28 - well that's far.

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Other persons pov

We where all sitting around a table talking well more like agrueing about who's making what for dinner.
"No, no more takeaways this week" I say in my leader voice, but let's be honest it's Friday and we've had 3 takeaways so that's definitely enough, right?
"So who do you want to cook then huh?" Tony replies
"All the good cooks are on missions or else where to be fair" Bruce states, as this agruement continues we all start giving up , there's no point in agrueing, but I don't know why we haven't hired a cook at this point, but as I'm in my train of thought something pops up , literally.

In an instant I'm in a fighting stance, while Tony has his ironman gauntlet on and pointed at , them?

On the left side was a young man, his hair a chestnut brown, a beard graced his face and he wore dark washed jeans and a green hoodie, on the left was a long blond haired young lady, her face a soft tone that in this lighting made her glow, in the middle was a younger looking young lady , also with blind Hair but in a more Pixy type cut , she looked in a panick, like the anxious break downs bucky has had many times in my company

Clint had pulled a knife and is pointing it at the new objects in the room whilst Bruce stands back.

They seem to be around the one in the middle trying to hug that one or something,
"Who are you and why are you here?!" I questioned in an authoritative tone.

To which they look over and realisation sets the expression on their faces and then a look of shock and panic sets in as the 2 hugging the middle one look at each other then they look at the middle one as the middle one falls limp.

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