Me: Hi there everyone! Welcome to my summer vacation. It's fun, peaceful, relaxing...
Bucky: *from the next room* I WILL KILL YOU ALL!
Natasha: NOT IF I KILL YOU FIRST!
Steve: WHY CAN'T WE JUST SHARE THE REMOTE?!
Me: *sighs* Until I got stuck with these crazies. How on earth did they get here? What will they do? Will I ever survive? Read on, dear readers, to find out! *ahem* Let me set the scene. A high school with various students trickling out. A tall girl with shoulder length brown hair and black, square glasses walks out with a backpack on her shoulders and random textbooks in her arms. She chats with a friend for a second, then goes walking down the street.
Steve: Please tell me you aren't going to be this formal through the whole story.
Me: No. Shut up.
Random person falling from the sky: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Me: What the..? WAH! *random guy falls on top of me* Oof!
Random guy who fell on me: Ow.
Me: Get off me! *gets up* OHMYGOSH! You're Chris Evans!
Steve: Uh...I think you have the wrong guy. My name's Steve Rogers. Who are you?
Me: I'm gonna ignore the fact that that just happened. I'm Lindsey. *shakes hand* Nice to meet you.
Steve: You too. Where exactly am I?
Me: Edmond, Oklahoma.
Steve: Great...but how did I get here?
Me: I dunno. Some random plot hole I'm too lazy to explain.
Steve: What?
Me: Never mind. Come on, I have to get home. You can stay at my house until we figure out what the heck is going on.
Steve: But I'm an adult and you're a teenager.
Me: *death glares*
Steve: Okay! I'll come! But why exactly are we walking?
Me: My house isn't far from my school if I cut through the park.
Steve: Wouldn't you rather drive?
Me: I can't yet. Well, not legally anyways...
Steve: You scare me.
Me: Good. *we reach the park*
Steve: This is nothing like Washington D.C.
Me: How so?
Steve: You can strangle someone out in the open without getting arrested.
*points to two people on the hill*
Me: Oh my gosh.
Steve: What?
Me: Honestly, I should've known.
*Bucky and Natasha are fighting on the top of the hill. Romanoff is currently being held in a choke hold*
Bucky: Take it back!
Natasha: Never! *kicks*
Steve: What are they doing here?
Me: The same thing you are.
Steve: Which is...?
Me: I have no idea.
Natasha: *looks up* Oh great. The help has arrived.
Bucky: You called for backup? You wimp!
Me: Knock it off, you two. We may be in Oklahoma, but we do have laws against murder.
Bucky: Uh...who are you?
Steve: This is Lindsey. We can stay at her house until we figure out what happened.
Natasha: But we're adults and she-
Me: *death glares*
Natasha: And away we go!
*we start walking again*
Bucky: So where do you live?
Me: Just on the other side of the park.
Bucky: That's convenient.
Natasha: So do you go to school?
Me: I used to, but today was the last day! *runs in circles* Summer vacation is finally here! WHOOO!
Steve: Please, scream louder. There might be an eardrum in the near vicinity you haven't ruptured.
Me: Ha-ha, very funny.
*we reach my house and are greeted by my black and white cavalier King Charles spaniel*
Bucky: AH! IT'S VICIOUS! *jumps on top of couch*
Me: Relax. That's just Mandy. She won't hurt you.
Bucky: Oh, okay. *pets*
Me: Alrighty, people! Here are the rules! Don't break anything, clean up your messes, and no touchy my phone!
Bucky: Can't I just take one selfie?
Me/Steve/Natasha: NO!
Bucky: Okay...
Natasha: Hey Lindsey?
Me: Yeeeees?
Natasha: Where exactly are we sleeping?
Me: Well, Steve and Bucky can share the bed in the spare room, and you can sleep in my bed.
Bucky: Why can't I share the bed with Natasha?
Me: I have the rating level at T for a reason.
Steve: What?
Natasha: *facepalm*
Bucky: Are you sure it's safe to sleep here?
Natasha: Do you want to sleep on a park bench?
Bucky: No.
Natasha: Then yes, it's safe.
Me: Like a 15 year old girl would be able to harm a man with a robotic arm.
Steve: You'd be suprised.
Bucky: Hey!
Me: Knock it off, you two. Now, is anyone hungry?
Steve/Natasha/Bucky: MEEEEEEE!
Me: That settles it.
*four bowls of ramen noodles later*
Steve: Who knew noodles from a package could be so delicious?
Bucky: That meal just changed my life.
Me: Ramen noodles will do that to you.
Natasha: *from the next room* HAH! I JUST BEAT KIRBY TO A PULP! TAKE THAT YOU PINK FLYING DEMON!
Me: I think she found the Wii.
*we wander into the living room*
Bucky: Ooh, let me try!
Steve: What game is this?
Me: Super Smash Bros Brawl. They take characters from different games and make them kill each other.
Bucky: That's fun for kids.
Me: *shrugs*
Natasha: I call Ike!
Bucky: Gannondorf looks like my kind of guy.
Steve: Mario is the only one I know, so I guess I'll go with him.
Me: Kirby is gonna kick your animated butts.
Bucky: *falls off the stage immediately after we start the battle* Aw...
Me: Don't worry, you have two more lives.
Bucky: Yay! *falls off again* Dang it!
Natasha: *laughing hysterically*
Steve: I'm just pushing random buttons. Woah, he has a yellow cape!
Natasha: *gets the Smash Ball* Wait, am I glowing?
Bucky: That doesn't look good.
Me: EVERYONE SCATTER!
Natasha: Too late! *Ike does his Great Aether final smash* *we all go flying*
Steve/Bucky/Me: Awwwww.
Natasha: In your faces!
Me: How did you beat me?!
Natasha: I have my ways.
Steve: For shame, Lindsey. For shame.
Me: Shut up.
Bucky: Rematch?
Me: I think we've had enough for one night. Let's move it people! Your teeth won't brush themselves!
*in the bathroom*
Bucky: I want that toothbrush!
Steve: But that one's mine!
Natasha: Okay, who took the mouthwash?
Bucky: Stop pushing!
Steve: Did you get spit on my shirt? Gross!
Me: ONE AT A TIME, PEOPLE! AND NATASHA, BACK AWAY FROM THE PROACTIVE!
Natasha: Sorry. Geez.
*some time later*
Me: Never. Again.
Bucky: It wasn't that bad...
Steve/Natasha/Me: *stares*
Bucky: I stand corrected.
Me: Just go to bed. The spare room is down the hall and to the left.
Steve: Thanks.
Me: AND NO KILLING EACH OTHER!
Bucky: Aw.
Natasha: Where's your room?
Me: This way.
*We go into my room, which is covered with posters on the walls of nerdy things. You can barely see the floor because there's a layer of clothes and junk covering it*
Natasha: Help! I think I'm gonna drown in clutter!
Me: Yeaaaaah. My room is a mess.
Natasha: No kidding.
Me: Here are some pajamas. *throws PJ's* Make yourself at home. I'm gonna do something on my laptop really quick.
Natasha: What are you doing?
Me: I think I have an idea. *evil grins*
Me: And that's how I came to write this story!
Bucky: You made me seem like a little kid.
Steve: You're a child at heart.
Bucky: I am not! *pouts*
Natasha: Please review!
Bucky: Or else.
Me: Bucky! Don't threaten the readers!
Bucky: Fine.