Daffodils: An Avengers Romance

Oh No, He Has A Hot Friend

I looked up at Hot Soldier dude and cleared my throat, propping my head up on my hands and leaning my whole body forward, "Yeah, that all sounds about right."

Soldier man threw the file down on the table again, looking at me, "How exactly does someone who has no history for 6 years end up working for one of the leading families in technology?"

I had been preparing for this question for a year, American Man. You won't be able to catch me like that.

Shrugging, I said, "I went to high school with their son, Jason."

Mr. America leaned back in his seat and folded his arms across his chest, his muscles much more apparent in that position. I firmly held eye contact, cause he would not find out I was horny. He would not.

"Jason Lancaster? Who went missing for six years?" American Hottie asked and I really should have been more worried about how incriminating this all sounded, but god I was tired.

"Are you going somewhere with this or can I leave? I'm too tired to play mind games dude." Seriously, if he didn't ask what he wanted to know soon I didn't care how hot he was, I would be falling asleep soon. Preferably on his chest, but I would take the table if it came to that.

Mr. Blond-tall-and-hot gave me a surprised look that briefly turned into amusement. But only briefly, he really quickly went back to being all intimidating which didn't do what he thought it did to me. It definitely did something though.

"How exactly were you involved in the kidnapping of Peter Parker-Stark?" He asked and I almost slammed my head against the table again. Instead of doing that though, I just glared at Captain Sir across from me.

"I prevented the kidnapping, thank you very much." I told him and he just leaned back against forward towards me, arms on the table. Which was very distracting by the way, he had the muscular vein thing going on and a tattoo that ran up his left forearm. I wanted to look closer to see what it was because really his arms looked hot, especially his fingers and- wow I was actually thirsting over hands over here.

"Hmm," Mr. blue-eyes hummed in agreement, "What I want to know is how you knew about it."

"I didn't," I said. Then blue eyes narrowed at me and I wondered if I annoyed him enough he would bring out the handcuffs, "Ok, ok. Sheesh man, I get it."

I sat up a little to tell the story, wriggling around in the wet seat. For a brief second it seemed like he was glancing at my chest, but when I went to make eye contact with him he was just staring at me with the same look.

"So," I began, "I was just sleeping, right? Like, minding my own business in my bed, dreaming as one does. Then the rude ass storm woke me up and I went over to close my window when I saw these lights. And like, that's sus right? We're in the middle of nowhere North Carolina, why are there people with flashlights walking around? So, I went to investigate.

Now I was really dumb here, because I should've grabbed shoes. And a jacket, definitely a jacket. But anyways, I go to the garden, cuz of course the criminals choose to walk through muddy ass ground when doing their thing. Which is dumb by the way- like why mud when you're trying to be sneaky? But anyways, I follow them and I hear them talking about kidnapping the kid.

Which is not good. That kid gets kidnapped and I can pretty much kiss my paycheck goodbye. I like my paycheck, it's rather nice and honestly- very cushy job. This is my retirement plan right here, I'm going to die being a Stark maid. Which will not happen if Tiny Boss gets kidnapped, so I told myself 'Aida you gotta stop that kidnapping.'

Then I make my way to his room and let myself in, but Little Peter Pan is knocked out and what was I supposed to do? So I took his ass to his parent's room. They're rich and smart, I was sure they could figure something out. But then they're also knocked out and I just couldn't have that. If Anthony Stark dies, so do my retirement plans and then I'll have to go find a real job.

The only choice I truly had was to quick the criminals' asses, so I did. But then Ms. Redhead appeared looking all Matrix-like and I have so many questions."

I finished my ramble and looked back at Mr. Handsome, who seemed to be taking my story in rather well. Most times people give me the most confused look after I talk, but Blondie was just nodding along and looking like he was holding back a smile.

It did something to me, that he looked at me like I was adorable and not annoying. Also, he didn't interrupt me once the entire time which gave him so many brownie points right now.

"What do you know about Hydra?" He asked in his beautiful voice that I totally did not imagine how it sounded moaning.

"Uh," I said, "It's a Greek monster that could regrow its head or something." No idea why he was testing my knowledge on Greek mythology right now, but at least he wasn't accusing me of kidnapping children, so I'll take it.

He shifted in his seat, the shirt doing nothing to hide how wide his chest was and he looked like he was about to say something when the door behind me opened. I twisted around to see who walked in and almost choked on my spit.

Tall, ripped with dark blue eyes that reminded me of the stormy sea. His hair was tied back in a low ponytail, showing the tattoo that ran down his neck. There were more wrapping around both his arms and even onto his hands, making me wonder if any place in his body was not covered with them.

God he looked dangerous and rugged- I wanted to cuddle with this man immediately.

Mr. Danger walked closer to me, placing down a cup of water in front of me before going to stand next to my interrogator. Seeing them together really did something to me, they were polar opposites yet seemed to fit in a way. One all blond and bright eyes, the other dark with an air that warned people to stay away.

I really shouldn't have, but I drank that water fast. Talking that much did dry my throat out a bit, plus it distracted me from staring at the beautiful men in front of me as they whispered to each other.

Aida get it together, I told myself, remember what happened last time you liked someone. That thought snapped me out of my admiration because I really had a bad history of who I liked. It tended to end badly, I mean the last dude I liked ended up with me making deals with devils and gaining plant powers.

"Aida," I heard someone call out and I hummed, turning over to look at Blondie.

"That is my name," I said with a slight smirk. Blondie sighed while the other one smirked down at me.

I really should learn their names.

"I understand you're telling me that you knew nothing about the kidnapping and ran across it by accident. That does match our records that we have of you and of what happened, but there is just one thing I don't understand." Blondie, which I had decided his name to be, said and I raised a brow. They had records of me?

"Aida," Blondie asked as he showed me a picture of a door covered in vines and roses, "Can you explain this to me?"