<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1kfesQc0j1qcah0do1_500.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/eb/93/6a/eb936a2e8d5d7dbef81f731b771a5e32.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amora The Enchantress/Lady Sif<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York City, Stark Tower<br/><strong>Whereabouts</strong>The *Lounge* Area<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Asgaurdian garbe<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The Avengers!<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The Wolverine went on the offensive again, once more slashing at the Enchantress and even scratching her tender neck, but his claws were very little against Asgaurdian skin, more like a cut a mortal would get from shaving and she swatted him to the side with a gust of magical force. But the caped wonder stepped up to the plate and shouted ENOUGH! It seemed this one was tired of the fighting and wished to resolve it. He honed in on Amroa and to which she readied herself for a conferenation with him like with the clawed runt. He said he would fight with her and try to avenge the death of her beloved Thunder God. But who was he? Who was he to presume he knew her so?<br/><br/>But the Enchantress did sense great power in him and that was something which drew her in like moths to the flame. So much so she let the Hyperion draw close and even captured her lips with his own. A searing kiss and she moaned against his lips as the powerful man claimed her luscious lips and for a moment she was taken by surprise. She forgot her hatred towards the Avengers and the pain she felt for loosing Thor and caressed Marcus face once the kiss was ended. "You presume to tame me boy?" she asked him in a low raspy voice. Suddenly a Sharpe pain struck threw Amroas chest and she clutched at her heart, to find a sword sticking out from the front of her voluptuous chest, it was a Asgaurdian blade which violated her body.<br/><br/>The Sharpe sword was withdrew as quickly as it had appeared and the blond goddess fell into the muscled arms of the Hyperion. Behind her stood the wilder of the blade, her most hated enemy, the Lady Sif of Asguard. Sif was dressed in her red and silver battle armour, her long dark hair tied back, her armour was slightly dirty from her travels and she looked very distraught indeed. Sif was the beloved wife of Thor and she was a friend to those that called themselves Avengers.<br/><br/>"She spills nothing but lies my brothers and sisters. My beloved Husband is still very much alive. But this witch is using all her trickery to make us believe other wise." Sif annoced to the room, her eyes fell on Hyperion who was cradling Amora. "Stand aside brave one, so I may finish this spawn of Hella and send her to the living Hell she deserves." Lady sif said as she raised her sword which was already stained with the potent blood of the Enchantress.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/91ULnOCOYXL._SX425_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Black Widow/Natasha Romanov<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York City, Stark Tower<br/><strong>Whereabouts</strong>The *Lounge* Area<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black Dress, with matching Shoes<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Captain America, Spider Woman, Wolverine, Hulk, Invisible Woman, Hyperion, Hawkeye and Iron Man<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Natasha was saved at the 11th hour by Tony, who swooped out of the sky In full armour to save her perky behind from falling to her death. The Widow clung to Tonys Iron Man suit as he held her mid air. Stark joked she was making him miss his own party to which she responded with a raised eyebrow as if to say "Really?" and then he asked her if she was able to fight to which she simply replied to him with. "Da"  as they flew back into the lounge area Natasha saw Steve and the others were on the defensive, Jessica had lost her clothes and was exposed but ever ready to fight and Amora was been cradled by Hyperian as Lady Sif stood over her. The arrival of the Wife of Thor did not bode well for the Thunder Gods well been.