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Aspyne let out a long suffering sigh as the dice came to a stop.
“Three.” She groaned.
“Well doll, you can make it into the study.” Bucky said, next to her.
“I was just in the study James. I’m trying to get to the dining room.”
She huffed and moved her allotted amount of spaces before slumping onto Bucky’s shoulder. He chuckled and placed a kiss on top of her head before turning to the brunette next to him.
“Your turn Stark.”
Tony cackled as he rolled a twelve, and moved his character into the basement.
“Scarlet, dagger, dining room.” He said, triumphantly.
Everyone turned to Vision, who held the cards.
“Correct.” The android said.
Wanda threw down her cards. “You are a cheater.” She told Tony.
The billionaire held up his hands in surrender.
“Hey it’s not my fault I’m amazing at this game.”
“You aren’t amazing.” Pietro called from the kitchen.
“I beg to differ.”
“Then beg.” Clint swung into the room from the vent, and helped Steve pick up the game.
Aspyne heard a knocking sound and turned to see a certain vigilante hanging on the window.
“Friday?” She called.
“Yes Miss.”
“Let Peter in will you?”
“Very well miss.”
The teen stumbled into the room through the window.
“Mister Stark!” He wheezed, clearly out of breath. “I didn’t- she just- there was this lady and-“
“Kid.” Tony placed a hand on Peters shoulder. “Take a deep breath. What is it?”
“She fell through a hole!” Peter cried.
“Who fell?” Natasha asked, entering the room.
Aspyne and Bucky exchanged looks.
“A lady!” Peter said. “I was saving her from a mugger but she tripped and this hole opened up and she fell through! I tried to go after her but it closed!”
Pietro entered the room with a bag of chips and Tony shot him a look.
“You haven’t started exhibiting Barry Allen tendencies have you speedy?”
Pietro blinked. “What?”
“I understood that reference.” Steve said, putting the lid on the box of the clue game. “And that’s not how Barry’s powers work Tony.”
“What did the hole look like?” Bruce asked, placing the box into the game cupboard before pulling out a stack of uno cards.
“It had like a blue outline, and on the inside there was this forest. Aren’t you going to do something about it?”
Clint snatched the Uno deck from Bruce and started dealing out cards.
“Of course.” Bruce said.
At the same time, Clint opened his mouth. “I’m retired. Besides, technically, that’s Sheikhs job.” He tossed the box onto the table.
Sheikh, who was sitting in the corner on her phone, glanced up and shot Clint the bird.
“First off, I’m calling bullshit. You’ve never retired for more than a month in your life. Second, I refuse to do this alone, last time several things blew up, and North here is still recovering.”
Next to her, the blonde nodded, and turned her attention back to her book.
Sheikh then turned to Peter, and raised her eyebrow. “What did the lady look like?”
“Blond hair, a little curly, some freckles, and violet eyes.” Peter rattled off.
Aspyne saw both North and Clint’s faces go pale.
“What was she wearing?” North signed.
“A hoodie.” Peter said. “Light blue. It said something on the back. Uhhh ‘BWHDWS club’ I think.”
Clints face grew even paler.
“Freya.” He said.
“Barton? Do you know this girl?”
Clint nodded.
“That’s why she didn’t show up.” North signed to him.
“Show up to what?” Pietro asked.
“We’re in a club.” Clint explained. “That’s where the hoodies came from. Danny paid for them.”
“Who’s in the club?” Aspyne asked.
Clint frowned.
“Uh, let’s see, there’s me, North, Karen, Foggy, Annabeth, Danny, and Freya. Daisy and Sharon come every once and a while.”
“What exactly is this club?” Tony asked.
“The Blondes Who Have to Deal With Shit club.” Clint answered matter of factly. “We were supposed to meet today to watch supernatural and bitch about stuff.”
“Language.” Steve said irritability.
“We canceled it because no one could get a hold of Freya.” North signed. “The meeting was supposed to be at her dorm. We assumed she was just out. Freya was never the type to let people know about her plans. She is very forgetful.”
“What’s her full name?” Natasha asked.
“Freya Nelson.” North signed.
“Friday.” Aspyne said, “Give me all the information you can find on Freya Nelson.”
“Searching…”
A file popped up in front of Aspynes face and she scrolled through it.
“Damn.” She said. “Bruce if I didn’t know better I’d say this girl was related to you. She got her doctorate in a year and a half.”
“What did she get it in?” Bruce asked, coming to stand behind her.
“Chemistry.” Aspyne said. “She minored in Biology, and History too. She’s a regular genius.”
Tony frowned.
“Okay.” He said, “I just have one question. How come I’m not in your club!?”
“You are the shit we have to deal with.” Clint said, before turning to Sheikh. “We need to find her.” He said. “Foggy will kill us if we don’t.”
Sheikh, seeming to sense the gravity of the situation, nodded curtly.
“Dad, Nat, and Bruce. Suit up. Clint, go grab Loki. We might need his expertise in magic.” She stood up. “I think it’s time to pay old Stephan a visit.”