Tony Stark
Is anyone else enjoying this day?

Pepper Potts
Yeah

Bruce Banner
Guys, look at your names

Sargent Bucky Barnes
Holy shit

Steve Rogers
Language, Buck.

Ms Natasha Romanoff
More importantly, look at what Spidergirl renamed herself.

  Everyone did, to find her name 'I knew for a long time."

Spiderman
I mean, I'm not Spooder now.

Mr. Laufreyson
Is that what you're worried about? This child is likely in danger.

Vision
A few people have formalities, hinting toward possible favourites.

Tony Stark
Her favourite, as she had told me when I gave her the name, was Spider.

Mr. Laufreyson
Either Willow, or Sora.

Spiderman
What?

Mr. Laufreyson
They both call me Mr. Laufreyson.

Tony Stark
SHE MET YOU?

  It hurt. Her legs were burning up, and she had no idea what happened. Then it came back to her. The building. The beam. Her endless cries for help, muffled by her pained tears. Darkness. A hospital. Stark Tower med bay, not hospital. Changing everyone's contacts. Russian accents and lots of sedative.

  She was pulled to her feet. "She's already been brought down. They don't care that it took a year with Loki, because she's already been broken. It'll work, I promise." He spoke with a thick Russian accent. They said Loki? But Mr. Laufreyson was mind controlled by Thanos, supposed leader of purple puppet guys, who's name started with C, but she'd never paid attention. "Move!" The second guard shoved her into a room, with a clear conduit of lightning at the edge of the room. A long copper bar. The first guard gripped her right hand, and forced a hand cuff on it. They pushed the other on the bar. With a knock to the back of the knee, she was using the copper pipe to prop herself up, for just a second, allowing the other guard to pull a lever, initiating enough electricity to force her hand to tighten. Her world went black. For the last time.

  He knew something was wrong. He could sense it. Like electricity, blooming from the spot Willow had sat. He knew he needed to tell someone, but he didn't know if anyone would listen. His brother, perhaps. Someone who didn't fear him, yet someone who didn't understand him. He pulled his phone again, to ask for his help.

Loki
Brother, I believe something is wrong.

Thor
WHAT IS IT LOKI

Loki
You said Sora was in the med bay?

Thor
YES

SHES NOT THERE

Loki
Bring me with you when you look for her. Please.

  He was afraid he might never get used to Thor's broken way of texting. He didn't exactly care for the girl. He just developed a mutual understanding, which made him not want her to disappear.

  His brother had known there was something wrong. He had cared for someone, so he would honour his request to help look. He needn't bring it up with Stark, knowing that the man wouldn't accept. The Ironman was looking for possible clues of where she went, which was when they found the note.
Hail Hydra

  Peter was furious. His friend disappeared, and he couldn't help. He'd found off Mr. Thor that Mr. Loki was coming. He supposed it made sense, seeing as Willow trusted him. What didn't make sense, was that Willow also trusted him.The others had been released from the Raft, and were now safe to help with the case, but he wasn't. Black Panther, the man whose father had been killed by the Winter Soldier, was helping– on a case which the Winter Soldier was going on! Luckily for Peter, that meant the Princess of Wakanda was coming to the tower. He wouldn't let Sora have all the fun. 

   She just heard the news off her brother. Her friend had been kidnapped by HYDRA, and it pained her that she couldn't get to New York faster. She was also saddened to the fact that she couldn't help, but would instead be hanging out at the Tower with Tony Stark's intern, Peter Parker, who she'd heard a lot about from Willow. It all reminded her of the good memories; meeting her, talking about whatever movies or shows the two had watched, gossiping about the Avengers, and re-enacting vines.

  Sora removed her mask, revealing a symmetrical face, with brown eyes, fair skin, and dark, almost black hair lining it. Her elbow length hair had been tied up behind her head. "Willow, nice to meet you."
"Shuri, it's a pleasure."
"Well, Ms Shuri, is there any part of this lab where explosives are kept? I need to know where Peter can and can't go." She'd laughed at that, even though she didn't know who Peter was.
"Just Shuri. We don't keep many explosives, but the ones we do have are over there." She'd raised a hand in the general direction of the bombs, and the two kept going back and forth on who they would rather blow up. A few names were Tony Stark, Odin, Vision, and Willow's Math Teacher.

—-—-—

  "Have you ever seen Rick and Morty?" She'd asked.
"Of course, I'm not some uncultured swine."
"Where are my testicles, Summer?" Shuri put on her best robot voice, bringing a hefty laugh out of Willow. The two went on about their favourite quotes.
"I'm Mr. Meseeks look at me!" Was thrown in by Willow. One of Shuri's was an episode or two before that, when Rick and Morty were discussing Morty's big... dump.
"No that part was real. You're currently sleeping in your own shit. It got everywhere. Some got in my mouth." (OK LOOK 'JERRY' (a character from Rick and Morty, I have no problems with people named Jerry.) I KNOW I DIDNT DO THE QUOTE RIGHT! I'M WRITING WITHOUT WIFI AND I DONT REMEMBER THE EPISODE)

—-—-—

  "Have you seen that Spiderman movie? The one where Andrew Garfield plays some random character named Chris Hiddleston?"
"Oh, yeah! The Amazing Spiderman! I liked the second one."
"That one's good. I didn't even like Gwen, but his acting... man."

—-—-—

  "Did you know Dr. Banner's powers came from his dad, who experimented on himself?" Shuri started.
"Wait, what?"
"Yeah. He then tried to kill Bruce, but failed when his mother stopped him."
"Holy shit. He went through a lot." Willow began scratching down a note:
Don't talk about fathers in front of Dr. Banner, Mr. Stark, Mr. Laufreyson
"Mr. Laufreyson?" She asked as she ran down the list.
"Loki Laufreyson." Willow had clarified.

  She just wanted to sit around, fidgeting with some device, and gossiping, with her friend.