Breakfast
Iris’ POV
The elevator doors slid open revealing a very full table in a very large room. None of the people seemed to notice Iris as she walked into the room. The dining table surrounded by people was in the center of the room. The ceiling was very high and had some sort of modern chandelier hanging from the top. On the wall behind the table was a window that started from the floor and reached all the way up to the arched ceiling. Iris felt it almost looked like a cathedral.
Off to the side was a large kitchen out of which wafted the scent of pancakes. Iris’ stomach grumbled so loud she was surprised that no one heard it. What was weirdest was the tall red man standing in the kitchen wearing an apron over his clothes. He was cooking what Iris assumed were the pancakes she was smelling. Wanda was standing next to him, laughing and pointing at things on the counter.
Iris walked further into the room and it began to go silent. All heads turned to her, most of which she didn’t recognize.
“Hi.” Iris managed to squeak out, giving out a small wave. She wasn’t usually nervous around people but there were a lot of attractive superheroes staring at her at the moment which set her on edge.
“You guys are terrifying her, stop staring.” Iris heard Tony’s voice and she relaxed. At least one person I know. “Get over here, Vision made pancakes.”
“Vision?” Iris questioned as she walked over to the table. She noticed Bucky sitting next to Steve with an empty seat besides him. Iris gratefully took it, smiling over to Bucky before sitting down. On her other side sat someone she didn’t recognize.
“Red guy, kind of hard to miss.” Iris looked to the kitchen and the red man waved. Vision, cool name. He began walking towards the table with an empty plate and a stack of pancakes in his hand. Many of the other people at the table were eating pancakes or something else and Iris was starving.
Vision placed the empty plate in front of Iris along with a knife and fork before plopping a pancake on her plate. Iris grabbed her silverware and scarfed it down. Tony laughed and Bucky smiled but looked concerned.
“Whoa there, you’re eating like a super soldier.” Iris looked up at Steve and Bucky with a full mouth. They were both grinning.
“I don’t usually have food.” Iris responded after finishing her bite. Iris could feel the room’s mood die a little at her mentioning this fact.
“So, everyone want to introduce themselves?” Tony clapped his hands, breaking the silence. Iris knew a few people around the table but not everyone.
“So what, we say out names and a fact about ourselves like we’re in elementary school again?” The man next to Steve asked. Iris and a few other people around snickered around the table. Tony smiled and rolled his eyes.
“Sure, why not. I’ll start. My name is Tony Stark and I own this tower.” Tony gestured to the room around him, smirking. A few people groaned and some others rolled their eyes. Most did both. Tony then gestured for the man next to him to continue.
“Well, I’m Bruce Banner and I can turn green.” The man next to Tony looked shy behind his glasses and messy hair. He looked as though he had just come out of bed or never had gone to bed in the first place. Wait, turn green? Is that guy Hulk? What the hell. I really don’t belong here.
Besides Bruce sat a extremely muscular blonde man whom Iris could only describe as Godly.
“My name is Thor and I am from Asgard.” Iris must have looked confused because Thor elaborated. “It is a planet in another world.” Iris felt her eyes widen. This God looking man is an alien?
“We get it, you’re a God, yada yada yada. Let’s continue!” Tony mockingly said. An actual God? What the hell. Iris had never felt so inferior in her life. Her she was, a drugie, in a room full of freaking superheroes. What the hell did Fury need me for?
Iris recognized the woman sitting next to Thor but didn’t know her name.
“I’m Natasha and I used to be a Russian spy.” There were a few looks passed through the room but everyone stayed silent. Natasha continued to eat as though she was talking about the weather. A freaking spy? And a Russian one none the less?
The next man Iris recognized immediately.
“Name’s Pietro and I am from Sokovia.” Pietro announced proudly. He was barely sitting in his seat as he scarfed down pancakes. He barely had taken a break from inhaling them the talk. His white waves of hair were swaying as he bounced in his seat.
“My name’s Sam Wilson and I fly around in a bird suit as Tony puts it.” The man named Sam glared at Tony who rolled his eyes. At least he seems relatively normal. Well, other than the bird suit, whatever that is.
“Well it is a suit that makes you fly around like a bird, so it’s a bird suit.” Tony defended himself which raised a few snickers around the table.
“Whatever, let’s continue.” Sam rolled his eyes but was laughing with everyone else as well.
“My name’s Steve Rogers and I was frozen in a Nazi airplane for seventy years.” Steve acted very nonchalant about it but Iris was still shocked. She had heard a bit about the mighty Captain America on TV but not anything more than that. Now it was Bucky’s turn.
“I’m Bucky and I have a metal arm.” Bucky seemed quite serious about the friendly conversation but Iris knew he didn’t like talking about his past or himself too much. She had learnt that over the past few days. The room was silent as they all looked towards Iris. Shit what do I say about myself?
“Um, my name’s Iris and, uh, people know me as the Angel?” It sounded more like a question than a statement. Well that was dumb. Iris mentally slapped her forehead for not being able to think of something better to say.
“Why would they call you that?” Thor asked from across the table. Iris began fiddling with the longest necklace, ironically fitted with a feather.
“Well, when I graffiti things, sorry about that by the way. I always “sign” them with a pair of wings, like an angel.” Iris wanted to sink back into the chair.
“Well at least it looked cool.” Tony responded to Iris’ dismay.
“But seriously, I’m sorry about fucking up your building.”
“I think I’ll go now, sweetheart.” The man next to Iris had long black hair and hadn’t spoken the entire time. He almost seemed to sink into the shadows more than stand out.
“Don’t call me sweetheart.” Iris crossed her arms and the sly man smirked.
“I call you what I want.” Iris was already frustrated with this man. She knew his type, cunning and greedy. She was used to them.
“Stop it brother. Don’t make me regret taking you out of your cell.” Thor piped up. They’re related? Does that mean he’s a God too? Well, shit then.
“I’m just teasing.” The man continued. “I’m Loki of Asgard, the God of mischief.” Iris resisted the urge to roll her eyes as he gazed down at her. “Now what must I do to gain the heart of a fair maiden like you?” Iris was disgusted as he leaned in closer.
“Well tough luck buddy but I already have a date.” Iris looked up to Bucky who looked like he was about to murder Loki. “And he’s sitting right her so I’d watch out.” Iris wrapped her arm around Bucky’s metal one, leaning on his shoulder. He smirked as Loki backed off. A few jaws around the table dropped. That’s one way to break the news .
“So are we continuing or not?” Iris grinned as she sat up straight again allowing her fingers to brush down Bucky’s arm before they fell to her side. She wasn’t sure if he could feel through his metal arm but by his slight shiver Iris assumed so.
“Wait, hold up. When did this happen?” Tony gestured to the two of them.
“We are going on a date tonight.” Bucky returned. He seemed proud.
Tony seemed frazzled. Iris could almost feel the shock in the rest of the room which she thoroughly enjoyed.
“Like I said, let’s continue.” Iris broke the silence one more. A few shared glances before the last person sitting at the table continued.
“Um, well my name’s Clint Barton and I have a bow and arrow.” He announced awkwardly. Wow, another normalish person.
“Well now I think I know everyone since the two in the kitchen already introduced themselves.” Vision and Wanda waved silently from the kitchen before going back to talking with each other. “So what do you do on a Saturday?”
“Glad you asked.” Tony seemed relieved that the topic had changed. “We’re going to start your training today.”