Cryaotic64

You hummed softly, standing in the kitchen of Tony’s floor at Stark tower, thinking about the events that had brought you here to this place at this point in time. It had all started when a suited man with a soft smile had shown up unannounced… in your living room. After he practically gave you a heart attack and you had thrown the nearest thing at him, a heavy glass dish you kept by the door for keys and such, which he dodged, he’d introduced himself as Agent Coulson. You knew exactly why he was here, beginning to plead that you hadn’t done anything wrong and to just leave you be. You had been in New York for three