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"Do I really have to go to this dumb party?"

Natasha sighs, "Yes, you do."

"But Tony and Dad have been ignoring me and blocking me from the lab for THREE DAYS! I am certainly in no mood to go to a stupid party," I protest.

"I'm sorry, but you have to go. Here, I'll help you get ready," She offers sympathetically.

I shake my head, "It's okay. I'm just...confused. They said they're working on the Scepter but I don't know why I can't help them."

"I'm sure it's nothing. You should get ready."

I nod my head and go to my room. I throw on a simple outfit, grab my sunglasses because I'm lazy, and mentally prepare myself for social interaction. I'm really not in the mood for a party, but I still dress Fin Fang Foom in a little outfit that Clint got for him.

I stay away from the majority of the crowd, reading the Deathly Hollows and video chatting Harley. When most people leave including a man that tried drinking Asgardian mead that looked kind of familiar, I finally join the party.

I sit cross-legged on the couch with noodles in my mouth. Fin is sleeping peacefully on my head

"But it's a trick!" Clint gestures towards Mjolnir.

"Oh no, it's so much more than that," Thor insists.

Clint scoffs, "Uh, 'Whosoever be he worthy shall have the power!' Whatever man! It's a trick."

"Well, please be my guest, "Thor offers and the room grows quiet.

"Really?" Clint questions then position himself before the hammer.

I snort, "This'll be good."

" Clint, you've had a tough week, we won't hold it against you if you can't get it up," Tony comments making everybody laugh.

" You know I've seen this before, right?" Clint pulls hard on the handle not able to pick it up. He gives up with a laugh. " I still don't know how you do it."

"Smell the silent judgment?" Tony questions.

Clint crosses his arms, "Please Stark by all means."

I shake my head lightly, "Uh oh."

Tony stretches a little, "Never one to shrink down from a challenge. It's physics."

"Physics!" I gasp sarcastically.

" Right, so, if I lift it, I...I then rule Asgard?" Tony asks as he grasps onto the handle.

Thor nods, "Yes, of course."

" I will be re-instituting Prima Nocta," Tony pulls without being able to lift it. He inhales sharply, "I'll be right back."

Tony returns with an Iron Man glove and Rhodey holds onto the hammer handle as they both try to pull the hammer up. Rhodey grunts, " Are you even pulling?"

"Are you on my team?" Tony retorts.

"Just represent. Pull!" Rhodey exclaims.

Then it's my dad's turn to attempt to lift the hammer. He pulls on it as hard as possible then pretends to hulk out. I cringe while everyone stares awkwardly.

Steve stands up next, he rolls up his sleeves and tugs on the hammer. Thor tenses up in alarm but in the end, Steve too failed to lift the hammer.

"Widow?" Dad turns to Natasha.

"Oh no, no that isn't a question I need to be answered," She shakes her head.

Tony turns toward me, "Kid?"