I am going to my room when I hear it. A small whimper, barely discernible from the various noises around the Tower. I backtrack, peeking my head into a dark room. The whimper sounds again, this time a little louder. Quickly, I flip the lights on and go over to the source of the noise. The sight before my eyes shocks me. A young woman, probably around the age of 25, is curled in a fetal position on the floor. Something about her strikes me as familiar, but I can't place what it is. She shivers with cold, and I quickly realize that she's naked. I whip my cape off and wrap her in it. Without waiting, I gently pick her up and carry her to my room. Once she is settled into my bed, I call the rest of the Avengers. Tony is the first to arrive. "Who is this? Your newest bedmate?" Tony sneers, hiccuping. I roll my eyes, annoyed by his semi intoxicated state.
"No. I'll have you know that I found her curled up in one of the spare rooms. I thought your impeccable security would have alerted you of her presence." Tony shoots me a death glare and opens his mouth to speak, but is interrupted by the rest of the Avengers filing in. Natasha immediately notices the newest occupant of the Tower.
"Who is she?" I check to see that all of the Avengers are in the room.
"I am not sure of her identity. I found her naked in one of the spare rooms. She has been unconscious the entire time, as far as I know. When she wakes up, we can question her." Everyone nods their heads.
"We should put a guard on her at all times, so that when she does wake up, she doesn't escape," Steve reasons. I nod.
"That's not a bad idea. There is to be no contact with her until she wakes up. When she wakes up, the person on guard is to immediately alert the rest of the Avengers. Does everyone understand?" Everyone nods their heads. "Good. I'll take first watch. We trade on the hour." I hear a resounding affirmative, and the Avengers file out. I sit down in a chair and make myself comfortable, waiting for the woman to wake up.
Young Woman's P. o. V:
I slowly regain consciousness, fading in and out like a badly tuned radio. At one point, I hear multiple voices talking. Gently, I crack my eyes open, squeezing them shut as bright light assaults them. I flex my long limbs gently, checking for broken bones or other injuries. To my great relief, no pain meets my movements. A soft rustle next to me causes me to whirl around, heart pounding. A man is sitting in a chair, still as a statue. His emerald eyes are wary, but I can see the curiosity behind them. "Where am I?" I ask, my voice high and melodic.
"You are in Stark Tower, in New York."
"Where is that?"
"It is in the realm known as Midgard. I am Loki Laufeyson. You are?" he wonders, his voice every bit as melodic and hypnotizing as my own. I rack my brain desperately, trying to come up with the simple answer to his question.
"I do not know. I can't seem to remember," I whisper, bemused. He shoots me a strange look. Before he can speak, however, a group of people begin filing in. A dark haired man with a goatee speaks to Loki.
"JARVIS told us that she's awake. What have you found out?"
"Nothing yet. She cannot remember her name." The shorter man turns to me.
"What's your name, sweetheart?" I recoil at his tone.
"I don't remember! I don't know where I am, or where I came from! What's going on?" I demand. Everyone in the room stares at me, a little shocked at my outburst. The muscular blonde with the short hair speaks first.
"We aren't sure. Are you positive that you can't remember anything about your past?" he asks kindly. I nod.
"All I remember is being carried here, and even then I was fading in and out of consciousness. I was hoping you could tell me how I got here." All of the people in the room shake their heads. The blonde comes over and kisses my hand gently.
"The name's Steve, ma'am." I nod.
"Hello, Steve." The dark haired man with the goatee walks over next.
"I'm Tony Stark." I nod my head.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance." The other blonde walks over and kneels down.
"My name is Thor Odinson." I blush.
"Hi, Thor." A gentle looking man with glasses walks over.
"Hello," I reply, shaking his offered hand. The last man walks up to me.
"I'm Clint, sometimes known as Hawkeye."
"Nice to meet you." At last, the fiery headed woman walks over.
"Natasha Romanoff." Then, she turns on her heel and takes up her position as sentry by the door. I shoot her a confused look, but Loki leans over and whispers in my ear.
"She's always like that. Once she gets to know you, she'll thaw out," he reassures me. I let out a sigh of relief. At least I didn't tick off the powerful looking woman on my first day. Steve walks over to me.
"Ma'am, are you comfortable?" I nod.
"We have to give you a name. We can't just keep calling you miss and ma'am," Loki interjects.
"What about Toni?" Tony blurts. Everyone rolls their eyes.
"Everything's always got to be about you, Stark," Steve says, looking disgusted.
"What about Jenilynn? It has an unknown meaning. An unknown name for an unknown past," Loki shrugs. Everyone looks at me expectantly.
"Jenilynn," I say, testing the feel of the new name in my mouth. "Jenilynn. I like it!" I exclaim happily. Suddenly, a voice from the ceiling speaks, causing me to jump.
"Ms. Jenilynn is clear of all weapons, Mr. Stark," the voice informs us. I shoot a panicked look at Tony.
"Oh, that's just my AI, JARVIS. He helps me do everything around here. I built him," he grins smugly. I resist the urge to roll my eyes. "Would you like a tour of the Tower?" Tony wonders. I nod, lacking anything better to do. Loki gently pushes me down, green sparks dancing around his fingertips. I feel soft cloth brushing against my skin. At last, Loki allows me to sit up. I glance down at the new clothes. I'm wearing a simple green cotton tee shirt with a pair of washed out jeans.
"Thank you. That could have been awkward," I grin, cheeks on fire. Tony offers me his hand.
"Come on, Red, let's go!" I internally groan at the nickname. However, I allow myself to be led around the Tower. Tony shows me every room, carefully explaining what each room is used for. I lose track of how many rooms I've seen after the first fifty. At last, the tour ends. My stomach growls, so Tony takes me to the kitchen. All of the people I met earlier are there already. We all sit down and eat. Each person tells me a little about themselves, and I soon learn that they all belong to a group called the Avengers. As dinner comes to a close, Tony turns to me. "Since you have nowhere else to stay, would you like to stay here for a while? I already had the robots prepare your room." I nod, overcome with emotion. Someone who I met less than a day ago has offered me a home.
"Thank you," I manage to choke out. Everyone laughs at my reaction. "You'd think she's never had something nice done for her before," Clint jokes. I choose not to answer, and Tony leads me up to my room. Without bothering to check out my surroundings, I collapse on the bed and fall asleep.