You slowly walked down the hallway on the Avengers Floor and tiptoed around, hoping to reach my room before meeting anyone. You had your high heels in your hands, hoping that everyone was asleep. You were out on a spontaneous night out with a couple of friends. You didn’t even have time to run it by Steve, Tony or the others because they were busy with Avengers work until late, and you had left before they came back. And you haven’t been back all night. You cringed, knowing how bad that sounded.

The Avengers’ obligations and responsibilities often kept them away for days at a time, and, since you were a relatively new Avenger and the youngest in the team, they often left you to attend your university classes and otherwise spend the rest of your time alone. So you decided that you could have a girls’ night out without consulting with anybody beforehand. You deserved a little fun, too.

Your mid-thigh tight red dress hiked up again and you pulled the hem down, trying to be as quiet as possible. A fit of laughter threatened to overcome you and you barely stifled it down, remembering how much fun you and your friends had, all the guys that hit on us, all the awesome songs we danced to, all the shots we drank. You winced at the last memory. You knew that Steve and Tony, maybe even Natasha and Clint will be angry when they hear that you've been drinking. And you didn’t want to even entertain the thought of them seeing what you're wearing. Steve would probably faint. In his time this dress was considered a bathing suit, and not something you went out in.

Just as you tiptoed next to the Common room, thinking that you could slip into the guest rooms to sleep and be safe from the wrath of the Avengers, hoping that nobody even knew you were gone 'maybe they thought you were sleeping in? Natasha walked out of the Common room and stood, leaning on the doorway casually. She was smirking, but had a dangerous, overprotective look in her eyes, one that promised punishment.

"What do we have here?" She purred.