THE MAN offered Mor a friendly smile before glancing down at his wristwatch that Mor thought looked like something antique fanatics would be after.

"It is currently 0508." He said, glancing back up from the watch into the terrified eyes of Morana Lamia.

There was a moment of awkward silence that hung between the two. Though it only seemed to bother Mor, Steve was just unsure how to handle the situation. Thinking this was over, he turned to leave after giving her a small wave. As his stocky body turned away from her, she felt the anxiety creep in, she wanted him to leave but on the other hand, there was a screaming ghost yelling his head off.

"Sabrina! Don't let him walk away! Say something! Tell him he still owes me a new coffee machine and he better have fixed the living room floorboards!" she was convinced that if Tony was alive his face would be flaming red right now.

But she didn't have much time to focus on him because Captain America was about to run for the hills.

"Morana!"

"Tony wants to know if you've fixed the floorboards!" she yelled louder then necessary before flinching and taking a step back when the large man turned around to face her again. He stood stock still while Mor was trembling like a leaf, she could feel a trail of sweat running down her back. Why couldn't she just cleanse her home and send Tony Starks spirit elsewhere? She should've just boofed him away. Or maybe call a legit priest to do it for her.

"I'm sorry?" he had taken a bit more guarded stance but not hostile, his blue eyes assessing the trembling girl.

Tony facepalmed.

"Well done kid, just terrific."

Mor sent him a heated glare before focusing her gaze on Captain America's running shoes again.

"I'm a psychic, which means I sometimes talk to the dead. I'm sorry for- for startling you like that. But there's a restless spirit named Tony Stark who demanded I ask you if you have fixed the floorboards and left his projects untouched." Mor stuttered out as she glanced back up at him to gauge his reaction.

For a second he didn't say anything, but rather scanned their surroundings before looking down at her again. Seeing the distress visible on her face made him relax slightly.

"I'm sorry, I'm not permitted to discuss these things. Where are your parents, kid?" he asked gently, looking around again.

Mor was mortified, he just brushed her off like a fly on the wall.

"I swear I'm going to haunt your dreams Rogers."

"I- well, I can understand the hesitation. It is difficult to believe the dead talk, but trust me, they do. Some never seem to stop." she almost whispered the last part, earning a glare from Tony.

"I admit I am a bit doubtful. How old are you? I don't think it's that safe for you to be wandering the streets alone this early." there was genuine concern in his voice as he placed his hands on his knees and crouched a bit lower to be on eye level with her.

What, did he think she was ten?

"I'm 16, I don't live too far and I'm here only because Tony told me to be here, would you just answer his questions? He's standing right here, next to us."

She shrugged, tilting her head to right where Tony was standing with his hands on his hips. Steve frowned, a haunted look in his eyes as his eyes flickered to the empty space next to them.

Mor had made him sad, and she didn't like it. She wrung her wrists, tugging at the collar of her shirt.

"What's your name?"

"That sounds like something a pedo would ask, Rogers."

"Morana." she croaked out.

Nearing footsteps caught their attention. A man just as large as Captain America was running towards them with a steady pace, a metal hand that glinted in the raising sun caught her attention immediately.

He was one of the Avengers, which one, she didn't know.

His icy stare landed on her as he seemed to study her even from afar. Mor jumped as Steve's large hand landed gently on her shoulder. Her breath hitched, she didn't do well with people, especially strangers.

"Yes, the floorboards are fixed. But I cannot tell you about the suits."

He said as the second man came to a stop, he hadn't even broken a sweat.

"I- yeah, that's- that's alright. I just gotta go, school. Yeah, school. Bye." she stuttered, feeling intimidated to be on the receiving end of their attention.

She hated attention, it felt like she was about to have a full blown panic attack.

The second man said nothing as he looked at her curiously. Steve however called out to her as she turned around and dashed away from them. She couldn't handle their questions gazes for another second.

"Hey, it's okay! Slow down!"

Mor hid behind a tree, sliding down as she desperately fished for her phone that was tucked in her hoodie pocket.

She was panting hard already as she opened her contacts and called the second number. She only had two, she never needed more than two.

Tony was crouching down next to her but she turned away from him, ignoring his soothing words. It rung once, twice. She nearly sobbed at the thought of him not picking up.

"Why are you not in bed missy?" came a tired voice from the other side of the phone. Hearing his brothers voice released the tears she had tried to hold back.

"Reggie I- I can't breathe." she sobbed, her throat closing in and her chest squeezing painfully. His voice cleared at the panic in hers.

"You're doing good, Half Pint. Listen to me, alright? Close your mouth and breathe in through your nose, I'm gonna do it with you, deep breath, now, we are gonna hold it and then breathe out through the mouth."

Mor did her best to follow Reggie's calm instructions. The rapid, uneven breathing pattern changed slowly and the lightheadedness eased.

His calm voice washed over her and when he asked where she was it took her a moment to tell him the address. All the while he kept speaking to her calmly, telling her about his day and what awful coffee he had gotten.

At this point, she had completely calmed down, sitting on the ground and leaning against the tree as Reggie spoke to him. It didn't take long for him to find her, he ended the call.

She cracked her eyes open, looking up at tired-looking Reggie who held his hand out for her. She immediately took it and he pulled her up into a warm hug.

"Hi Half Pint." he whispered as Mor felt the urge to cry again. She didn't even know why, she suddenly felt bad for bothering Reggie.

"I'm sorry."

"Shut up."

She pulled away from the hug, ignoring Tony who was awkwardly standing off to the side, looking as though he'd be anywhere else but there.

"Come on, hop on." Mor didn't need to be told twice as she climbed on his back, enjoying the piggy back ride as Reggie started heading towards his apartment. Mor rested her head on his shoulder.

"Did I tell you about the doctor who kept stealing my food?" he asked suddenly, making Mor shake her head.

"I got a job in a hospital. I mean, I only clean the floors and change the sheets but we cleaners still have to share our lunch space with the almighty nurses and doctors. So, as you know, I make a mean ham sandwich."

Regulus said, ignoring a couple of odd looks that were send their way. Morana just closed her eyes and enjoyed being carried around like a school bag.

"One day on lunch break I came upon an unpleasant surprise when I realized that someone had eaten my sandwich. And that happened again the day after, and the day after that. I kept asking everyone but no one seemed to know anything."

Mor was invested. If someone kept stealing her lunch she'd go ballistic. She loves her food.

"Did you find the thief?"

Reggie shot her amused grin, his curls falling over his green eyes as he turned away.

"Of course I did, who do you take me for, Brat?" he said, puffing his chest like a penguin. Mor rolled her eyes but couldn't keep the grin from her face.

"Chili peppers were my co-detectives. I put a whole lot of peppers in. I found the thief inhaling cartons of milk. It was the receptionist! Could you believe it?! I always thought she looked so innocent. But we are now officially enemies."

He stated proudly as he skillfully unlocked an old wooden door. It wouldn't do much against burglars that's for sure.

Reggie's flat was a rather small place with only one bedroom and a connected kitchen and living room. There was barely any room for one person, let alone two.

He kicked his shoes off and stomped right into his bedroom. Turning around, he threw Mor on the bed, making her shriek as she had nearly fallen asleep.

She sent him an unimpressed look, making him chuckle as he sat down to take off her shoes.

"Wait, did you just get back from work?"

He nodded, throwing her shoes in the corner lazily before standing up and grabbing a cherry red shirt with panda prints on it, he sniffed it, nodded as if to say that'll do and threw it at Mor's head.

"Yeah, but I've got some stuff to do so, sleep, child." he said dramatically before scratching the back of his head, he really needed to get his hair done.

"Reg, I'm not gonna hog your bed." Mor said, pushing herself up from the comfortable sheets.

"I'm the older sibling, you do as I say. So, get some sleep, I'm gonna cook something. See you again in a couple of hours."

He said, picking up some of his clothes to throw them in the washer. Without letting her say another word, Regulus left the room, closing the door behind him.

Mor couldn't see Tony anywhere, but she was pretty sure he was creeping around in her brothers living room.

She hid her face in the crook of her elbow, tugged the blanket over her head and fell asleep instantly.