I'll Never Let You Fall (Book 3)

Chapter One

-Cassandra-

"Steven, Tony just called, and demanded, quite rudely I might add, to get your lazy ass up," I shouted , throwing some of his clothes onto his sleeping form. He jumped slightly when the clothing made contact with his bare back. I heard him mumble something about Tony as I walked into the adjoining bathroom. "Sorry, what was that," I poked my head back out my shoulder length curls, slapped against my neck.

"I said," he huffed rolling over, face up to the ceiling, "that I'm sure glad you're not Tony then," he sighed closing his baby blues again. I sighed and then ran to jump on him. He grunted as I straddled him.

"Well, you have two options. You get out of bed without me freezing the bed or I do and that's no fun for no one," I leaned in close, our noses almost touching.

"That would be a different story," he nearly whispered, he sat up with me still in his lap. I pushed myself off and back into the bathroom. I shut the door leaving a crack to where I could still hear Steve.

"What did Tony want anyway," he called out. I changed out of my pajamas into a knee-length black dress, with black ballet flats.

"He wouldn't tell me, just told me to tell you to get your lazy ass up," I recited, exiting the bathroom, toothbrush in hand. Steve rolled his eyes and went into the small room to do his bathroom routine. He came out in a tight, navy blue t-shirt and dark wash jeans. His toothbrush hung from his mouth in a boyish fashion. We soon finished our morning routines and left the comforts of our room.

"You know Tony is the lazy one, I mean we are literally 12 floors away from him, and he couldn't just come talk to us," Steve complained.

"I know," I sympathized, "but it's Tony we're talking about here. What are you going to do," I asked pressing the elevator call button.

"I could always kick his lazy ass," Steve muttered, as he gestured for me to walk through the open silver doors. The elevator started its ascent. "I mean we have been on the go for a little over two months. Sometimes, barely sleeping before attacking another HYDRA base," Steve ranted.

"Save the soapbox speech for the others. I am well aware of what we are doing and the hours we are putting in to taking down these bases. I mean it's our job," I reasoned, leaving out my disdain of working with Thor.

"Yeah, I know, it's just I feel like Tony shouldn't get to boss us around this early in the morning," he lowered his voice as the doors opened. "Plus he doesn't have to a huge asshole about it," Steve continued on still heated about the disrespect from Tony at 3 am. I grabbed his hand and squeezed.

"He's a Stark there's not much we can expect from him," I reasoned, Steve nodded in agreement and went to sit. I looked over when the elevator doors opened again and my mood almost instantly soured. Thor had been going on missions with us, but in between staying with Selvig and Jane. Thor locked eyes with me and ran directly at me, grabbing me by the shoulders tightly in excitement.

"Cassy,I have the greatest news," he beamed.

"What," I snapped shoving  off his hands.

"So, as you know, I've been in London, spending time with Jane, and I am assuming you have heard of the Nobel prize," he asked, eyebrows furrowing.

"Yes, of course, get in with it," I demanded in a bored tone.

As if I replied with the most enthusiastic tone in the world he kept speaking, "well, while I was there, she received a letter. It was a letter from the committee informing her that she had just been nominated for one," he practically screamed.

"Great," I mocked his enthusiasm, "I am sure she is absolutely ecstatic to be nominated. Are the other nominees known for killing a god, also known as a crowned prince of Asgard," I snarled walking away and sitting down by Steven.

"You're not being fair to him," Steve whispered to me.

"He brought Jane to Asgard Steven," I muttered back.

"I thought you liked her," he questioned, his eyebrow shooting up.

"Well, that was before killing my other brother," I growled ending the conversation, still glaring at Thor.

"Stark this better be damn important," Clint called as he stumbled in with a tray of Starbucks, Nat right behind him. My gaze broke away from Thor, when Clint sat a cup of coffee beside me and then took the chair on my right side.

"Thank you," I told him, as Steven stole a sip of my drink.

"To answer your complaint, Legolas, yes this is important. Very important," Tony mouthed off, and then gestured to Maria, "Miss Hill." Maria passed out files to all of us, who, with the exception of Tony and Thor, were still rubbing sleep out of our eyes.

"What is this," Nat asked, not even opening the file and just threw it on the table.

Tony just smiled and then gestured, pulling a picture from his folder, "the hiding place of Loki's 'glow stick of destiny'," he smirked throwing the picture of the scepter on the table. We all looked up and then I looked back down the the file to see where it was.

Eastern Europe.

Sokovia to be exact.