Author's Note: Hello, everyone! Finally got this down and posted after a fast-moving week. Hope you all enjoy. Hollywood Studios (I still remember when it was called MGM Studios) is probably my favorite Disney park, so I had a lot of fun writing this chapter.

Chapter Four

"Christy? Lila? Time to get up." Wanda said, gently shaking both girls.

Lila scrunched into a tiny ball. Christy rolled over and moaned, "Fi' mo' mini's, Dad!"

Was that supposed to be English? Wanda wondered. Out loud, she just said, "Do I sound like your father, mače?

Christy moaned again, a noise that Wanda took to mean, "no, but I don't care."

"Come on…don't you want to ride roller coasters and eat sugar?" she said coaxingly.

Lila sat up and yawned. "But why do we have to get up so early?"

"Eight o'clock is not early!"

"Yes it is." Christy grumbled, before letting out a sound like a dying animal as she stretched. "Okay, I'm up." she said grumpily.

Wanda smirked at the pair. "I will leave you to put on clothes…and I will know if you go back to sleep."

Listening to the muttered assurances that they would get dressed, she left the room. Natasha was sitting in one of the armchairs, drinking coffee.

"They up?" she asked.

Wanda nodded. "Mostly. They were not as bad to wake up as Pietro."

Natasha grinned. "Clint's terrible about getting up, unless there's a mission. Barnes hates it, too. Although that might be because he's made it his goal to fight regimentation as much as he can, after being a soldier."

"But Steve still wakes up early…and Sam." Wanda countered, puzzled.

Natasha shrugged. "Any fighting they did, they did of their own free will. Order and structure doesn't have such a terrible meaning for them."

Wanda looked thoughtful. "Pietro would never get up on time, at the base. At first, Strucker was angry…and then, he just gave up trying to make Pietro stop."

"Everybody fights back differently." Natasha said softly. "And oftentimes, it's the most calm, quiet ones that you need to watch out for."

Any more weighty conversation was put on hold as two yawning girls came tumbling out of the bedroom, asking about breakfast.

As the tram pulled up to the front gate of Hollywood Studios, everybody worked their way through the line to get in.

"First FastPass has got to be Midway Mania." Clint said firmly. "It's newest and it has a forever line, from what I read. We get those first, and then we can go from there."

Pietro nodded and studied the map someone had grabbed like he was preparing for a test.

"What is midway?" Wanda asked quietly.

"It was an area at a fair, like an amusement park, sorta, that had games and shows and other things." Steve answered.

"This midway is another target game." Sam added. "Like the Buzz Lightyear one yesterday."

"And I shall have my revenge." Natasha muttered spookily, giving Bucky an over-the-top glare.

Bucky smirked. "Whatever makes ya feel better, doll."

"Call me that again and I will bust your head open, Barnes."

"Yes, ma'am." Bucky said quickly.

"We're doing Star Wars, right?" Cooper said. "We have to!"

Clint nodded. "Of course!"

"And the really fast roller coaster." Lila added.

"Rockin' Roller Coaster." Christy supplied. "And Tower of Terror."

Lila looked slightly perturbed. "Why is it called Tower of Terror? Is it scary?"

Christy shrugged. "A little, I guess. But don't worry. I'll protect you. And…" she lowered her voice to a whisper, "…your dad's an Avenger! So he'll keep you safe."

Lila looked slightly less afraid at that. "Okay."

They got inside the park and Pietro dashed off like a speeding bullet. Everyone else crowded to the side of the street and looked around at the décor. It had shops and billboards a bit like Main Street at the Magic Kingdom, but this was set up to look like Old Hollywood.

"It's like the Twilight Zone." Steve muttered. At Sam's look, he added, "I watched it after I woke up. Weird, but some of them were pretty interesting."

Pietro came skidding back, and the group started to look around for a ride that didn't have an insanely long line.

"Dad, Dad, nobody's over there!" Christy said, pointing to a large, Chinese-looking building with a very empty ride queue.

"'The Great Movie Ride'." Steve read, and then shrugged. "Looks good to me."

They entered into the waiting area for the ride, which was crammed with props from old movies and decorated like Grauman's Chinese Theater, and wound their way through an area set up like a theater with no seats, a screen playing old trailers for classic movies.

"We missed a lot…" Bucky whispered to Steve. But he looked pretty excited.

Steve grinned. Bucky had always loved movies. He had, as well—they were the one constant chance to leave reality behind back then— but Bucky had always been the one to suggest going to see a movie.

"Hey, remember when we used to hide in the theater after a show and stay there all day without paying?" he asked.

"You did what?" Sam sputtered. He wasn't the only one to look slightly shocked.

"Man, never knew ya had it in ya, Cap." Clint joked. All the kids looked extremely interested.

"I remember a little." Bucky replied. He smirked. "I remember the one time we got caught! I couldn't sit right for a week after my Ma got through with me."

"My Ma just sorta stared at me with that really bad disapproving face she had…" Steve said, his voice trailed off in memory.

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Well, now we know where you inherited that look from."

"But why didn't you just pay for the movie, Uncle Steve?" Cooper asked.

Steve coughed uncomfortably.

"'Cause he didn't have money!" Christy said, rushing to her dad's defense. "It was the Depression!"

"Actually this was before the Depression." Steve clarified. "Back when we were kids. I'm not saying it was right. But we were both poor and it was a good way to get free entertainment."

"It is a good way." Wanda said mysteriously. Pietro had a cheeky grin on his face.

Clint rolled his eyes. "As your one-third, quasi-official guardian, I have to warn you that trying that sort of thing now and in America will get you kicked out of the theater."

"We won't do it." Pietro said innocently, though the grin was still firmly in place.

"You better not, brat."

The ride was a success. Everyone oohed and ahhed over the impressive animatronics displays as each room showcased a different classic movie or genre.

"Is this what New York looks like?" Lila whispered suspiciously to Christy, as their car wound through the "gangster movie" section.

"Depends on the neighborhood." Christy whispered back. "Not where I live, it doesn't!"

"I remember him." Bucky said, pointing to the animatronic of James Cagney.

"You wanted to be him." Steve elaborated. "You used to practice the scowl."

Bucky shrugged. "Already had the accent."

"Can I be him?" Pietro muttered, eyes flashing with excitement.

"Stick with superheroing, kid, the world already has enough gangsters." Clint said softly.

The Indiana Jones room went over well with the kids (and the twins).

"You two have to see it." Christy said to Wanda and Pietro. "It's the best! The bad guy's face melts off!"

Steve winced slightly. "That's the only thing you took from that movie?"

"That, and 'don't mess with powerful things you don't understand'. And the chase scenes were cool."

Steve sighed. "Alright, that works."

After the ride, everyone agreed to walk down towards the area where Tower of Terror and Rockin' Roller Coaster were, since the hour limit between FastPasses was almost up.

Pietro ran off for Rockin' Roller Coaster passes. Lila pointed to a sign.

"Dad, they have a Beauty and the Beast show!"

Clint checked his phone. "Uh…it's eleven now, Li. The show just started. Next one's at…" he checked the show times. "Two. Why don't we try Tower of Terror first?"

Pietro came streaking back. "FastPasses at 3:25." he said, not sounding the least bit out of breath.

"We might as well do Tower of Terror now, the wait time's not so bad, for some reason." Sam said. The sign read forty-five minutes.

"Unless it's a cop-out and they haven't changed the wait time yet." Natasha muttered, but everyone trooped over towards the ride anyway.

While in line, they were able to use the magic of Google and smartphones to make sure everyone was decently acquainted with The Twilight Zone show.

"Dah-da-dah-da, dah-da-dah-da…" Christy vocalized creepily, while Cooper, trying to sound grown up, said, "You have just been transported…to the Twilight Zone!"

"Dah-dun-duuuun!" Lila cried.

"Wrong song!" Cooper protested. Lila stuck out her tongue.

"Behave, guys." Clint warned. "Don't make me call your mom."

Pietro shifted. "I hate waiting." he sent to Wanda.

"Behave." Wanda shot back. "You are twenty years old!"

"I still hate waiting."

By the time they finally got strapped into their seats in the creepy, dimly-lit "elevators," everyone was more than ready for the ride.

Bucky had made it a general rule not to ask what any of these rides were. He liked surprises—as long as they didn't involve punishment or torture. And there'd been none of those types of surprises since HYDRA fell.

So he was unprepared when the ride suddenly jerked them down in a breath-taking (literally) free-fall and up again. He shot Steve, who was sitting next to him, a look. "Is this revenge for the Cyclone, again?"

Steve grinned so hard, it almost looked painful. "Now why would I do that, pal?"

Bucky growled…and the growl quickly turned into a scream as the ride plunged down again.

Everyone was screaming; even Natasha was giving little yelps that sent Clint into fits of laughter…which quickly turned back to screams.

"Can we do that again?" Wanda asked, as they stumbled out into the brightly-lit Florida sun.

"Please? Please!" Pietro added. "It was so fast!"

Steve laughed. "Later, alright?" he glanced at his watch; it was a little after twelve. "Let's get lunch."

"Okay, I want American citizenship!" Pietro said, gesturing at the food piled on the round plastic-wood table.

Wanda shot her twin an incredulous look.

"Uh…okay…why?" Clint asked.

"Because!" Pietro declared, holding up the absolutely enormous turkey leg in his hand, "Any country with food this big has to be worth citizenship!"

Wanda rolled her eyes. "Idiot." she muttered fondly.

"You want to change your citizenship…because of food?" Christy asked, shaking her head.

"Yes. That is problem?"

"Why don't ya sleep on the idea?" Steve said, smiling a little.

"But how do I sleep on an idea?"

"It means 'think about it'." Natasha clarified.

"Oh. I hate English."

Lila giggled. "You hate English but you wanna be American?"

"A joke, okay? I like my county, my real country! I just…appreciate other countries…especially if they have food the size of my head!"

"Or food in general." Wanda added, a tiny touch of somberness creeping into her voice.

All the "adults" gave each other looks. True, Pietro was just messing around, but hunger was probably something the twins had good experience with.

"Well." Sam said, breaking the spell. "Nobody's going hungry here."

"Amen to that." Clint muttered, taking another bite out of his turkey leg.

After eating, Pietro raced over for StarTours passes while everyone got into place for the Beauty and the Beast show. It was only half an hour, but it was well done, with good acting and nice costume displays.

When the show ended at 2:30, they decided to go over to the StarTours area anyway, because Pietro had mentioned that the line was uncommonly short.

Sure enough, the wait time sat hovered at 15 minutes.

"What is this?" Sam muttered to Clint. "How is a ride this popular this not crowded?"

Clint shrugged as they all walked through the ride queue. "You're complaining?"

"Someone did a Jedi mind trick on the ride operators." Natasha said slyly. "I vote Wanda."

Wanda, upon hearing her name, looked back abruptly. "I didn't do anything! What's a Jedi mind trick?"

"In the movie, the Jedi have…special powers." Clint explained. "One of them is the power of suggestion. They can basically will people into listening to them, if people are weak-minded."

"I'mma start calling you Jedi Mind Trick." Sam joked.

Wanda groaned.

Unfortunately, the lines to get into the ride area were a bit longer than the line to get up there. Still, it wasn't too bad.

When the ride started and Darth Vader appeared, all three kids sat at near-attention, fully engrossed in the plot.

"We know you have this rebel spy on board." Vader intoned, and the image of somebody on the ride, not part of their group, flashed on the screen.

"What?! They pick a spy?!" Christy said. "I wanna be the rebel spy!"

"Me too!" Cooper cried, and Lila chimed in with, "Me three."

"I'm good." Natasha muttered to Clint, who smirked.

The ride jerked about as it imitated a ship flying through difficult terrain, being chased by the Empire, until it at last reached the safety of the Rebel Base.

"We're grateful you made it—you are all heroes of the rebellion!"

As the ride ceased movement and the lights turned on, Christy said immediately, "We have to do this again. I wanna be the rebel spy!"

"No, three times!" Cooper said. "One for me, one for you, one for Lila!"

"We gotta do it!" Christy said again, facing Steve. "Please, Dad?"

Steve laughed. "Well, we'll try."

As they looked around the gift shop, nobody noticed Natasha sneaking off to the register. Everybody, adults included, were interested in the build-your-own lightsaber area.

"Bucky, why in the world do you want a plastic sword when you have actual weapons at the Tower?" Steve hissed.

Bucky just grinned. "Because I do, punk. I need a reason?"

Steve just shook his head in fond exasperation. "No, not really."

"I'll get you one."

"Buck, what am I gonna do with a lightsaber?!"

In the end, it was three kids, two twins, Bucky, and Sam who ended up with lightsabers. Clint and Steve managed to restrain themselves (though only just).

After they paid, Natasha joined them outside the gift shop.

"Where were you?" Steve asked.

Natasha just pulled out three small, dark blue t-shirts from a bag. "For you three." she said to the kids. "Because the best spies are the ones that don't get caught."

Each t-shirt bore the message, in big lettering, "I am the Rebel Spy".

"Ooh! I love it!" Christy said.

"Thanks, Aunt Tasha." Cooper said.

Lila smiled at the shirt, her brown eyes huge. "Thank you!"

"Thanks, Tasha." Clint added softly.

"You didn't have to do that." Steve said.

Natasha shrugged. "They're kids. And this is the place where dreams come true." She smiled a bit. "I wanted them to know that sometimes that actually happens."

After getting over to the Rockin' Roller Coaster and just making their FastPasses, they wound through the ride queue and made it into the tiny, three person seats. Sam elected to be the odd one out.

Clint leaned back to where Pietro and Wanda sat. Pietro was practically vibrating with excitement. "Ready?" he asked.

The blonde just nodded. Wanda smiled. "He is going to explode."

The car suddenly jerked forward and Clint was rewarded with the sound of a squawking scream coming from behind him.

Of course, the ride went over well enough with everyone.

"I've changed my mind." Bucky said, a slightly stunned grin on his face. "That was revenge for the Cyclone."

Steve rolled his eyes. "I'm not that vengeful!"

"I think I got whiplash." Natasha muttered, cracking her neck.

"Aw, you're all getting soft in your old age!" Sam joked.

"Age is relative, I'm technically younger than you." Steve countered.

"So…where are we going?" Wanda asked.

"What time are Midway Mania FastPasses for?" Clint asked Pietro.

"7:30." the blond replied.

"And dinner's at…?"

"5:30." Steve replied.

"So we got…an hour or so to kill. Any ideas?"

Christy shot Cooper a look. "Dun-da-dun-dun…"

"Dun-dah-dun!"

"I don't speak music…" Wanda quipped.

Clint grinned. "Indiana Jones it is."

"I'm telling you, it's the hat!" Clint insisted, settling a newly-purchased brown fedora on his head, tilted slightly to one side.

Cooper cocked his head. "I see it."

"I don't." Natasha said, deadpan.

Clint hmphed. "Well, I see it! I definitely look like Indiana Jones. Which is why I got picked!"

"To be a screaming extra…" Sam pointed out.

The Indiana Jones "Epic Stunt Spectacular" recreated a few of the key action scenes from Raiders of the Lost Ark. And, the show also recruited people from the audience to play "extras". Clint had somehow gotten picked.

"I liked the explosions…" Christy said. "And the part where they ran away from the bad guys in the market. It was just like the movie!"

"Sure you don't wanna be a spy?" Steve teased.

Christy shook her head. "Nah, cause I know real spies can actually die. Movie spies don't die cause they're heroes. I wanna help all the real spies and heroes who come back messed up. That's an adventure!"

Sam grinned. "I taught her well…"

"'Course…I might have to fight sometime. And…that's okay, too. But only 'cause the bad guys are being extra bad."

Steve sighed. "And y'know…I can't even be upset."

They ate dinner at a place called The Brown Derby, a replica of an actual restaurant that had catered to some of the greatest stars in Hollywood.

"I feel like I should be wearing a suit…" Steve said to Natasha. The twins had looks on their faces that indicated they were thinking along the same line.

"Your money's as good as anyone in a suit's is." Natasha said, loud enough for the twins to hear. "Besides, nobody's dressed up."

Steve nodded. "I know…"

"I wish I had my Cinderella dress." Christy said. "Then I'd really look pretty."

And suddenly, all of Steve's self-consciousness was forgotten.

"You look gorgeous." he said, smoothing her hair. "Princess Christy. Any one'a those guys," he gestured to the wall, covered in drawn caricatures of Hollywood stars, "would kill for a chance to have dinner with you."

Christy beamed. Her t-shirt and jean shorts vanished and suddenly, in her mind's eye, she could almost see herself in a beautiful dress.

In that moment, safe in her dad's love, she really was a princess.

"None of you are allowed to ride together!" Steve warned Natasha, Bucky, and Clint, as they wound through the whimsically set up ride queue.

The Toy Story Midway Mania was decorated with oversized versions of children's toys and games. Lila, Christy, and Cooper were currently trying to spot which toys they either knew or owned.

"Yeah, and don't break the ride, either." Sam echoed. "It's not like the other one. You're pulling these little strings to operate the ride guns."

"I still plan to win this time." Clint said.

"Nah, I'll leave you all in the dust." Bucky bragged.

Natasha smirked. "Boys. You're so cute."

Wanda rolled her eyes. "Now, I want to win." she muttered to Pietro in Sokovian.

Her twin shrugged. "Manipulate the gun?"

"No, someone will see. Otherwise, I would. It's not cheating, it's using my abilities!"

They all piled into the ride cars and got into position.

"Oh, great, this thing is flimsy." Bucky said, as he got in a car with Sam. "Good thing I'm right-handed."

Sam nodded. "Please. Promise me…"

"Yeah, yeah; I'm not gonna break it. Where's Steve's lecture? He's got super muscles!"

"Steve already got his lecture, now…"

Sam was cut off mid-sentence as the car lurched crazily into the ride tunnel.

The ride went by fast. The kids did a lot better at aiming, mostly because the guns were in better shape and could actually be maneuvered. And nobody broke anything (thankfully).

"I won!" Cooper said excitedly, his normally calm face flush with excitement.

"Yeah, against me and Lila." Christy corrected. Cooper gave her a glare. "Okay, okay; jeez!"

Meanwhile, the three snipers had converged together.

"945,345." Clint started.

Bucky scowled. "928,945."

"Hah!" Clint crowed, exchanging a high-five with Cooper. "Barton's rule!"

"993,098." Natasha said calmly.

Everyone was quiet for a moment.

"Girls rule and boys drool…" Lila sang softly. Christy giggled.

"I had to pull slow because of the arm!" Bucky said, exasperated.

Natasha smiled. "Whatever makes you feel better."

Bucky groaned. "I suppose I deserved that."

"Okay, where next?" Steve said quickly. "It's 8:15. We can watch fireworks, or we can ride more rides."

"StarTours…" Christy said, in a fake whisper.

"Yeah, we gotta be the rebel spy!" Lila chimed in.

All the "grown-ups" shrugged. "I have no objections to Star Wars." Sam said.

Steve grinned. "StarTours it is."

Meanwhile, back in Manhattan, Tony was in the midst of designing the training gym for the new Avengers base.

"Tony?" a voice called, as footsteps clacked through the lab. It was Pepper, who had gotten back a few days ago.

Needless to say, a few interesting things that had happened in her absence had been…discussed.

Tony leaned back and stretched his arms out. "Yeah, Pep?"

"Tony, I think you should come down to the Common Floor."

"Pepper, I swear I ate this morning…"

Pepper looked unimpressed. "First of all, that does little to encourage me since it is now six in the evening. Second, there's someone here to see you."

Tony sighed and started over to the staircase. "Who, Coulson?"

"No…just go see."

"I don't see why you can't just…" Tony started. But the sentence never was finished.

A man of average height with wavy, dark-brown hair and a deep tan sat on one of the Common Floor sofas. He looked relived, embarrassed, guilty, and pleased, all at once.

"Bruce?" Tony said quietly, shocked. This was definitely not who he'd been expecting.

Bruce stood up. "Tony, I know I've got a lot of explaining to do…"

"Don't care!" Tony cried briskly. "Jarvis, where's the champagne? This calls for champagne!"

"Jarvis?" Bruce asked, startled. Last he knew, Jarvis was effectively "dead".

"Oh, yeah, Vision sorta helped me put Jarvis back together." Tony said, rifling around at the bar.

Bruce shook his head.

Tony will always be Tony…

"So, uh, where is everybody?" he questioned. "Feels…weird."

Tony grinned. "Rogers decided to be the All-American poster child and take his pack to Disney World. Legolas took two of his kids, and the Wonder Twins went, too."

"Wait, Wonder Twins? The kid's okay?"

"Yeah, uh, Dr. Cho was able to work things out with the cradle. He's still sorta in recovery mode, but better. And…they don't completely hate my guts anymore."

Bruce nodded.

"And…Natasha?" he asked hesitantly.

"Oh, she went too. Rogers talked her into it."

"Oh." Bruce suddenly felt very small and deflated. He'd rehearsed a dozen times in his head what he would say to Natasha, and suddenly…

Well, you're the one who ran off first. He thought bitterly. It's not like she was obligated to wait around for you…

Tony brought over champagne, a devious smile on his face. "I have a fabulous idea."

"Oh, no…" Bruce said faintly.

Because we all know how well his last fabulous idea went…

"You should go meet up with them."

Bruce stared at Tony, goggle-eyed.

"Tony." he said patiently. "You want me…to go to Disney World. Me, the giant green rage monster?"

"No, you, my friend Bruce." Tony said, just as patiently. "Go get your spider. Women like being pursued."

"Tony, I dunno if you're the best person to be taking relationship advice from…"

"I hate to say it, but this time, he's right." Pepper said, coming down the stairs. She sat down on the sofa across from them. "You should do it, Bruce."

"I'll make the arrangements." Tony said, going into full planning mode. Bruce just shook his head and groaned.

"Natasha texted me and said they were going to Epcot next." Pepper added.

Tony clapped his hands together. "Perfect! That means the park with all the mini countries! Go to fake France! Be romantic!"

Bruce looked like he would rather be sick, at the moment.

"Bruce." Pepper said gently. "Go sleep, right now. You're probably still jet lagged. But think about it."

Bruce nodded shakily.

"Alright." he took a sip of champagne. Liquid courage, he thought wryly. "I'll do it. I'll think about it, still, but…I'll do it."

Tony clapped him on the shoulder. "Good man." He grinned. "I'm really pretty good at this whole arranged date thing. I should start a dating site. Or just buy Eharmony."

This time, Bruce and Pepper groaned.

So, Bruce is back. I've had that idea in the works for awhile now...you'll see how it plays out next chapter.

One of the last times my family went to Disney, the line for StarTours was incredibly short, for some odd reason. So we rode it multiple times. Also, fun fact, my Dad snuck me on StarTours when I was little and a few inches short of the height requirement. He just sort of picked me up and carried me in line ;) I have also been the Rebel Spy before. I like StarTours...and the Great Movie Ride...and Tower of Tower (although I hated it as a kid because I rode it when I was little and got sick to my stomach. And then I rode it years later and kicked myself for avoiding it for so many years!). I just love Hollywood Studios in general.

Also, the thing about Bucky and Steve sneaking into a movie theater was based on something my Grandpa did as a kid. He grew up in the Midwest during the Depression (actually, since he was born in 1915, that would have made him around Steve and Bucky's actual ages. Yikes!)

Next chapter should hopefully be up this coming weekend. Hopefully.

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