To Tell The Truth


1. Chapter One

*Agnes' POV*

"You have got to be kidding me! Absofuckinglutely not, Luke!"

"Oh, come on Aggie! He's my best guy friend, you're my best girl friend. You two should be able to get along. You know I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't important."

"Sorry, I'm busy." Luke pushes away from my kitchen counter, coming to stand in front of me.

"I know for a fact you are between clients at the moment." I give him my best glare, but like usual, he remains unaffected, even going so far as to flick me in the forehead.

"I hate actors, you know that. I especially hate Thomas William Hiddleston." He shakes his head at me.

"I don't understand why. You've never even met him."

"I don't have to meet him. All actors are the same. You know what they do for a living? They lie, play dress up and pretend. I haven't met one yet that didn't do the same in real life. Give me a drunken, drugged up rock star any day. At least they are honest. Your buddy is the worst of them all."

"Be very careful Aggie. I don't let anyone talk badly about you and I'll not let you do it to Tom. He has done nothing to warrant it." I slam my coffee mug down in frustration.

"That's just it. Nobody is that perfect, that nice, that gorgeous." He shakes his head at me again.

"Look, the bottom line is I can't go on this press tour. I need someone there I can trust to have Tom's best interest at heart. Can you please put aside your attitude and do me this one small favor?" He pulls out the puppy dog look and I cave. I hate that fucking look. Every time someone uses it, no matter who it is, I cave.

"Ugh, fine! I hate you!"

"No you don't, darling." He's right of course, which makes me hate him more.


I walk into The Plaza hotel at 8 a.m. sharp, sitting down in an overstuffed armchair to wait for Luke. I see the concierge giving me the stink eye and I smirk in his general direction. I'm well aware that I don't look well off enough to even walk in the front door, let alone know someone staying there. My ripped jeans are just this side of indecent, my Guns N' Roses concert tshirt has seen better days, and don't even get me started on my battered leather jacket and motorcycle boots. My bright red curly hair is thrown up on top of my head in a very messy bun, and the only makeup I'm currently wearing is my permanent eye liner. The only thing I have on that isn't disgraceful is the pair of black Ray Bans sitting across my nose. I didn't dress this way to purposefully look bad, it's just how I'm comfortable. I can look nice if I have to. I see Luke striding across the lobby, a look of resignation on his face as he waves off the concierge.

"Do you do this just to aggravate?" I grin at him as I stand and hug him.

"No. It isn't my fault that most of these people would drown if it rained. Maybe they shouldn't have their noses so far up in the air." He just chuckles as we board the elevator.

"I should know how you are by now, but you still surprise me."

"Look, I fit in when I need to. That's what counts." Luke nods in agreement as we step off the elevator. An elderly couple walk by, the old man glaring at me as the woman grins.

"We've had a small development, but I'm sure you will take it in stride. I'll explain when we get in the room." He opens the door and I step into a little piece of heaven. One wall of the living area is all windows, with a fantastic view of the city. I give a low whistle as I step over to look out.

"Damn! That's one hell of a view Mr. Windsor. Tell me, how much more did you pay just for that?"

"Would you please behave yourself?" A giggle dies in my throat as a door opens and Mr. Perfect comes walking out. He must have just gotten out of the shower, because his hair is still damp and his soft blue tshirt is sticking to his chest. Luke clears his throat to warn me away from bad behavior and I just give him a side look.

"Tom Hiddleston, meet Agnes Whitestone. She'll be your P.A. for the Avengers press junket." Tom looks at Luke like he had lost his mind before turning back to me with a frown.

"Are you sure about this Luke? She doesn't really look like she fits in." Just then a petite blonde comes strolling out wrapped in just a towel. From another room, a very tall, very hot Benedict Cumberbatch enters. I shoot Luke am amused look.

"Wow, I feel like I walked in on a gang bang. I know you Brits are supposedly freaks, but this is ridiculous." Before Luke can yell at me, the blond speaks.

"Tommy, do you know what I did with my underwear?" Tom rolls his eyes, Benedict snorts on a laugh, and Luke looks like his head will explode.

"Starla, go put some clothes on, Benedict get Aggie some coffee and Tom, try to pay attention. Agnes is more than qualified to handle this circus. Agnes, this is the development I was talking about. Benedict and Starla showed up this morning and they are going on the junket with Tom."

"I didn't know Mr. Cumberbatch was in the Avengers." Tom answers me.

"He isn't. He has decided since he had time off, to come along to keep me company. I wasn't aware Starla was coming." I nod.

"I'm going to assume since she asked you about her panties, that she is yours?" He hesitantly nods and I turn to Luke. "Can I speak to you in private? Bring the itinerary with you?" Without waiting for an answer, I walk out onto the balcony, lighting a cigarette I pulled from my jacket. I barely give him time to clear the threshold before I light into him. "What the everloving fuck are you thinking? That in there is a clusterfuck waiting to happen! I agreed, grudgingly to handle Hiddleston, and now you want me to babysit Smaug and Barbie? Have you lost your fucking mind?"

"You handle rock groups, surely you can handle two British gentlemen and one Californian?" I hear another British voice interrupt Luke's.

"Perhaps she isn't up to the task Luke. I mean, she couldn't even dress properly." I turn to give him a glare. I take a deep breath and try to keep from slapping him across his self-righteous face. I walk past him, knowing that he and Luke are both following me. I walk right up to the bedroom door and open it to a shriek of outrage from Barbie.

"Group meeting. Now, Barbie!" I walk over to stand behind the sofa where Tom and Benedict are now sitting. Blondie comes sauntering out in a dressing gown and snuggles up on Tom's lap. I wonder fleetingly if she found her underwear. I look at Luke who sits on the other side of Benedict. I look down at the itinerary I'm still holding in my hand, flipping through it quickly. "Am I now in charge?" He nods and I flip the switch to bitch mode. "Very well. Let's begin. My name is Agnes Whitestone. I have graciously agreed to handle the press junket. I see you have today off so let's make this quick so you can get on with your day. I will take no shit from anyone. The three of you will do what I say, when I say. Please, let's try to act like adults and not get in any sticky situations." I walk over, staring directly at Barbie. "If I get an inkling of trouble from any quarter, I will nip it in the bud, believe me. You will be on your best behavior at all times. I will be back at 6 a.m. tomorrow." Benedict smiles at me.

"Can we call you Aggie?"

"No, Mr. Cumberbatch, you may not. My name is Ms. Whitestone." Tom speaks up.

"Why can't we call you by your first name? It's more personable."

"One simple reason, Mr. Hiddleston. I don't like self-absorbed, self-righteous actors." Without waiting for a reply, I turn on my heel and leave. Let him chew on that for a while.

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