I couldn't believe my tired eyes as the elevator doors revealed a large living area. Cozy, despite the size. My mouth gaped in wonder until a voice pried me from my trance. "I'm guessing you're the kid who brought down reindeer games."

Realizing that I was gawking, I quickly adjusted myself. "Um..." A slight cough escapes as I attempt to clear my throat. "...I'm-I'm Donnie. You must be Mr. Stark, right?" My serious and intrigued question changes in tone from what it sounded in my head as my voice betrays me, wavering in intimidation and awkwardness. "You can call me Tony. But everyone just knows me as Iron Man."

His bright smile doesn't make me any calmer. I had just cursed myself out for being nervous. However, he doesn't seem to notice my frustration. "Come on and I'll give you a quick look around." He looked behind me, smiling at Thor. Why do I feel so uneasy? I fake a smile and follow Tony, Thor disappearing somewhere. Though, he must be busy considering his brother had just been imprisoned.

"Everyone's waiting for ya, kid. But first, you might want to drop your stuff off." With the press of a button, the door slides open. Chills play my spine like a child with a xylophone, quickly pausing after moving back and forth roughly. Waves of cold air prick at my skin. And I see the man clad in green still unconscious, splayed on the floor of a small, box-like prison.

Funny how I can remember Thor's name, but the moment I try to remember his brother, everything goes blank. "I haven't really set it up yet. But..." A hand on my back eases me forwards, past the glass cage. "Oh, and don't worry too much about him. All his powers are confined to that little room. Even his clones can't get very far. Though, we have had a few hiccups in shielding the psychological powers. If something happens, just call me and I can-" "I shouldn't have much of an issue. I really hate to interrupt, but I can handle myself. I promise." I turn my head to face him. "If I truly need something, I won't hesitate to ask."

A sweet smile spreads across my face like wildfire, masking my anxiety associated with the job I have been assigned. He chuckles a bit at my faked enthusiasm and courage. "Well, I still figured if give the whole 'there if you need it' spiel."

His free hand - the one *not* keeping me moving forward - gestures to the keypad on the wall. "I already set some crap up; a mattress, some outlets. Stuff like that. It's just up to you to...decorate." He pressed a couple of buttons, the door before us sliding open. We're met with a small cot-like bed, the mattress relatively new. A small wood shelf, placed just high enough for me to see over. A short wooden dresser. "It's still a bit small, but this is what I could come up with in short notice. You think it's good enough?" My jaw dropped. This was done for me? "Yes! Yeah. It perfect." I try to regain my composure, clearing my throat a bit. Well, I don't feel awkward or anything... I step inside before he can say much else. "I just need a blanket. Then I'm alright." Turning, a small smile creeps across my face. "Thank you." He adjusts his sunglasses, returning a genuine grin. "Well, good to hear. I'm going to be finishing up and putting in a window so you can keep an eye on the troublemaker. But for a little while, you'll need to behave yourself." He chuckled a bit and moves his head, gesturing to the sleeping god. "Don't wanna give him any ideas now, do we?" It takes me a moment to realize what he means.

"Uh...behave?" You tilted your head. I get not giving him any chance to escape, but what does that have to do with me sleeping? Or, better yet, reading. And then it hit me- until they can obstruct his view, I'll need to find a way to change clothes... My eyes widen a slight bit and my muscles subconsciously tense up, leaving me to straighten out again. I flush a bit. "I don't really understand how changing clothes affect how I'm 'behaving', but I'll try not to let him see me." Now was his turn to look at me oddly. "...i meant...just..." He snickers a bit, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Nevermind. Just be careful. We're still working out kinks in the cell and the prisoner." He turns to leave, winking. "Stay safe." And with that, he was gone again. Kinks? I shook my head. What the hell is up with Mr. Stark? Er...Tony.

'Don't dwell on it too much. You still need to unpack and introduce yourself.' The small voice intruded, and I nodded to myself. Right... With a small sigh, I pick up my mother again, placing her on the small shelf. There. Now it already feels like home. With a quick few minutes, I have everything stowed away into the various drawers. Neat and tidy. The bed is still bare, though Tony mentioned I might want to decorate. Not that I need much. Besides, my mom never liked the clutter of decoration. Just a bed is all I need, and places for storage. All I was really allowed to have. While moving things around, I found a few more buttons on the wall. I had concluded they were emergency and communication buttons after pressing one and a feminine voice asked which I had intended. She said her name was...Friday?? A bit odd, but maybe I'm mistaking it for Freyda or something?

The god still lays on the floor of his prison, and I scurry off. Minutes must've turned into years because I had almost forgotten what I was doing in the chamber. And why the man in green was still asleep. But regardless, I made my way to the elevator yet again. "...which floor did he say again?" With a spark of panic, I pace in front of the pair of metal doors. "Uhm..." My teeth bite at my nails, nervous about asking for help. "Kid, if you need help, then ask for it" I jump in fear as Mr. - I mean... uh... Tony's voice - echoes around me. "...what floor am I to meet you on?" My cheeks flush pink in embarrassment. Well, I'm just fucking up left and right.

13 Minutes of laughter and explanations later, I'm finally in front of the Avengers in all my flustered...heroineism? Is that a thing? Well...now that I think of it, even if it was a word, I'd be lying.

Thor stands close to me, a hand on my shoulder. "The woman before us, though seemingly average, has performed a great feat of bravery and selflessness today! I'm aware that you were all present to view the results. However, it has been decided that we will welcome her to join us and prevent Loki from causing more damage to Midgard and its citizens! Please welcome miss Donnie Charm." Loki. So that's the name of the guy I knocked out. With a moment to think, I smile, waving hesitantly at the small group before me.

"Well, is everyone just going to stay quiet?" A woman with bright red hair steps up, extending a hand to me. "Natasha Romanov. Black widow." I shake her hand. She then turns around, facing the others. "Finally good to not deal with them alone." She chuckles a bit, gesturing to all the males surrounding us. Someone chuckled, their baritone voice laced humorously. "What about me?" A man in purple and black smiled at us. She rolled her eyes playfully, returning his smile. Her hands made some signals as she spoke. "You're okay. They can be a bit annoying." I watch intently, curious. It took a moment to process. "Oh, he's deaf?" Natasha nods. "Yep. That's Clint." I smile softly as he comes closer, extending my hand to him. "I'm Clint. But here, I'm called Hawkeye." "Nice to meet you." my awkward stance shifting until I'm relaxed.

Slowly, the others stand. "Steve Rogers." The man in red, white, and blue extended a large firm hand. "Captain America. A pleasure to meet you." With a nod and a smile, he's once again out of the way.

"Bruce. Though, I'm sure you know the angry fella better." He chuckles a bit and awkwardly holds out a hand. "Dr. Banner. I learned quite a bit about you in school. It's nice to meet you in person." I gave a cheerful grin, shocking him slightly. "I'm excited to work with both of you." Stepping aside, I saw him change a bit. He seemed happier. "And I'm Tony Stark, Billionaire. I think we've met...but just in case." He smirks, ruffling my hair. "Welcome to the crew, Donnie." 

My eyes must've turned into bowling balls for a moment from rolling my eyes as his hand fell onto my shoulder. "Now, play nice. You've gotta keep the drama-queen from destroying things again." He starts, looking me in the eyes. "Maybe before long, you could join us in the war zone, but ya still gotta prove that you're worth the trouble. Plus, there are hundreds of others who want to be here. Don't make a time-bomb. Got it?" All I can think to do is nod, acknowledging his words. It's funny how I didn't realize how big the opportunity is until I was here. Hundreds? And they chose me after...what, not even an hour? I freeze. What if I fuck it up? My anxieties must've been plain because Tony snapped my attention back with a pat on the shoulder. "Ey. Kid. Chill out. I don't need to make another one of these." He chuckles, pointing to the blue glow coming through his shirt. "You'll do great. You just might need to train for a bit, but we've got faith in ya." With a small clap on the shoulder, he backs off again.

"So, need anything for your room?" His tone becomes more interested. "Just a blanket and I'm set." My uneasiness returns. I'm not really sure why I want to decorate. I've never been allowed, and I'm not the best decorator. I guess that's just me. "Really? No coat of paint, no lights, nothing to doodle in or read? Plain Jane?" "Yep." He tilts his head. All that came from his parted lips was a confused "huh". The room grew quiet, stealing any and all noise. Even my own heartbeat and 'static' seemed dull in my own ears. Grggllm. Suddenly, my stomach betrays the silence, leaving my face a pale shade of embarrassed yet again.

Natasha smiles, grabbing my arm gently and pulling me away. "How about when shes less flustered you can take her shopping. Right now, we're hungry." Relief clears my head, taking a deep, steady breath. "He can be a bit much at times. Don't be scared to admit it." Her whisper calms me. I nod. Funny how I never know how to react in situations. We make it into the kitchen and she rifles through the fridge. "Let's see here... What do you want to eat? We've got a shit-ton." I shrug, indifferently. "I'm not really a picky person I guess. As long as it's not poisoned, I'm good." A chuckle floats through my throat. "Well, then I guess you're stuck with PB and J for now, then." With a quick movement, she has the supplies in hand and the doors closed. I think I'm really going to like working here. Even if I won't be needed for very long.