You came to this city two weeks ago… The tiger also appeared in the city two weeks ago. You were in the Tsunami area four days ago. The tiger was also sighted there four days ago. Remember what Kunikida-kun said? The Armed Detective Agency is comprised of individuals with supernatural powers. Though not a well-known fact, there are quite a few individuals who possess supernatural abilities in this world. Some use their powers to achieve great success, while others fall into ruin as a result of being unable to control their powers. I’m guessing that the orphanage staff knew who the tiger was, but declined to enlighten you. You were the only one who remained ignorant.
OMG I AM SCREAMING! I RECEIVED SUCH POSISTIVE FEED BACK AND SO MANY TAG LIST REQUESTS! YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST!
Anyway, that aside, thank you so much for your incredible reaction to the first part and I hope that you really like this part!
And without further ado, let’s get into the second part!
“Stark, what the hell was that?!” Steve asked the second you were out of ear shot.
“Language.” Clint muttered but he went ignored
Sam snorted. “She’s like Sherlock and Dr Watson all in one.”
“No. She’s Y/N. You can’t compare her to anyone else trust me.” Tony replied, completely unfazed by Steve’s outburst.
“She just came up here with convenient perfect timing, happened to bring Chinese with all of our favourites that we didn’t even know and can read people better than Romanoff and Buck? And you say she’s a lawyer?” Steve crossed his arms and took a few steps back.
“It’s not my story to tell but for the record, she’s justified.” Tony was quick to defend you after years of loyalty.
Steve rolled his eyes. “Oh of course. Because you know all about ‘Bunny’, don’t you? And justified? She speaks 9 languages fluently, and is highly trained in Ballet, Gymnastics and Martial arts!”
Bucky and Natasha shared an uneasy look.
“For God’s sake, Rogers! What is your problem with the girl? She knew this case had a less than fifty percent chance of winning it yet here she is, ready to bust her ass to make sure your asses don’t end up in a maximum security prison that makes The Raft look like a five star hotel!”
“We risk our lives constantly to help protect the world and now you’re telling us to put our trust in someone who is trained well enough to be one of us when we don’t even know her!”
The tension in the room was thick and everyone was tense and ready to pounce the minute things headed south.
Tony stood up, slamming his glass on the table. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you to do! You can’t get yourself out of this mess on your own, admit it! You don’t know jack shit about the law whereas she knows it inside and out, back to front! The reason she’s speaks so many languages is because she enjoys being able to communicate with people in their own language!
“But Latin, Tony! Who the hells speaks Latin nowadays?” Steve threw his arms out in exasperation.
“I do.” Natasha piped up.
Bucky smirked. “So do I. And the population of the Vatican City does.”
“Well unless she represents the Pope it means nothing, Buck!”
Tony grinned. “Well, she doesn’t represent him but she does have his number.”
“How the hell does she have the Pope’s number?” Sam butted in looking completely confused.
“Like I said, Pigeon; it’s Y/N.”
“I don’t trust her in any way, shape or form.” Steve steered the derailed conversation back on track.
“Captain Rogers. You don’t necessarily have to trust her, only her abilities.” Vision spoke for the first time since you had originally arrived.
Steve took a look at everyone’s faces before storming out the room.
You woke up the next morning to papers strewn all across the duvet and you laptop tilted to the side, precariously balancing on your thigh. Groaning and sitting upright, you began mentally preparing yourself for the the day. Today was the day the team was going to have to fill out the paperwork to officially take you on as their attorney and you were going to have to deal with trying to get Steve to sign two documents, since he was the leader of the Avengers as well.
The Avengers were a private organisation that therefore required even more paperwork to sign them on as your client. Jesus, you might just die today.
First things first, breakfast. You silently set about your routine. You whipped your hair up into a bun quickly before applying a natural makeup look, every colour in the nudes apart from a rose tinted lipstick. You shook your hair out and gently brushed it through; your hair was something you loved about yourself and took great pride in and hence you were very careful when you lightly curled it for the day. Opening the wardrobe, you took out a shirt and skirt that you had unpacked last night from your bag. Sliding into heels you set about gathering up your sheets and organising them into folders, snatching up the laptop and giving yourself a once over.
Yep, you looked ready to take on whatever the day threw at you.
You take that back.
Upon entering the kitchen, you decided that you were going to need a raise. Clint was sat on top of the fridge watching the mayhem unravel with a smile. Natasha and Wanda were sat quietly to one side, Wanda showing Natasha something on her phone. Vision was sort of just hovering by them confused. Peter, Tony, Sam and Scott were in the midst of a very intense food fight. Steve was sat on the sofa to one side drawing, judging by his hand motions. Bruce wasn’t present yet. Rhodey was sat on one of the chairs to the side trying to stop the four but not really putting in effort and T’Challa was finishing up on a phone call before he came to stand by you.
You whistled but to no effect. “I believe the Colonel has already tried that and failed.” The King had traces of humour in his voice. “They remind me of the animals we have back home in Wakanda.”
You smiled at the man. “Wakanda must be stunning, your majesty.”
“Please, Miss L/N, there is no need for titles; you are doing my friends and myself a monumentus deed.”
“In that case, I must ask you to call me Y/N.”
T’Challa smiled at you before giving a brief polite nod. “I’m sure you need to speak to them, yes?”
You nodded in confirmation.
“Then I must suggest that you endeavour to find a way to get them to stop and then listen.”
You grinned. “I have a way. But no one’s going to like it.”
“And why is that?”
“Because it involves the knife attached to your right ankle.”
T’Challa shook his head quietly but nether the less, bent down and retrieved the knife for you. “I must request that you don’t hurt anyone, Y/N.”
“Who said anything about hurting anyone?” You smirked before you spoke.
The knife had barely been in your hand before you threw it in a dead straight line to the other end of the kitchen, cutting through the food fight and burying itself with a loud thud in the cupboard door, next to the fridge. The room went silent in shock, no one moved until their heads turned to you.
“Excuse me!?” Tony shrieked.
“Get over it, Tony; both myself and Colonel Rhodes had tried to get you to stop but nobody listened.” You replied, completely calm with your game face on. “Now here’s what’s going to happen. You four, are going to clean up your mess; Miss Maximoff and Miss Romanoff, you’re both going to go and get dressed; Colonel Rhodes if you could go and get Dr Banner it would be appreciated; Captain Rogers, it would be muchly appreciated if you could go and get Sergeant Barnes for us.”
“No need, Sugar, I’m right here.” Bucky winked at you as he walked in.
“Good morning, Sergeant Barnes.” You smiled politely at the soldier. You quickly fixed you attention back to its previous focus. “Mr Barton please get down from the fridge and pass me the knife back. And Mr Vision please can you help me in the kitchen once the boys are done cleaning up?”
Vision inclined his head. “Of course.”
"Tony.” You replied in the same type of voice.
Tony sighed dramatically before starting to tidy up and everyone jolted into action, following your instructions.
As soon as they had cleaned the counters, you immediately swooped in and began going around the kitchen.
“Mr Vision, where do you keep your bowls and utensils?” You asked as you opened cupboards at random.
“The culinary utensils are in the second draw to your left whilst the bowls are in the bottom cupboard to your right, Miss L/N."
"Please, just call me Y/N.” You smiled as you glanced at him before taking the eggs and milk from the fridge.
“And in return I ask that you just call me Vision."
Grinning, you asked him. "Vision, where do you keep the flour and sugar?” He once again guided you to what you were looking for.
Before long there were pancakes and waffles cooking away, whilst others were stacked up on plates and cut fruit was in bowls, courtesy of Vision. You were wielding a spatula and kept whacking anyone’s hands that tried to steal any. Moving gracefully around the kitchen, you laid the table and made everybody sit down before laying the food that you had made in the middle of the table as Vision followed with the fruit.
“Do you make breakfast for all your clients then?” Clint asked as everyone dug into the food.
“I don’t normally stay with clients, Mr Barton; it’s that I’ve been working for Tony a long time and he now insists that I stay with him when I do. And from what I’ve heard none of you can really cook with the exception of a few.” You ate a mouthful of fruit.
“That’s right, Legolas. Bunny’s here enough when she’s doing things for me that I gave her a room about 7 years ago.” Tony piped in, drowning his waffles in syrup.
“Which reminds me…” You trailed off as you pushed your chair back and got up before grabbing the files you had brought with you. “You’re not going to like this but I’ve got paperwork for you. It’s only a bunch of signatures and basic information.”
Groans met your admission.
“So that’s why you made us breakfast!” Peter exclaimed.
You nodded sarcastically. “Well done, Mr Parker. If you want something from someone you have to give them something in return.”
Sam snorted into his coffee as you handed out the folders.
“We’re going to need pens, Miss L/N.” Steve spoke directly to you for the second time since you arrived.
“Who would have known America’s golden boy had sass in him? There are pens in each of the folders if you open them.” Today was so not going as planned and you hadn’t even gone through breakfast yet. “And I’d step to it, Captain Rogers, because you have twice as much than everyone else.”
“And why is that?”
You pouted dramatically at the man.
“I thought you were in charge of the Avengers and that means you have to do all the corporate paperwork as well. And I’m going to have to file it all today so I can get your case going.”
An hour later you were walking out of The Avengers Tower to hail a cab heading for the law firm Hughes and Wood for a day of paperwork.