I've been given my own room at the tower. I still prefer my own home, but this place is not so bad. Loki is allowed to roam around the tower now, so we have talked a little. Well, he sent in an astral projection, anyway. We both preferred this method.

I found I didn't mind Thor too much, either. He was less approachable for me than Vision or Loki purely down to the fact that they could take some kind of form that allowed me to touch them, but he was still pretty easy to talk to. Plus I understand him better than most of the others since he is also a little backwards as far as slang is concerned.

I didn't like Stark too much and I'm still pretty annoyed with Natasha for betraying me like that, but Sam, Clint and Bruce were alright, I suppose. We didn't talk too much, really.

As for Steve... he's nice enough and I know he means well, but he's getting kind of pushy with me. He keeps trying to talk to me and insisting that I ask for something if I need it. I don't like it.

Eventually he makes me leave the room for dinner. I'm not very hungry when I leave, but upon seeing what these guys call pizzas, I suddenly find I have an appetite.

Clint pushes a box of the stuff over to me and I gladly take a slice, trying it. It's not exactly what I'd usually eat... but it is now. It's delicious! Since when did public food get so good and in such large quantities?

The moment I remembered myself I slowed down, not wanting to make myself look greedy or show bad manners. But one look at the others told me that I was one of the more dignified ones; Thor was cramming whole slices of pizza into his mouth at a time, Tony was childishly blowing bubbles into his drink through a straw, Wanda had used her telekinesis to float a few pizza slices around her to prevent others from stealing them... not that it worked, they were still being plucked from the air at an alarming rate.

I realised Steve was watching me and I finished chewing before I caught his eye. He smiled at me. I considered smiling back, but in the end settled for letting the corner of my mouth twitch before I turned back. He didn't really seem too fazed.

I can't seem to figure out Steve. Why does he care so much? I'm just some random girl he helped out, nothing more. I'm sure he's helped several other girls, judging by what these guys seem to do for a living. Does he do this for all the girls? Or am I just 'special'?

"You boys are pigs compared to Lexis," Natasha remarked, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Might as well give her a knife and fork," Tony shrugged in his usual joking manner. "Let her show us how it's really done."

"She'd be better than you, Tony," Sam added, causing the others to laugh in agreement. I just watched them curiously. Hm... human interaction these days is... strange. Do they all act like this?

When everyone realises I'm not laughing along, they calm down. An awkward silence ensues, but I eat right through it calmly. Eventually the usual banter returns.

Once the pizza has been finished (it didn't take long, not to my surprise) everyone chatted a little longer before Sam and Bruce made their excuses, leaving. I decided I would, too.

I got up and bowed slightly. "My thanks for a good meal," I recited the phrase like it was last uttered yesterday, then left, finding my own way back to my room.

I didn't get the right one at first and found myself in a room filled with glass animals. I knew it was wrong of me to intrude, but I was fascinated by the beautiful things. I stepped over to the closest shelf and admired them, not touching them for fear of breaking the delicate ornaments.

"Don't touch those!" A voice said suddenly, causing me to start. I almost knocked into the shelf, but I managed not to. I turned to see Bruce there, looking both worried and annoyed.

"I am sorry, I did not mean to intrude," I apologised quickly. "I entered the wrong room and they are exquisite. I was only here a moment, not any longer. Forgive me."

He slowly calmed down a little and took a deep breath. "It's okay, just don't touch them. They're fragile and the... the other guy really likes them. He wouldn't be so pleased if they were damaged."

"I never intended to touch them," I say honestly. I sent him an image of my stumbling upon his room and let him feel the curiosity and awe I felt upon seeing the glass creations. He smiled, amused.

"Need help getting back to your room, kid?" He offered. "I am no child," I say, but allow him to lead me along. "How old are you, then?" He asks, looking me up and down. "Eighteen? Nineteen?"

"Hm... it's been years since I last counted..." I say, adding it all up. "What year is it now?" "2018," he answers. "Surely you can't be older than twenty-two."

"One can only dream," I state wistfully. "If I am correct, I am now... one-hundred and ninety... I believe so, anyway."

"What?!" He seems shocked. "What year were you born in?!" "1828," I answer. "I know it is old for you, but for me it is still quite young. I can withstand up to roughly five centuries before I can be considered old for those like me."

"How many are there?" He asks. "I fear I am the last," I reply. "But there are consequences to the long lifespan. The fear of being touched is among them. I can touch others who are like me, but not regular humans."

"Why exactly can't you touch us?" He's merely curious, but I can't bring myself to tell. Not right now, at least.

"Hopefully, Dr. Banner, you will never have to find out," I say, causing him to know he has to drop the subject altogether.