Well. Here I am again. This is by far my most popular work, but also (in my humble opinion,) my poorest written work. So here I am. I'll also be making changes to the story, working out things I don't like, or adding things in to make the plot flow smoother. Vooda is still in here though.

It was a fairly normal day, with Clint in the vents, Thor with a massive, probably far beyond necessary, stack of poptarts, and Natasha was slowly edging her way closer, her slim fingers reaching for a stray poptart

Steve was by the stove, flipping yet another egg. It was surprisingly hard to keep a team of superheroes well fed, especially when said superheroes didn't want to exit their labs.

Speaking of, a small explosion shook the kitchen slightly, and while the others had grown used to the miniature earthquakes caused by any and all explosion in Starks Lab, but Steve still jumped, and accidentally spilled some egg onto the counter.

Tony appeared in the living room doorway, which was conjoined to the kitchen, waving smoke out of his face, his hair supposedly blasted back.

Clint, who had appeared at some time, and nicked a few Poptarts from Thor and promptly sat on top of the fridge, raised an eyebrow. "What'd you blow up this time?"

Tony faked being affronted. "Me? Never." Steve gave him a flat look. "Ok, well, sometimes. Not this time though, Dummy managed to knock one highly reactive chemical into another."

"And where is friend Banner?" Thor boomed, turning his attention away from his beloved Poptarts, allowing Natasha to snatch a few chocolate flavoured ones.

Tony, evidently having of spotted an opportunity for mischief, made a wide sweeping motion with his hands, which could really only be described as 'boom'. "Gone." Steve almost dropped a hot pan on his foot.

Tony chuckled. "The other guy showed up, Brucie's getting clothes."

Thor turned back to his Poptarts, content with Tony's answer, and furrowed his eyebrows. He could have sworn there was more of them...

Natasha subtly hid any poptart remains under the table.

Thor ruminated over the remains of his Poptarts, brows furrowed in concentration. There was something in the air, something he hadn't felt in Midguard since Loki's invasion. Magic.

Granted, it could barely be called so, as it was loosely tethered, and very faint, but it was there nonetheless. Averting his gaze, surely if he stared at the Poptarts for any longer it would be considered unusual, Thor jumped slightly as the man in the ceiling began to speak.

"Sir?" Tony placed his cooling coffee on a nearby counter, still focussed on a tablet with his latest phone design plans laid out on it. "What is it, Javis?" "The Green Goblin is outside of the tower, he seems quite persistent on an audience with the Avengers."

"Have you tried asking him to leave?" "With turrets, Sir, but he is insisting." Tony finally put the tablet down, and turned to Steve. "Well, you heard him. Time to suit up!"

Bruce, who had just entered the kitchen, blinked wearily. "Code green?" "Not yet, big guy." Steve strode past him, accompanied by Clint, as they needed to return to their rooms in order to gather their weapons. Tony made a mental note to make suiting up easier. "We'll keep you updated." Bruce nodded, and went to sit on one of the couches nearby.

Tony, meanwhile, already had his latest suit assembling for him, and as he stepped inside Natasha pulled out a knife, ready to go. Really, was that woman really that prepared for everything?

The battle was more difficult than expected, as the Green Goblin flew, and the majority of the Avengers didn't. Thor, of course, was willing to give Natasha a lift, leaving Steve and Clint to fend for themselves. Who knew hurling rocks could be such a good battle plan?

Then again, Steve didn't have to be hurling stones, if Tony was to give him a lift. Yet, much to the American patriots annoyance, Iron Man was nowhere to be seen, and he wasn't responding on the coms. Normally this would be cause for concern, but as Iron Man didn't face the Goblin in the first place there was no way for him to get injured, therefor there was no cause for concern.

If only Steve looked down...

"On your left!" "Got it!" Spiderman flipped over the Juggernaut, who had been approaching his left side, and sprayed webs into the burly villains eyes. While he was blinded, Tony took the opportunity presented, and fired missile from his armour, effectively knocking the Juggernaught out. Then, he landed, and raised his faceplate. Spiderman joined him, though his mask stayed firmly on.

"Kid, I dunno how you deal with these suckers on your own." Spidey sighed and rubbed the back of his head. "With difficulty."

"Hey, give me a call next time. I'm up to kick anyone's ass, anytime." As Tony finished, a very unconscious Goblin landed on the pavement next to them, the rest of the Avengers just behind, though they were more aware of their surroundings.

Thor moved back up to collect Steve and Clint, though Clint had already set up a zip line to the ground, a few blocks away from the others so the angle wouldn't be too steep. He wasn't too tired either, so jogging back wouldn't be too much of a hassle.

What happened next was a blur of movement, one moment Thor, Steve and Clint were rejoining them, as well as Bruce leaving the Avengers Tower, next a cloud of smoke blossomed in the middle of the street, a lady materialized, and shouted something very angry sounding, and then everyone was flat on their backs.

The lady was gone by the time the Avengers picked themselves up, slightly dizzy but otherwise unharmed. Thor noted the lack of magic presence, the lady who used the spell must have used the last of whatever meagre magic she'd had.

Tony blinked. "So... Anyone want Shawarma?"

The next morning

Steve awoke with a groan, it felt like there was something in his chest. He couldn't breath too deeply, and felt his heart thump against it. It was excruciating.

Natasha had the terrible feeling she was in the Red Room again, and they were performing another experiment upon her. What has happening to her chest?

Whatever was going on in his chest, Clint reflected, had better stop soon, because he felt a coughing fit coming on, and with this type of agony in his chest he didn't want to know what coughing would feel like.

Bruce breathed slowly, trying to calm his rapidly speeding heart. The last time he had Hulked out with this type of pain anywhere hadn't gone well. He didn't want to know what would happen if he Hulked Out with this much pain in his chest.

Thor gripped at his chest, trying to quell the pain that had blossomed there. He hadn't felt this much pain since he wrestled with Ice Giants, and even then it hadn't been as bad.

Spiderman, or Peter Parker, rather, couldn't quite decide which was worse, his spider sense going mad in his head, or the pain in his chest. Then again... Having a sleep over with the Avengers (even if it was because of a crazy witch lady) might just outweigh them both... No, his chest was definitely worse...

Tony woke up like normal.

Oh this looks and feels so much better. Thank goodness. Revamped chapter two coming soon. ~ShadeShadow