Hey, first Avengers fic! :D Are you guys excited as I am? Probably not, but whatever! This story amuses me. The idea is thanks to my cousin and fellow fanfiction writer jennnaaelizabeth. She wrote an Outsiders (AMAZING book) version of this story. You should check it out *WINK, WINK*. (Shameless promotion right there folks!) Anyways, main characters are Loki and Steve. THIS IS NOT SLASH! Avenger!Loki. There are no established relationships, such as Clintasha, etc. Enjoy! Reviews are welcome! This will be about fifteen chapters. Remember, reviews make my muse happy. A happy muse equals more updates! :) Sorry, rambling. Read on, and enjoy!
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Ashlyn's P. o. V:
I scream as loud as I can, hoping that a passerby will hear me. Alas, no such luck. The mugger yanks my purse off my arm and shoves me to the ground. His accomplice points a gun at me. "Scream again, and you'll have a billet between your eyes," he threatens. Despite my large fortune, I only carry a small amount of cash on me. The mugger grabs the money out of my purse and grunts displeasedly.
"This isn't all you have. Search her." I am roughly manhandled, being thoroughly searched. The robber tears off my shirt and coat, leaving me in my bra. He searches the pockets, before throwing then to the ground.
"Take off your shoes and pants!" he barks. I quickly do so, praying that he won't shoot me. "Socks too!" I quickly pull them off as well. He searches my dropped clothes, trying to find any hidden money. "She's clean. She isn't carrying any more money on her," the man growls. The other thief sneers.
"Well, let's not let this go to waste," he says, eying up my almost naked body. When he makes a move to restrain me, I hear a whirring sound. I whip my head around, only to see the assailant flying backwards. The other robber is hit with what looks like a burst of pure energy. Both muggers are leaning against the wall, slumped to the ground, unconscious. A large robot looking thing walks towards me. Suddenly, it clicks. Iron Man! What would he be doing here?
"Are you okay?" he asks. I nod numbly, then jump up and try to get her my shredded clothes. I pull the pants on, then try to piece together my shirt. Much to my dismay, it is beyond saving. Iron Man walks towards me, offering me his hand. I am about to take it when a sudden commotion behind him causes me to look up. The rest of the Avengers have arrived. Captain America has his shield up in front of him, Hawkeye has his bow and arrow ready, and Black Widow has her guns out of the holster. Thor, Loki, and the Hulk are nowhere to be seen. Captain America blushes and turns away. However, Black Widow walks over and offers me her jacket. I put it on gratefully.
"Hey, I recognize you!" Iron Man says. "You're that lawyer's daughter, Ashlyn Hilo!" I blush and nod. "Your dad is Jacob Hilo, correct?" I nod again. "He has quite a few enemies. Come with us. We'll protect you," Iron Man informs me, once again offering me his hand. Captain America speaks up.
"She can ride with me on my motorcycle. It's safer." I smile, a little relieved. I wasn't looking forward to flying through the air with only Iron Man's metal hands holding me. I walk over to him and follow him out of the alleyway. I feel slightly awkward, wearing nothing but my ripped jeans and Black Widow's jacket. Captain America is a perfect gentleman, offering me the helmet. I put it on thankfully. It is a little big, but for the short ride, it will suffice. Captain America kick starts his ride, and soon, we are riding down the streets. In about five minutes, we arrive at the large tower. Captain America punches a code into the door, and we both walk inside. Pepper greets us.
"Who's this?" she asks, not unkindly.
"This is Ashlyn Hilo, ma'am," Captain America introduces me.
"It's just Pepper," she corrects him. He blushes.
"I'm sorry ma - Pepper," he corrects himself. Pepper smiles.
"That's better. You had better head upstairs. Tony and the rest of the Avengers are upstairs already," Pepper informs us. Captain America places his hand on my back and guides me to the elevator. We both enter it, and soon, we are shooting upwards. When we get to the top floor, the elevator stops, and the doors open. I am momentarily stunned by the beauty and elegance of the room. The Avengers are all seated at a large table in the center of the room. Tony is at the bar, mixing a drink. He motions for us to come in. We both follow his request, and soon, everyone is seated.
"So, tell us a little about yourself," Tony says.
"Well, I'm 27, I'm the daughter of Jacob Hilo, and I recently inherited a large fortune. My father has many enemies, as you saw today. Thank you for saving me, by the way," I say. Tony nods.
"You're welcome. I make it a point to help beautiful young women," he winks. I blush.
"Oh, ignore him," Black Widow tells me. "He's crude, but he doesn't mean any harm." I joe.
"I figured. Thank you for the jacket, Black Widow."
"Oh, we're all friends here. Call me Natasha." She points to the other members of the Avengers. "That's Tony, Steve, Bruce, and Clint. Thor and Loki aren't here right now. They will introduce themselves when they get here. For now, you will stay here. A room is already prepared. Do you want me to show you where?" I nod happily.
"Thank you, for everything. I really appreciate you saving me earlier. Who knows what would have happened!" I shudder. I turn and leave, following Natasha. She leads me down the hallway, then opens a door. The room is nicely decorated. There is a nice bed in the middle of the room, and there is plenty of furniture. The room is colored a light blue, and I immediately relax, the stress of the day fading away. Natasha leaves me to settle in. I hear a door down the hallway close, and I assume that Natasha went to her room as well. I settle into the plush bed, and before I know it, I am asleep.
Tony's P. o. V:
As soon as I am sure that the girls are out of earshot, I speak up. Five other voices meet mine as well. "She's mine!" we all yell in unison. I yell over the noise.
"Everyone, calm down! I have an idea." The room silences instantly. "What if we all took he out on a date, then let her decide?" Everyone is quiet, considering the option.
"Sounds good," Bruce agrees.
"Yup," Clint says. Steve just nods his head.
"Who gets the first date?" Bruce wonders.
"I do. After all, I'm the genius billionaire playboy philanthropist," I smirk. "And besides, I'm the one that rescued her." Everyone murmurs their consent, and we end out impromptu meeting. We all exit the room and go to our respective rooms to start planning our dates.
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