Hello All!

I went to Europe and was inspired to write this. Don't worry, the next story in Guarding His Life is on the way. I have too many stories up, so I'm taking one or two down. Vote on the poll that SHOULD be up to keep your favorite!

Enjoy!

Note: Names have been changed to protect identities. Avengers are not mine. Any similarity to real-life events is unintentional. This is a total self insert. Don't like, don't read.

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"I can't believe all the stupid security checks we have to go through just to fly on a stupid plane," Jessica groaned, hopping on one foot to tug a shoe on.

"Yeah, yeah, we have enough time to make our flight. Now quit complaining and put your shoes back on."

Riley dragged Jessica down the terminal as the latter fought to pull on her tennis shoe. Finally Riley stopped and said, "We're here."

"And I'm missing a shoe!"

"Jess!" Riley said in frustration.

"Hey, who dragged me down the terminal? You did. Now go find it." Jessica pointed down the terminal.

"Don't need to. Mister!"

Riley sprinted down the tile, waving at the man carrying her friend's shoe. "That's my sister's! She lost it. Thanks!"

She barely glanced at his face, but noted that he had blonde hair neatly combed with pale blue eyes that were startling. She grabbed the shoe and ran back to Jessica who was watching her, amusement written all over her face.

"Yeah, thanks," she said, snatching the shoe from Riley and bothering to untie it first.

"Starbucks?"

"Gimme a sec! Geez, Miss Impatient over here?"

"Oh my gosh. Seriously? I'm thirsty."

Jessica stood up, matching Riley in height, weight, and build. "Let's go then."

The two girls grabbed their backpacks and took off down the way. "There-"

They turned into the coffee shop and waited impatiently for the woman in front of them to finish.

"Mocha frappe for me, please."

"Make that two- tall, please."

They grabbed the drinks and went to sit and people watch for the hour they had before their flight.

"What are you most looking forward to in Europe?" Riley asked.

"Everything! We have to go to at least one art gallery. I insist!" Jessica said. She took a sip and frowned. "Not enough sugar. Give me a minute."

"Ok," Riley said easily. She took a sip and smiled.

Suddenly her brow furrowed as she zeroed in on a man and woman who had just stepped off one of the planes. The woman had short curly dark red hair, while the man was wearing dark sunglasses and had short spiky brown hair. They would have been just two strangers- if not for the fact that the best friends had had a movie marathon of Marvel movies, and they had watched the Avengers.

"I'm back! ... Hey, are you ok?" Jessica waved a hand in front of Riley's face.

"Jessica."

"Yeah?"

"Look over there." Riley gestured to the main area the two were in.

"Oh my-"

"Hawkeye and Black Widow," the two chorused in hushed voices.

"Act natural!" Jessica hissed as the two scanned the airport. The girls turned to each other and began talking gamer terms, keeping a covert eye on the two.

"Riley. While looking natural, turn around and look at the man with the newspaper, glasses, and hat."

Riley drained her cup and said so the surrounding tables could hear, "Need me to take that?"

"Nah. I got this." Jessica sat back and gave Riley a look that said clearly, 'Go!'

She rose and walked to the trash cans. As she dumped her cup, she 'accidentally' dropped her cup on the ground.

She glanced over at the man Jessica had mentioned and almost froze.

Quickly she dumped her cup and trotted back to the table. She sat, yanked her phone out, and texted Jessica.

'What is Bruce Banner doing in an airport?'

Jessica's phone vibrated and she picked it up. Her thumbs flew and only a few seconds later she was messaging Riley on Facebook.

'I so pray he doesn't get on our flight'

'Ditto. What was the quote from the movie?'

'they want me to be in a pressurized tin can? ... Oh no, this is worse. Much worse.'

'EXACTLY.'

'Kay, three of six. Thor on Asgard or Midgard?'

'scanning'

'Kay'

'CRAP. MOVE IT THEY SAW ME WATCHING THEM'

'Shoot, moving'

The girls rose as one and Jess tossed her cup out as they left the joint.

They were very quick in moving down the terminal and claiming two seats with no others around. They spoke in hushed whispers, phones away.

"What should we do?"

"Catch our flight and pray to all that is holy he doesn't get on our flight."

"Scanning again..." Riley paused as realization hit her.

Blue eyes... neat hair, blonde... tall...

"Oh my gosh. Rogers had your shoe."

"What?"

"When I went to grab your shoe, it was a really tall guy with blue eyes and blonde hair. Ring any bells?"

"Oh my gosh."

"We just need two more and the set is complete."

The two girls looked at each other once more.

"This is... slightly more exciting than my last trip to Europe," Riley murmured.

"Uh, yeah."

Suddenly Riley dug through her purse and yanked out her phone and lipgloss. She held her phone up in camera mode, scanning the terminal easily as she deftly applied her gloss without looking.

"And before you go all fangirl on me, Loki is probably still on Asgard. I still don't get why you go for the bad guys."

"Just like you go for the good guys."

"Whaaaaatever." Riley shoved her phone back into her purse.

Jessica straightened suddenly. "And we have number five. Repeat, number five has just showed up. This is gonna be one big party soon."

"Oh snap. Stark?"

"Big as life."

"Which gate?"

"Wandering... wandering... ours."

There was unmistakeable nervousness in her voice. "If he gets on..."

"A nine hour flight? We're all screwed."

"Now boarding First Class and Priority Access," the loudspeaker echoed.

"That's us. Let's move it."

They got in line, passports and tickets in hand. Right behind them Stark fell into line, talking to someone on a wireless cellphone.

"Luggage," Jessica murmured, imperceptible to anyone else besides Riley.

She casually glanced back and nodded. The Iron Man suit was clearly in carry-on form, and it solidified any doubts she had as to the identity of the man behind her.

They made their way to their seats and sat swiftly, glancing around.

"Not good. Stark two seats behind, Romanoff and Barton two left in our row. Banner settling in and... oh geez... Rogers sitting two seats forward and three over."

"We're screwed," the two whispered in unison.

The plane got ready to take off. The two girls chewed on some gum until they were in the air, cruising steadily.

"Feature films?"

"Real Steel- have they not quit playing that? And I think the other one is rated R."

"Cruddy movies for a long flight. Grab the computers."

Out came the laptops and were set up within a few moments. "MC?" Jessica asked, and Riley shot her a look like she was insane.

The two girls logged in- minus Internet, unfortunately- and played the game for a good three hours. Dinner showed up and left, and finally Riley closed the computer with a yawn.

"Sleep. We get nice beds in First," Riley said with a smile.

Jessica stowed her computer and slid her seat down flat. Riley did the same and they faced each other, whispering to each other as the lights dimmed and one by one the other Business and First Classers fell asleep.

"Are they asleep?"

"Banner's tense as a wound spring. Otherwise yes."

"I hope we're ok for the night..."

"We should be. Night." Riley faced away from her sister and slid the window shut.