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I do not own Marvel nor any of its affiliated characters and settings. Any original characters, original settings, and the plot are the property of myself.
Author's Chapter Notes:
I’m almost certain that this was the first piece that I ever wrote for the Avengers. Hopefully, you all enjoy it!

As a S.H.I.E.L.D. apprentice under the supervision of Natasha Romanoff, your line of work eventually set you up to meet the Avengers. You grew accustomed to having them around for weeks at a time when their missions called for it. The majority of the time, you simply exchanged a few words here and there with them, except for Tony - you avoided him like the plague. While you were an assassin and were good at what you did, you had a timid personality, and Tony liked to tease you relentlessly. However, Thor seemed to have taken a special liking to you because of your willingness to take the time out of your schedule to answer his questions about Earth and its many traditions and novelties that were alien to Asgard.

It was midday, and Nick Fury was having a meeting to analyze the information that S.H.I.E.L.D. had gathered on their latest mission regarding a rapidly growing organization that was threatening the safety of part of the country. Because of the weapons of mass destruction the group had proven to have and the lack of response from the government, Fury had deemed it important enough to call in the Avengers. Every person was present in the meeting room except for Thor, and Tony started to grow impatient.

“Where is that big-headed Shakespearean fellow?” he asked nobody in particular as he paced around the room.

From his seat at the round table, Steve eyed Tony.

“He has a name, Stark. You should be polite and use it,” he said.

Tony whipped around to look at Steve. “Be polite, you say? You’ve obviously never met me.” He mockingly held out his hand to the Captain. “Name’s Tony Stark. Pleasure is all yours, I’m sure.”

“Perhaps he’s lost,” Clint spoke up from his perch overlooking the meeting room. “He’s hardly here compared to the rest of us.”

“(Last Name),” Natasha said as she turned to you. “Do you mind going to look for him?”

“Of course not. I’ll go -”

“(First Name)!” Thor’s booming voice echoed through the large room as he entered. “I’ve found another device that has piqued my curiosity. Will you enlighten me with your expertise?”

“Can it wait?” Fury snapped sharply.

Thor held out his hand, and you and Steve’s face turned a brighter red than that of Natasha’s hair. Tony did not attempt to hide his laughter while Bruce awkwardly looked anywhere in the room but at you and Thor.

“THOR!” you screeched, blatantly horrified by his discovery. “That’s a TAMPON!”

He appeared baffled as he glanced between you and the tampon. “A… tampon? What sort of purpose does this tampon serve?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me...” Natasha mumbled under her breath.

“W-What? Are you serious? Don’t they have tampons back in Asgard?” you asked, exasperated. Of all the things he could question you about, it had to be about tampons, and around your new coworkers, no less.

“Nothing of the sort. What is its intended use?” Thor asked you.

“You shove it up your nose when you have a nosebleed,” said Tony.

“Ah, I see.”

“NO!” you shrieked. “Don’t listen to him! That’s not what it’s for!”

“Hey, I tried to make things easier for you, but if you want to go ahead and explain to him how you shove it up your vag during your satanic week, then by all means, go for it,” said Tony.

“Vag?” Thor asked curiously.

“I give up,” you whined.

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