(Tony's P.O.V.)

The simultaneous "TONYYYYYY"s that smacked his face when he staggered out of the elevator into the living room the next morning were most unwelcome. He flopped down onto the sofa, ignoring the cries of "How was your date?" "When will we get to meet her?" "Did you tell Carol I said hi?" which filled his ears as the other Avengers crowded around him.

Someone (he couldn't really tell, but he was pretty sure it was Thor. Like 12% sure.) handed him a mug of coffee for him to partly drink and partly spill down his shirt. Someone else (Steve maybe?) tutted like a grandma (yep, definitely Steve) and threw him a towel.

"So how was it?" asked someone (WHY WERE THEY ALL CROWDING HIM?!) excitedly.

How was what? Oh right, he'd taken Avila on a date. "Fiiiiine."

Someone else squealed (was that NAT?) and shrieked "DETAILS" too loudly to possibly be good for human health.

"Uh...I kissed her?" Tony said, fumbling for more coffee, which was given to him by an unknown hand.

"YOU DID?!?!?!" Okay, that was at least five people.

"Yeah, I did. Can y'all stop screaming it's too early and mmphhghhbughhhh so SLEEPY," Tony groaned, slithering off the sofa and onto the floor with a thump.

"Sleepy? MY GOD TONY IT'S LIKE NOON," Wanda screamed (didn't he just tell them not to scream?), shaking his shoulders and squeezing them way too hard.

"It is?" He mumbled, trying to remember which direction the clock was in.

"Have you been drinking, Tony?" There was no way that wasn't Steve.

"Uhhhh..." Had  he been drinking?

"Mr Stark had seventeen glasses of vodka when he returned home last night," Jarvis informed them all unhelpfully.

Instantly, Tony was enveloped in disapproving remarks, shaking heads and tutting Avengers.

"G'way," he mumbled, swatting at them with a hand, and receiving an "ow" that had him on his feet and running immediately.

He had just accidentally slapped Nat.

(Avila's P.O.V.)

Avila was in her lab, inventing a time machine.

Yes, a TIME MACHINE.

If the Time Stone can do it, she thought, then so can technology. So she first spent a few hours (or days???) doing math, and then proceeded to drill, saw, solder and hammer (there was more hammering than you'd expect) for another couple of hours (or days).

When she emerged, it was somehow  Wednesday. She'd spent a week in the lab (per usual, though she'd never admit it). Carol was sitting on the sofa filing her nails calmly.

"I see you're alive," she remarked casually.

"Not so sure about that," mumbled Avila, flopping down next to her.

She checked her phone.

Tony Stark (47 missed calls)

Well, shit.

(Tony P.O.V.)

The phone rang in Tony's hand and he almost dropped it in his hurry to answer. She called him back!

"Hey Avila," he said, sounding very calm but internally dying, "how're you?"

"Hi, Tony," came the muffled voice, "sorry I didn't take your calls, I've been down in the lab all week."

Nat jumped up, whisper-shouting, "YOU DO THAT TOO, TONY! SOULMATES AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE..."

Dammit, it was on speaker. "Who's that?" Avila asked.

Before Tony could reply, Wanda snatched his phone (when did she enter the room?) and said,

"Hi I'm Wanda Maximoff. We met at the party I think? And the person who yelled just now was Natasha Romanoff. So you're Avila! It is Avila, right? Tony's told us absolutely nothing about you! Blah blah blah blahblahblah blah blahblah blah blah..."

Tony expected her to hand back the phone after five minutes or so, but instead, all the Avengers except him talked with her for 90 minutes and managed to:

- Arrange a shopping trip with Nat, Wanda, Avila and Hope

- Get Avila to promise to visit sometime

- Receive a full explanation of her powers and what they can do (pretty much anything)

- Ask about her backstory and find out that it's a "sensitive subject to be discussed another time"

- Invite her to dinner that night

The last one was the worst. Tony literally covered his ears and squeezed his eyes shut as soon as they asked. When he opened them, they had ended the call.

"She'll be here at seven!" Sam cheered.

Tony sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Time to spend the entire afternoon deciding on clothes and cologne.

YAYYYYY I UPDATED! ANOTHER SHORT CHAPTER SORRY AGAIN!
Btw the gif at the top is Tony's current emotion: ughhhhhhh.
Enjoy!