We got you

Chapter 1

This is a mess. The hall looks like a battle field. There are empty bottles all on the floor, paired with too much confetti and plastic cups of sticky rest of alcohol. Paper streamers are hanging from the lamps on the ceiling and, however someone could lose them, shoes and jackets were lying around. Y/N even thinks she sees a shirt and a dress somewhere in all the garbage. How a party can take a whole tower to turn into a dump is a riddle to her. She sighs and grabs the key to the cleaning room. This will take a while, and she doesn't have that much time to clean everything up. Her boss told her that the hall must be clean at noon, because the owners of the tower would expect some guests. Y/N doesn't care much. They are like normal people to her, and she does not like them very much at the moment. The owners however are well-known to everybody and well-loved from most of them. The Avengers, especially Tony Stark, threw parties like this once a month and somehow, a fact totally oblivious to her, she's always on shift to get their mess back under control and make the fancy tower worth its status again. To Y/N it seems that he often just celebrates because he had the money to do so. It's her 2nd year that she works here now. It doesn't bother her that she's still cleaning the halls and some conference rooms. Y/N doesn't get promoted in all the time, but she loves the job down here. She gets to talk to many people and has free use of the cafeteria without needing to pay for anything. The work hours are nice, too. Sure she has to get up at four in the morning, but she was home latest at two pm. She even gets paid more than any normal cleaning person in other agencies. What was even better is that Y/N works alone most of the time. It's not that she's not getting along with people, but she likes it quiet and nice. So yeah, to clean up the mess the Avengers left for her was okay. Y/N takes her cleaning carriage and makes her way to the front door. She starts with picking up all the cups, bottles and glass shards and throws them into the bags in her carriage. After she fills three of the bags she collects the clothes she could see and places them into a box that she always has in the carriage, too, because this is not the first time that some guests misses their clothes in the morning after a party, and she knows better than to throw them away. As Y/N goes back to the carriage she feels her foot touch something. At first, she thinks that she hopefully didn't stumble against a guest, who was now in a coma in front of her, but then she remembers that she had to see him earlier, so this was not an option. Her second thought is that she stumbled against a glass or something that she missed earlier. Y/N looks down. It was not glass and far away from a human being. Instead, she sees a briefcase. It's made out off leather and looks nice and well cared for. She picks it up. It lies heavy in her hand. Y/N turns it around and opens it. A picture falls out and sails to the ground. She picks it up as well and turns it around, so she can see it better. It's a black and white picture of a woman. She has dark shoulder-length hair. Y/N can't other than to admit that she looks beautiful. But the clothes she wears seem to be from the military, but they were old. Maybe they were from the forties. She looks at the picture and gets a little lost in thoughts about the woman and who might have lost this. "Excuse me?" Y/N shrieks and twitches back, stumbles over her own feet and falls on her butt, the picture and briefcase falling out of her hands. "Holy shit!" She looks up and is met with the face of a blonde man. "Oh shit, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you. Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah. I think so." The man reaches out for her. She hesitates, but he smiles down at her and it looks so innocent and sincere, so she takes his hand and lets him help her up. She claps the dust from her clothes, but the confetti stuck on it like it was glued on. Then she stands up straighter again, while the man smiles kindly at her. She waits for him to speak up and tell her what he needs, but somehow it seems as if he's in his own space "So, how can I help you?"

"Ah right." He shakes his hand and a little bush appears on his face. He scratches the back of his head and points beside her with his other hand. "I wanted to ask if you happen to find a briefcase, but I see you did."