(Hey, everybody! Just a thing I will be working on through December. Hope you like.)
I don't own: Marvel, Doctor Who, Star Wars, or LOTR
It was the first weekend in December at Stark Tower, New York City. The Avengers were sitting around the Tower, thankful for a quiet day, finally. Pepper had insisted on taking Natasha with her to go Christmas shopping. Clint and Thor had set up some sort of obstacle course down in the basement and were training. Bruce had convinced Steve to spend the afternoon watching Star Wars with him, saying the Captain needed to catch up on trends.
Tony was working on his suits, singing along to all his old holiday records as he worked. The other Avengers could hear him.
"Here come the bells, I hear the bells, That's not the bells, What is going on here...AAAAAHHHH!" That yell was followed by the all to familiar sounds of a loud crash, pieces of metal going everywhere, and Tony's enraged "My suit!". Bruce and Steve burst through the door, followed closely by Clint and Thor.
"Stark, what happened?", said Clint.
"Well, Bird-boy, you might want to look for yourself," Tony grunted, getting up off the floor, "because I doubt you'd believe me if I just told you a flying blue phone booth just crashed through the window."
"Probably wouldn't..." Clint agreed.
"...except for the fact that it's right there.", Steve finished.
"Exactly." Just as everyone was about to investigate, the strange booth's doors opened up, flooding the room with a strange light. "Yipe!", Tony shrieked, jumping back. Clint raised his bow, (which, yes, he did have indoors).
"Come out with your hands up!", he said.
"I'll call Natasha," Steve muttered. "There goes our Sunday."
A man in a suit jacket stumbled out of the booth. "Oy!", he said. "Okay, okay, that's enough of that. I'm really sorry about the window, I'll pay for damages, but there's no need to shoot me!"
"He's...normal-looking enough," Bruce commented.
"Well, so are you at first, Greenguy," Tony commented back.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute!", the booth-guy exclaimed. "Are you who I think you are?"
"Probably."
"Anthony Stark! Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Rose! Come here! I want you to meet someone!" Someone else walked out of the booth, a young blonde woman in a red jacket. "Rose Tyler, let me introduce Tony Stark, the Da Vinci of the 21st century! And...great Scott! Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton..."
"We came as soon as we could," Natasha interrupted coming through the door.
"Yes! The Big Six, all in one place! I'm starstruck!"
"Okay, okay," said Clint, "so you're a fan. We get it. But please explain one thing: Who are you?"
"Hey it's always nice to meet a fan," said Tony. "Relax for a while, Legolas."
"Legolas?", said the booth-guy, looking like he was a little confused. "Oh! Lord of the Rings! Right! A genuine Earth masterpiece, if you ask me. 'It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt for-'"
"The question!", Clint snapped.
"Oh. Right. The question. Well, this is Rose, Rose Tyler, and I, my friends, am the Doctor. Meet the crew of the TARDIS."
PLEASE REVEIW.
