Thievery, Murder and Mischeif (Avengers Fan Fiction)

7. The Finishing Touches

"I don't know what happened, it just dissapeared!" I was shocked by what I was hearing - Tony Stark at a loss for words.

"Wow, had Tony finally swallowed his pride?" I asked Thor as I took a seat beside him.

"I wouldn't joke about this," Thor warned. "There is a theif somewhere in this building."

An impending sense of dread came over me. Surely they wouldn't blame me... yes, I used to be a theif, but I gave that up. I've been with the Avengers just over a month now, and have been on my best behaivour. Never the less, suspicions began to fall on me. "Dragoness, would you know anything about missing weapons from the lab?" Steve asked me.

"Steve, I have no idea what you're talking about," I surpose the weariness in my voice was taken in the wrong way, because Steve didn't say anymore, but watched me suspiciously. "Please! I've been working with you for a month. I've had your back on every mission we've been on together. Have I ever let anything slip past me?"

"I'm not doubting your skills as a soldier," he hurriedly told me. "It's just... I don't know who to suspect."

"Maybe you'd be a little less guilty sounding if you actually told us your name," Tony came in, with his normal untimely wit.

"Not right now, Tony. I've told you too many times, Dragoness is the only name I have. I don't have anything else to give you," I explained, exasperated.

"You must have had another name at some point," he went on. "Don't spurt your 'someone stole it' crap."

I leapt up, anger welling up inside me. "It's the truth!" I growled.

"Oh please," we said insensetively. "How can you steal a word?"

"Very easily," Steve murmured. I was surprised to hear him taking my side. "Sorry. I know you're a worthy ally."

Tony snorted. "So what, you don't remember your name, or are you just trying to hide something?"

"Yes," I hissed. "So you're telling me you've never wanted to forget something? To pretend it never happened? Because I tell you, I'm sure you've got your own share of regrets." Silence. They stared at me like I'd lost my mind. I suppose that was an acurate description.

"Sorry," Tony muttered emptily.

"I don't want to hear you apologize. I just want to forget," I mumbled, staring aimlessly at the floor.

"Yes. I have regrets. We all do," there was something quite unsettling about hearing Tony Stark humbled by something.

"Just... don't worry about it. I should not flip out everytime someone brings up the past. My fault. I'm just going to clear my head," I said, leaving as quickly as I could.

"Hello," I took my place on the bench, beside Loki.

"Hi. Is everything ok?" He asked with little concern.

"I'm losing them," I confessed.

"What do you mean?" he sat upright, suddenly alert.

"They - they don't seem to trust me anymore."

"Why not?" his words were sharp.

"I don't know!" I cried. "They think I've been stealing things."

"Have you?"

"No!" I was irratated by the fact he had to ask.

"I didn't think you would."

I nodded, slightly releived. I began to rumage in my bag, looking for my phone. I was... surprised to feel a hard, leather case. I pulled it out. "What's that?" Loki asked.