Say my Name-rewrite

Language! Really?

Maya's POV:

I stand in my closet the next morning, searching for an outfit to wear to meet the group. My usual hoodies and Chucks won't cut it for meeting Earth's mightiest heroes. I pull out my only black pencil skirt and an emerald green silk top that flatters my skin tone. With stilettos in hand, I'm on my way.

The drive to the Avengers Compound is filled with nervous excitement, but I can't shake the memories of last night. The images in my mind. I could have sworn there was someone in the room with me. I try to shake the thoughts and focus on the assignment ahead. I've spent most of my time in jails and prisons, interviewing the worst of the worst, driven by an overwhelming need to understand why they commit heinous acts.

But now I'm faced with something entirely new: a god I've only read about in books during late nights at the campus library. A god of sorcery. Mischief and magic. Another realm I know... nothing about. Norse mythology has always fascinated me. A time long before my own. The body of myths and legends, encompassing the beliefs and stories of gods, goddesses, and heroes.

'What the hell am I doing?'

I arrive at the compound in upstate New York and sit in my car, overwhelmed with anxiety. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths. A sudden knock on my window startles me.

"Oh my God, what the fuck!" I yell, jumping in my seat.

I glance over to find Tony Stark glaring at me.

"Hey, newbie. You going to get out? Or is this where you plan to live while you're here?"

I try to steady my breath as I grab the keys and open the door to greet him.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, Mr. Stark. Nerves. It's so nice to meet you. I'm Maya. Maya Harper," I say, my voice still shaky.

"Maya, it's a pleasure. Call me Tony. Ready to meet the band of misfits?"

I can't help but laugh as I reply, "Yes, sir. Very excited to be joining the team."

"I'll have one of the princesses get your bags shortly," he replies, turning on his heels and heading toward the entrance of the compound.

"The princesses, sir?" I ask as I quickly follow behind him.

"You'll understand after you meet them," he quips.

I follow Tony into the compound, the size of which is overwhelming. 'I don't know how I am going to remember how to get around this fucking place,' I think.

My nerves build as we walk through the compound. Suddenly my wardrobe choice feels like a mistake. Everything feels so tight, constrictive. 'Fuck, I just want my old Nirvana t-shirt and jeans.'

Tony leads me to a conference room with a giant round table. I can't help but feel small in a space like this.

"You will meet the team here, and then we can get you settled into your room," Tony says, ushering me in.

"Okay, sounds good. Thank you, Mr. Stark. I cannot tell you how appreciative I am for this opportunity."

"Don't mention it. Anyways, you're supposed to be the best, right?" he asks, his brow quirked as he moves to his spot at the table.

"Well sir, I don't know about that, but I..." I begin, my gaze flicking down to the floor as I mentally question if I am even the right person for this job.

He cuts me off. "Don't worry, kid, you'll get the chance to prove yourself. Take a seat, here come the rest of the children."

I look over at the door and see them. I've never been one to be starstruck, but seeing them all together excites me.