The Eighth Avenger (A Loki Love Story)

The Conference

I stood up and clapped my hands loudly three times. "Alright everyone get up! Nic just called and we need to be there an hour ago. Come on guys." I spoke loudly and everyone moaned. "C'mon let me sleep." said Tony.

"Nope. CMON EVERYONE YOU KNOW THE DRILL." I was alittle louder this time and everyone got up. I have everyone over so often that I actually have a bunch of spare clothes for them in my room. everyone got up and Steve and Clint helped me gather up the pillows and blankets and put them away while Natasha, Peter, Tony, and Bruce went into my room to get there spares. We walked in my room and Bruce and Peter were waiting on Natasha to pick her clothes out of the closet (about 4 feet away from the foot of my bed on the wall to the left when you walk in) while Tony was changing in the bathroom. "Hurry up Nat, we need to pick out clothes too." said Peter kind of childish.

Nat just looked at Peter with a death stare. He put his hands up defensively and looked at me for help.

"Nat seriously hurry up. We are all waiting on you." I defended Peter

"Ok ok." Nat was getting angered but so were all of us. She picked out a black tanktop-mine with blue skinny jeans-also mine and walked to the bathroom.

Peter stepped over to the closet and got his spare Spiderman suit.

Bruce picked his purple shirt with light brown khakis.

Clint was in front of Steve and I. He chose his usual, black muscle shirt and black pants.

Steve and I were standing next to each other. "Ladies first." he said gesturing to the closet. "Why thank you kind sir." I spoke in a British accent and we both laughed.

I don't usually wear tank tops or any high cut t-shirt or anything 'crop top', but I decided to where my black tank top, crop top duo that read 'R.I.P. MITCH LUCKER' in big white letters so I grabbed that. To match grabbed my high waisted (because of the crop top) black skinny jeans. Then I grabbed my jean jacket with the sleeves cut off that didn't button; that was also a crop top and I sat on my bed waiting for Steve to get his clothes and then head for the bathroom.

I was waiting on Steve and I just sat in silence thinking about what to do with my hair.

I have long hair that I guess people would call 'goth' or 'emo' because I had bangs that swooped over just above my eye brows. I guess it was like an 'emo' would style it, it was black too... Oh well.

Steve got his clothes and walked out to go to the bathroom to change. I closed the door and changed. I brushed my hair and fixed my bangs then I opened the door to let the others know I was done changing but I didn't go out. I picked out my black ankle high socks from a droor in my dresser next to my bed and put them on.

I walked over to my closet and grabbed my black vans and slid those on. With a sprits of purfume I walked out. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Everyone was ready in the living room when I walked out there.

Tony was standing in the kitchen, he was wearing a Black Sabbath t-shirt and jeans and walked to the doorway in between the kitchen and the living room. He was standing in the doorway looking at his glass of alcohol. Wow Tony. At 9 in the morning.

"Your drinking? At 9 'o clock in the morning?" I asked.

He looked me up and down then was staring at my butt. "Yes. We go through this every time. By the way nice outf-" I cut him of, "Stop starting at my ass Stark." I said "It's not my fault you actually dressed good for once. You have a great body you should definitely show it off more." he replied. "Yeah well that doesn't mean you can just stare at my butt." He looked at me and laughed "Shut up... Let's go." I said annoyed