I watched the final movie last night.

I cried like a baby.

It was amazing.

So here's Brooklyn in NATM3.

Please Read&Review, Fav&Follow, and Enjoy!

Brooklyn adjusted her brown cardigan at her hips as she walked down the hallway of the British Museum. Her ID clipped on her waistband, stating her name and her position as well as a walkie talkie. She was a tour guide of the Art History exhibits of the museum.

"Brook, come in, Brook, over." Tilly's voice rang over the walkie talkie. Brooklyn unhooked the device from her belt as she walked the hallways.

"Yea, Tilly?" Brooklyn replied.

"You're supposed to end your statement with 'over', over."

Brooklyn stopped in tracks, pinched the bridge of her nose, and replied, "I'm not doing that, Tilly."

"If you don't I will lock you in the museum, over."

"Then I'll spray paint your name all over the Assyria exhibit." Brooklyn said.

"Okay! Alright, geez, don't have to get all rebellious on me." Tilly sighed.

"What's up, Til?"

"Just wanted to let you know I confirmed a drop off of a visiting Egyptian exhibit. You might want to go check it out to make sure it's in good condition." Tilly explained.

Brooklyn made a face of confusion. There weren't supposed to be any visiting exhibits until next month…and next month's exhibit was on Living and Dying.

"Professor Blaine can check on it tomorrow, Tilly." Brooklyn said. "I'm only covering Harry's shift as a night guard for tonight. That's it."

"Oh come ooon." Tilly pleaded. "I want to know what it is!"

Brooklyn nearly threw her walkie talkie in annoyance. What ever had come in was listed on the sheet the deliveryman would have given her.

Brooklyn sighed deeply. "Ok, fine. But if someone happens to break into the museum while I'm away, don't come crying to me."

She shut off her walkie talkie and made her way to the loading dock. Egyptian exhibit? What could the British Museum possibly add to their extensive Egyptian exhibit they already have?

Suddenly, her feet stopped moving.

No.

A realization dawned on her.

Brooklyn looked toward the large window of the hallway. The sun had just set.

"Oh God." Brooklyn broke into a dead sprint down the hallway, turned the corner in the North America exhibit and the tomb-chapel of Nebamun. "No no no no no."

Brooklyn came upon the door and kicked it in with her pent up adrenaline.

Her hazel eyes met with multiple surprised gazes.

"Are you kidding me?!" Larry snapped. "I thought we were done with each other back in DC."

"Fate works in mysterious ways, Mr. Daley…And there isn't a warrant out for my arrest in London." Brooklyn grinned as she pushed the door that had broken off its hinges to the side.

"So, what name do you go by now?" Larry asked.

"Still Brooklyn." Brooklyn's grin became devious. "Brooklyn Daley-Earhart."

Larry wanted oh so bad to be mad…but he couldn't get himself to be. He was actually sort of pleased with the last name.

"What are you doing at the British Museum?" Larry gestured to the museum they were in. "Steal more artwork?"

"I originally came here to hunt down a stolen painting, for your information," Brooklyn grinned.

"So you switched sides?"

"Heh….not exactly." Brooklyn scratched her head. "I was supposed to steal the painting first, until I discovered the painting I was stealing was a fake, I was offered more money to find it and take it back."

"Where does that leave us?" Larry asked curiously.

"I met someone in the midst of getting it back." Brooklyn's devious smirk softened. "He's been helping me with my…problem. So I work here now."

"Oooh, you met a guy." Larry teased. "Who is he, where does he live, do I get to scare the crap out of him or beat him up?"

"Ha. Freaking. Ha." Brooklyn rolled her eyes. "So what brings you to my neck of the woods? Retiring already?"

Larry's face fell slightly. "No…actually, I need your help."

Brooklyn's face went from playful to serious in a second.

"What happened?" Brooklyn asked. "Something get stolen back at the museum?...Do you need me to steal something? I know I'm working on my bad habits, but if you need me to do it, I'll do it. You're like family to me now, Larry, and if someone messes with my family, their asses get kicked."

Larry's eyes went wide at the statement. "Uh…thanks? I guess. But actually," he took off his backpack and opened. "I need help figuring this out."

Brooklyn looked into the backpack, then narrowed her eyes at Larry.

"The tablet? It doesn't look so good, did you put it through a meat grinder?" Brooklyn asked. "Or let it mold in the sun?"

"It's losing its magic." Larry said. "If it completely corrodes-"

"Your friends don't come back to life…" Brooklyn murmured as she looked at the others standing in the room.

"Yea, but I know you're starting your new life with this British guy-"

"I'm in." Brooklyn snapped.

Larry looked at her, surprised. "Really?"

"I told you, Guardian of the Galaxy." Brooklyn smiled. "You're like family. So, I'm in."

Nicky narrowed his eyes between the duo. "Dad? Who's this?"

Brooklyn looked at Nick, then to Larry. "This can't be your kid, Chip 'n' Dale. He looks too cute."

"Nick," Larry gestured to his friend. "This is Brooklyn, she was the girl at the Smithsonian I told you about. Brooklyn, meet my son, Nick."

Brooklyn shook the kid's hand and nodded to the others. "Teddy! You have a body!"

Teddy looked at his body. "Uh, yes, I've had one for a while now, I suppose."

"Sacagawea," Brooklyn smiled. "Long time no see."

Sacajawea smiled softly.

A caveman that looked vaguely of Larry stared at her face intently, muttering few syllables. "Uh...Larry? What the fuck is this?"

"That's...Laa." Larry admitted. Brooklyn snorted, and Laa began to touch her face.

"If he doesn't stop touching me, Lala is going to lose his hands." Brooklyn threatened.

"Laa!" Larry snapped. "Go stand over there."

Laa made an exasperated noise and trudged to the corner.

"This giant guy," she looked up at the warrior. "Attila, I assume."

"How are things with you, She-Hulk?"

Brooklyn looked up to his hat. "Fischer Price toys!"

"It's good to see you as well, Brooklyn." Octavius said.

"DEXTER!" Brooklyn squealed happily as the monkey jumped at her. "Pee on anyone lately?"

"Sadly, yes." Larry said and taped his foot impatiently. "Can you take us to the Egyptian exhibit? We need to talk to Ahkmenrah's dad."

"Hm? Oh, yea, sure." Brooklyn said and glanced at Ahkmenrah. "You're Common ramen's little brother?"

"Yes." Ahkmenrah replied hesitantly. He assumed she meant Kahmunrah. Brooklyn walked up to the pharaoh and smacked him upside the head. "Hey!"
"Brooklyn." Larry gave her a 'what-the-fuck' look.

She only shrugged. "I felt like it needed to be done."

"Okay, can we just go? Please?" Larry pushed the girl forward.

"Okay, okay, geez." Brooklyn whined. "Look to your father, Nicole, don't treat girls like this. It's rude- oof!" Larry smacked her upside the head this time as the crew entered the hallway. "Okay, okay."

As the stone sculptures began to come to life in the dark hallways, a chill went down Brooklyn's spine. These things didn't look so creepy when they were frozen.

"How did you guys get passed Tilly, anyways?" Brooklyn asked.

"She was asleep," Nick said. "She's not very good at her job."
"Pfft." Brooklyn snorted. "Why do you think I'm here?"

Suddenly, a very disturbing roar erupted from the end of the hallway.

Brooklyn's eyes went wide, "Oh shit."

"What?" Larry asked.

"Heh," Brooklyn took a step back. "Did you know that…your T-Rex back at the Natural History Museum had a friend?"

Everyone's gazes turned toward the end of the hallway as a giant skeleton of a Triceratops appeared.

And it was angry.