Just "Friends"

Chapter 8

A couple days later there was a meeting. Before Fury entered the Averngers tried for the millionth time to find out your past.

"Just shut up already" you spat and turn to the door.

It opens and Fury steps in and everyone shuts there traps.

"What was everyone talking about?" Fury asks taking a seat at the chair at the end of the table.

"Weather"

"Mission"

"Latest project"

Steve, Natasha, and Tony say in unison.

"So... you all talked about those three different topics, all at once?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Yep!" Steve says through a forced smile.

"For sure" Natasha replies.

"Mm'Hmph!" Tony replies with a flash of his teeth.

You roll your eyes and look away from them. Bruce quietly sat in front of you.

'Hey' You think and he doesn't physically respond.

'Hey' he responds back. 'Sorry about them, I really wasn't thinking Steve be pestering you. I'd think he'd stop them'

'Whatever, I'm just tired' You think and yawn. You lean on your hand as Fury starts his presentation.

"As you can see, we are falling behind in..." he starts but you zone him out.

'Y/n?' Bruce asks.

'Yeah?' You ask.

'You feeling ok?' He asks.

'Yeah, I'm tired' you think.

'Oh, don't worry we'll be in the tower soon' he thinks.

'Really?' You ask a bit surprised it's already fixed.

'Yah' he answers and goes back to Fury.

"Ok so, Stark?" He asks and Tony stands.

"Ok so we are all moving into the tower tomorrow and considering we'll have Reindeer Games in there, well need a babysitter when we go on missions and we were thinking you Y/n" he explains and your blood turns cold.

"Ok" you answer as calmly as possible.

"Ok good! Now everyone pack your shit we're leaving!" He exclaims and everyone leaves.

You sludge to your room and fall face onto your bed. You grab a pillow and scream into it.

"Why must everything be against me twenty-four/seven" you ask yourself tiridly.

You throw your belongings in bags and walk out to the plane and board it with the others. It takes the seven of you down to the newly built tower. Everyone gets off the aircraft and you watch it descend to the skies.

"What are you looking at Y/n? Let's go" Tony asks and drags you inside.

He leads you to your room and you begin to set it up.

It was a pretty big bedroom, it has a walk in closet and a big bathroom. The bathroom was clean and perfect with a giant shower and a giant tub. The bedroom itself has a 4-poster bed with drapes surrounding it and bunches of pillows cover it with a giant comforter. There was a desk and bookshelves with no books and the desk had some shelf attachments. You placed your laptop on the desk and hid your sketchbook in a drawer.

Your sketchbook was like your diary. You don't want anyone going through it and invading your privacy. You place your other art supplies into the drawer. You take a piece of wood that look similar to the bottom of it and place it a top it. You place some random knick knacks in the drawer.

You plop down on your bed and that's when you notice the TV that was built into the top of the ceiling and you also notice the TV in front of your bed.

"That's so cool" you whisper.

You get a knock on the door and you roll your eyes.

"Who is it?" you ask annoyed.

"It is me Lady Y/n, I'm sorry to bother you but I need your help" Thor asks and you get up and open the door.

"Oh!" he exclaims in surprise as you grumpily stand at the doorway.

"What Thor?" you ask.

"Well I was wondering if you'd be willing to go to Asgard wi-"

"Hel no, fuck that" you say and you go to close the door but he catches it with his foot.

"Wait! Please!" he exclaims.

"No Thor I have to mentally prepare for 'babysitting' your brother tomorrow" you grumble rubbing your eyes.

"Look, I believe that mother would want to see you" he says.

"She's not my mother" you snap and he chuckles.

"What's so funny?" you snap again.

"'She's not my mother', that's one of the most absurd things I've ever heard you say" he mocks you and explains.

"Yeah, I guess she was like a mother to me..." you say trailing off.

"Well, I need to get some of Loki's book for him, want to come?" Thor offers.

You think about the cons and pros of this but you shrug it off.

"Sure, I want to see Frigga" you respond.

"Awesome! I actually thought you were going to decline but you didn't!" he exclaims. If he had a tail I swear that thing would be wagging like crazy.

"Thor... wait up!" you exclaim and run after him.

The two of you rush to the towers rooftop and he changes his clothing with a flash of lightning.

A flash of gold surrounds you and your clothing changes. Starting with your armor: it hugged your body comfortably. The iron was very special and impossible to break. Not even Stormbreaker could break such iron. To start with underneath all the armor was a black bodysuit. The iron started at your shoulders and trailed down to a belt that was tied around your waist. It was lined with (F/D/C) threads that was built into the armor and some hints of gold were visible. You also had on iron boots that reached to your knees. The armor from your torso trailed down into a metal, deadly looking skirt, when spun fast enough, released sharp blades to end the attacker in seconds. On your arms was the same type of iron and it protected your arm from your wrist to your elbow. A pitch black cloak rested on your shoulders as the hood was down due to your helmet. Your helmet was all black with two horns that curved slightly to the side and back(think of maleficent horns). You had several different weapons on you when your magic decided to fail you. First was your metal skirt. There were also small daggers in your boots and on your metal sleeves. On your belt was two giant daggers (your favorites) and on your back was a quiver of arrows and the most deadly and elegant looking bow. It was darker than night and it had lines the color of crimson red(or blood really), it was lined down the sides and the string was unbreakable. At the tips of the bow were gold and silver. The arrows would also return to you when you called for them.

"Ready? Hold on tight" Thor says grabbing your waist and calling Heimdall...