I DON'T OWN THE AVENGERS! D: It's just a story, okay? :))

"Tony, please stop singing." A brunette scoffed as she flopped on the couch. She was wearing a tight blue V-cut blouse, a short black skirt and dark stockings, with matching high heels. She had pale complexion and her body shape was very feminine. Her long dark brown hair was a little curly at the front, yet it was very smooth. Her bright chocolate eyes sparkle through her long lashes, it was clear and innocent through her glasses. She was only nineteen, yet she was very mature in thinking, strategy, and actions. She was very well-trained, ever since she was a child. Nick Fury treated her like a daughter of his own, with Phil Coulson as her 'uncle'.

Right now, she was simply siting down on a red couch, waiting for Phil to show up. She was instructed to visit Tony Stark-Iron Man-and wait for Phil to arrive. Though, she was growing impatient as the old man, wearing a grey shirt and dark pants, kept on singing with his Ipod—currently playing 'Empire State of Mind'.

"Come on, Narcissa." Tony smirked, holding up his glass of wine, "Live a little." He extended his glass to her, only to receive a polite decline from the female.

"I prefer to live longer, never a little." Narcissa retorted as she sat back, her hands placed on her lap as she looked over to the window, watching the lights of New York City. She was well aware that a crazed freak had invaded Earth and stole the Tesseract from them. She heard from Nick that the alien was a god from Asgard; which she thought was just a fairytale she didn't bother believing when she was just a child. The god was named Loki, God of Mischief. He seemed to have control Prof. Selvig and—curse him—Hawkeye.

She lowered her head as the thought of her good buddy being controlled by an enemy entered her mind, yet the elevator's ding snapped her out of it. She thought it could be Pepper, since she wasn't anywhere to be seen. J.A.R.V.I.S, though, announced who it was.

"Sir, Agent Coulson is here." J.A.R.V.I.S stated, with a hint of amusement in his voice. Talk about computers.

Frowning as Tony rested his glass on the bar, he walked up to see Phil walking inside. He greeted Tony with a simple smile, before he was attacked by a hug from the teen. Nevertheless, he hugged her in return.

"You are late." Narcissa growled, as she innocently smiled at him. Phil let go of her as he patted her head, softly. "Traffic."

She snorted at the reply before jumping on the couch, once again. She flipped her phone and started texting someone. Tony and Phil shrugged as she glared at them when they tried to see who she was texting. "Might be a lover." Tony playfully hit Phil's arm with his elbow.

"Director Fury would kill that guy." Phil said as he gave him the folder that was written 'Top Secret' on the front. Tony frowned, but took it and took the tape inside of it as he inserted it in his computer. He started reading all the files in it, including the mission about Loki. Phil allowed himself to sit across Narcissa who continued texting.

Narcissa looked up to him, raising a brow. Phil smiled simply as he tried to asked who she was texting. Before he opened his mouth, "Uncle Phil. It's none of your business whom I text." She said, her eyes focused on the phone.

Phil sighed, forgetting that she had the abilities to read minds. She was simply a marvelous girl that had contributed her powers for good. That made him proud to be the one who was always there to help her and assist her with her studies, training, and practice. Fury and him had better trust management, when she arrived.

His thoughts were interrupted when his phone buzzed. He flipped it open to see a text from Narcissa. He glanced to her, then back to his phone. He opened the text,

Uncle, can you buy ice cream later? :D

He chuckled and saw Narcissa, smiling childishly. She was still a child. He slowly nodded and she mouthed a 'thank you'. Tony then came over to Phil and they started talking about the mission, while Narcissa stood up and walked over to the glass windows. Her attention was on Central Park, so many memories were made there.

Her phone started buzzing. She sighed and flipped the phone open, expecting a text from Natasha. Instead, she received a text from Clint Barton, Hawkeye. Her brown eyes widen as she quickly opened his message.

Miss me, Narcissa? You should have been there to join us. Loki keeps on talking about you. His prize possession. Be alert, we might just be there to abduct you.

She turned her head around and there was panic in her eyes. Tony noticed it, then he frowned. "Narci? You alright?"

She slowly nodded, shaking her head as well. "I-I'm fine, Tony. It's nothing."

"You sure?" Phil looked at her, worriedly.

"Yes, Uncle." Narcissa looked back to the window, her hand gripping on her cellphone. "I'm perfectly fine."