Author's note: Three exams down, one to go, I have my last one tomorrow morning but after having almost six hours of exams today I'm having a small break (probably won't do any revision tonight hehe) (why am I like this). Anyways here is chapter seven which is a bit shorter, please leave a comment if you enjoyed and help me come up with a name for this! I'm so stuck :(( Hope you enjoy! 

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When you woke up it was light outside. You knew that because your eyelids were burning.

You lay very still as you regained consciousness, feeling a throbbing in the base of your skull which couldn't be good. Ow.

"Morning sunshine! How's that head?"

That was Tony. Too loud. Far too loud. You made an indistinguishable noise from under the blanket you were hiding beneath and heard him laugh. How was he so lively?

"Don't worry, I haven't seen anyone else yet. Last night was wild, even by my standards."

You emerged bleary-eyed from your cocoon and shielded your eyes from the sunlight streaming through the windows straight into your face. Tony was doing something in the kitchen, dressing gown and slipper clad.

"You managed to make it to bed then." you croaked, gesturing at his attire.

"Thanks to Pep, I was well looked after. What about you? I refuse to believe you made it there tucked under a blanket under your own steam." Tony asked, at the exact same moment that you remembered who had helped you last night.

"I can't remember." you lied, pretending to look thoughtful. Loki had been so nice to you! If that wasn't a breakthrough you didn't know what was. Had he stayed until you fell asleep? Why was your brain not working? Something about a favour...?

"Huh, that's weird. Want some eggs?"

"Please." you replied, eager to change the subject. You didn't think Loki would appreciate it if you told everyone what had happened, he had a stone-cold reputation to uphold.

You chatted to Tony about what you remembered of the party, and then he served eggs and toast which you sat at the table with him to eat. It was delicious, and you ate in silence for a while.

"So, how do you feel about joining the team?"

Unfortunately, you had chosen that exact moment to swallow the food in your mouth at the time, and you gasped in surprise, subsequently causing you to choke. Tony leaned towards you in concern, but you waved him away, not in any imminent danger.

"You what?!" you finally managed to say, wiping your streaming eyes.

"I don't know why you're crying, I thought it was obvious that you were joining! Unless you don't want to of course." Tony replied, evidently holding back a wide smile.

"I just... you can't announce stuff like that at breakfast! Don't the others need to- I mean, yes, god yes, of course I want to join, I just thought it was so soon..." you rambled, in shock.

"So, that's a good feeling then? I couldn't quite tell."

"I- yes. Yes. Please." It was at this point that you decided to stop trying to talk.

"You've taken incredibly well to training, and you have your 'mist'; truthfully you already feel like one of the team and you've only been around for just over two weeks. Obviously you'll need more training before we can take you out in the field, and there'll need to be an official initiation to announce it to the public, and we'll need to get you some gear... sound good?

You nodded, too overwhelmed to speak.

"I know someone who might be able to help with your 'mist', but we need to keep it under wraps for now, just in case."

"I talked to Loki about it actually." you told him, and Tony frowned.

"When was this?"

"The night you left me on my own with him. We had... a chat." You decided not to mention the fact that he had thrown a knife at your head.

"Oh?"

"He told me that my magic was Asgardian... and really strong. He couldn't read my mind like he can the rest of you..."

"Hang on, he what?"

Oops.

"He can read minds. But not mine."

Tony was staring at you in shock.

"You're... Asgardian? Like Thor?"

You sighed.

"I don't know. Maybe, maybe not. But my magic is definitely Asgardian."

"And Reindeer Games has been reading our minds. How fun."

You couldn't help but laugh.

"Reindeer Games? What's that about?"

"Just a nickname. Y'know, like from the song Rudolph..."

"Yeah, I get it, very funny. You should go easy on him though; try not to piss him off. He's not that bad." you said,

"Y/N, you didn't have to fight him in the attack. Do you know he threw me out of the penthouse window? That's up there. Very high up." Tony told you, pointing upwards towards the penthouse as though you didn't know where 'up' was.

"I... did not know that, but Thor said he was being brainwashed, and I believe that." you retorted, more defensively than you'd intended.

Tony opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by Clint staggering through the door.

"Eggs." he said, pointing towards your empty plates, and then fell on to the sofa headfirst.

"Morning Clint." you said tentatively, as Tony got up to make some more eggs. You received a grunt in response, and then Nat entered the room, carrying a pair of familiar looking shoes. She put them on the table in front of you and joined Clint on the sofa.

"They were expensive. Don't lose them again."

Hungover Nat was pissed off.

"Yes ma'am." you replied, pulling the shoes towards you; Tony chuckled.

All of a sudden you remembered the comment Nat had made before the party yesterday, possibly triggered by the annoyed look on her face.

"Hey, Nat, what was that about yesterday before the party when you didn't want me talking to anyone? You said something about not wanting to lose me... what does that mean?" you asked.

"Uh... it doesn't matter kid, we just need to be careful. Nothing for you to worry about." Tony interjected quickly.

"I'm not a child." you reminded him for seemingly the millionth time. "Am I in danger?"

"Possibly." Nat said, at the same time as Tony said "No!"

You looked to Nat for an explanation, your heart rate suddenly quite a bit faster.

"Not imminent danger. But if certain people find out that you've got magic, well, that probably wouldn't be ideal." Nat told you, frowning at Tony who was violently shaking his head behind you.

"What certain people?" you asked.

"SHIELD, for one, probably won't be too happy about it, especially when you're officially an Avenger..."

"Hang on, you knew about this too? That I was being recruited?"

"I've been training you these past two weeks, what do you think?"

"Congrats Y/N." Clint said from his position on the sofa, giving you a backwards thumbs up.

"Thanks Clint. So, you're saying that these certain people might do what? If they find out about my magic."

Nat opened her mouth, and closed it again.

"You're safe here, you don't need to worry about what 'might' happen, okay? But it would be a good idea to keep it quiet, at least for now, while you're still our newbie." Tony reassured you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

You nodded, trying not to feel nervous. Tony was right, there was no safer place for you than right here in the Avengers Tower. Clint managed to get up to eat his breakfast and you returned to your sofa, thinking about what had just been said.

"Don't worry about it, you'll only stress yourself out." Nat told you, tapping your forehead gently. You wished it was that simple.

Slowly over the next hour or so, everyone found their way to the kitchen, and Tony made breakfast for everyone who arrived, saying that it was his duty because he'd thrown the party and was the reason for all of the headaches. No one disagreed.

Last to arrive was Loki; he entered the room largely unnoticed and sat himself opposite you, a split second of eye contact the only sign of acknowledgement you received. Still, that was more than anyone else had got. The next few minutes were fairly uneventful, everyone partook in their own conversations apart from you, Loki and Clint, who apparently had fallen back asleep at the table. That was, until Tony decided to make an announcement.

"Everyone listen up a sec, just thought you should know that Reindeer Games can read all of our minds, apart from Y/N's, so if you have any dark secrets-"

"What?! I thought he wasn't meant to be able to use magic!" Steve exclaimed, alongside several other angry and disapproving comments. Loki was staring at you. He was angry, you realised very quickly. That was unfair, how had you known Tony was going to tell everyone? Okay, so maybe you shouldn't have told Tony...

"Sorry." you mouthed discretely, before gasping in pain as you were hit by a blinding headache. Except you knew it wasn't a normal headache.

"Y/N? You knew about this? Why didn't you tell us?" Bruce was asking you, having seen your not so discreet apology. Everyone was watching you.

"Sorry... I guess it slipped my mind..."

"It slipped your mind?!" Steve said incredulously.

It was hard to construct a defence when your head was being split in two.

"Hey, Y/N, don't cry, we just sort of tend to tell each other important stuff, like when there's a mind reader in our midst, stuff like that."

"I'm not crying." you muttered, blinking hard to clear your vision. The pain was fading now. Loki wasn't looking at you.

"I'm sorry I forgot to tell you, I've had some stuff going on."

"Stuff which made you forget to mention this?!"

"Stuff including finding out that I might not even be from this world, and that certain people might try and kidnap me if they find out about my magic, actually. Is that good enough for you?"

Silence. The pain vanished.

Tony threw his hands up as several accusatory glances were thrown his way.

"Look at Nat, not me."

Nat shrugged. "She needs to know."

"What do you mean you might not be from this planet Y/N?" Bruce asked curiously.

"My magic is Asgardian." you said.

"According to who?"

You pointed at Loki.

"It is." Loki said, looking directly at Bruce, who in turn looked away uncomfortably. It was rare for Loki to speak in front of the whole group.

"So, you're from the same place as Thor?" Bucky questioned.

You shrugged in response. You would love to know the answers to all of these questions yourself.

"I'm going to shower." you said, standing up and leaving the room in silence, not looking at anyone. You were aching and tired and hungover; you didn't want the drama, you wanted a hot shower and to go back to bed.

After you'd showered you got into fresh pyjamas, closed the blinds and got into bed, immediately feeling your eyes starting to droop. You felt kind of bad for snapping at everyone, but oh well, you'd sort it out later today after you had slept and felt less irritated. It was about thirty seconds before you were asleep again.