie is going to explain what happened." Steve turned and opened the door. Reagan grabbed Ashlie's hand, pulling her up. Ashlie bit down on her cheek to keep from screaming. With one step Bucky picked Ashlie up into his arms.

"That's why you shouldn't run through New York without shoes."

Reagan closed the door to the room. Sebastian ran up to her, holding an ice pack.

"Wait, who are they? Where's Ashlie?" Reagan sighed, taking the ice in her hand. "If I could explain I would, but I can't, so…" Sebastian looked at her like she was crazy. "Gotta blast." Reagan ran down the hall way. Steve and Bucky went up to the stairs. "Uh, don't we need to go downstairs? Where the street is?" Reagan followed the men upstairs.

"Can't really park a jet on the road." Steve took the stairs two at a time.

"You aren't really an Avenger, are you?" Ashlie asked Bucky.

"No, I'm not. But he is." Bucky lifted his chin at Steve. "I'm not everyone's favorite." Reagan stopped.

"Avengers." Reagan whispered. "Damn." She raced up the stairs to keep up.