Love, and Other Strange Magic.

The New Job.

Walking down the empty, lifeless and grey hallway of the Avengers tower, you couldn't wait to meet the team. Tony dropped you a text a week ago asking if you wanted to join. It startled you, receiving a form of communication from America's most well-known genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, it startled you even more, receiving a text from your dad, asking you if you wanted to join something that was his pride and joy. Yes, you were Y/N Stark, daughter of Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. The newest member of the Avengers.

Out the window, you saw the bleak and bleary sky covering the people below. From this height, they looked tiny, little grey silhouettes bobbing up and down hopelessly.

Everything in your life was shades of grey, others saw the world in the beautiful outbreak of colours it really was, but not you. However, you did spend six years of your life surrounded by the same group of people. The people you grew up with, the people who shaped your life.

You turned to the lift and pressed the button for it to arrive. As the door opened, a tall man with a shade of grey that you could only imagine was a deep shade of brunette shoulder length hair walked out. He stopped outside the lift and looked you up and down. It felt uncomfortable, like his eyes were snapping pictures with every blink.

"You must be Y/N," he finally said.

You nodded glumly in response.

"I'm Bucky Barnes, I'm a close friend of Steve Rodgers." He finished.

"I-I think he may have mentioned you," you said quietly, "I see him lots, well I used to. He's practically my uncle. Was, practically was my uncle. I stopped seeing him, and my dad. Well, it was nice meeting you Bucky Barnes. I shall see you later." You smiled at him, and he replied with a simple boyish grin. You walked into the lift, and as the doors shut, he was gone. You still couldn't believe that you were in the Avengers tower. Sure, you used to live there, but you had lived in a boarding school for six years, it wasn't the same. You stifled a yawn as the lift journeyed upwards, you had told your dad many years ago, that if he ever wanted to have a meeting of any kind with you, to leave it until at least past 11 AM, a respectable time. He wanted you there for 8:30 AM. He demanded punctuality, and you were already running behind schedule by 3 minutes. You took out your phone. Nope, you were now running behind schedule by 4 minutes. Dad won't be impressed, you thought, his fault mind you, let me sleep, and I won't be late. When you finally arrived, it was 8:47 AM. You wandered aimlessly into the room, while Tony shot you evils.

"Hello Y/N, glad you could finally join us, even if it was 17 minutes late." He said glumly.

"Guys, this is my daughter Y/N, she is the newest member of the Avengers, and I expect you to treat her with the respect she deserves." He commanded.

You smiled shyly at the people in the room, but you weren't as shy when you saw Steve and Thor, they were the main faces you instantly recognized.

"Thor! Steve!" You shouted as you ran over to them.

You ran over to Thor first and wrapped your arms around him.

"My, you've grown!" Thor said shocked, "How long has it been?"

Before you could respond, Tony was on the case.

"Six years Thor. No-one has been in contact with her for six years." He said flatly.

"And he didn't even ask me how I'd been when he saw my face!" You said to Thor before turning to face Tony.

"I'm fine dad, it's been great, thanks for asking! How have you been?" You asked sarcastically.

Tony didn't respond, instead he just looked away.

"Nevermind that," Thor said, trying to lighten the mood. "I'm just happy to see you again and so happy. Show us that trick you used to show us when you were little eh?" he asked.

You let go of Thor and spread out the palm of your hand. After a second or two, little sparks of flame started to appear, shooting upwards then bursting into beautiful fireworks.

The team gasped with delight as you started performing more intricate tricks. After a little while, you were juggling barstools hands-free.

At the 'meeting' you were introduced to a beautiful woman with hair a shade of grey you could only imagine was a shocking shade of vermillion red.

"I'm Natasha Romanoff. Nice to meet you." she piped up.

"I'm Y/N, nice to meet you too. Your last name, it has a nice ring to it, are you Russian by any chance?" you asked inquisitively.

She nodded.

"You know, Y/N, I think we're going to become good friends. What do you think?"

She smiled widely at you, and extended her hand.

You mirrored her grin, and took her hand to shake it.

"I think you're right, Miss Romanoff"

"Please, call me Nat."