-Avengers Tower, New York City-

Living at Avengers Tower was a dream come true. Ever since you first discovered your powers you've wanted to be an Avenger. And now, you finally were... Well technically you and the others chosen were only probationary Avengers. Basically glorified sidekicks. But hey, you ain't complaining.

The first couple weeks were weird to say the least. You kinda expected to see more of the founding members around, but it makes sense that they're mostly off doing their own thing. The only two you really ever got to see were Hawkeye and Black Widow, since they were training you and the others... Actually last week you thought you might have bumped into Bruce Banner but you're not sure.

-10:30 PM-

You couldn't sleep. You didn't know why, you just couldn't for some reason. So you got up and exited your room, heading towards the kitchen area. You were hoping a late-night snack would take your mind off whatever was keeping you from sleeping... You entered the kitchen and walked over to the cupboards to search for something to fill your late-night appetite.

As you took a box of snickerdoodles out of the pantry, you heard just the slightest puff of a cigarette from behind you. You put the box on the counter and turned around to see Natasha Romanoff AKA Black Widow sitting in a lounge chair, smoking a cigarette in the dark.

Natasha: "What are you doing up so late~?"

She asked with that sultry Russian accent of hers. A small smirk found its way onto her face as she stared at you, waiting for an answer... After a couple seconds of silence, she stood up and began walking towards you. Her movements were slow and elegant. She looked like a predator sizing up its prey.

Eventually, she was standing right in front of you. And you became very aware of the fact that she was wearing nothing but a black lace nightgown. And an expensive looking one at that... She looked you up and down as she stood in front of you. Very aware of the fact that you were doing the same.