It was around midnight when Avengers tower was awoken by a terrifying, high-pitched scream. Everyone looked around to find its origins, but alas, the individual who did the screaming couldn't be found. The only odd thing out of place was the living room area. Someone had recently been watching television. The television was warm, and someone forgot to turn the dvd player off. There was nothing in the dvd player. Whoever was there left in a hurry, and they didn't want anyone else finding out what they were doing.

~The Next Day~

It was seven o'clock and Clint had just woken up. He was extremely grouchy. After all, he didn't like being disturbed from his beauty sleep by high-pitched screams. A little part of him always worries that it's Natasha, but most of him knows that if Natasha was in trouble, she wouldn't exactly be the one screaming. With his morning thoughts underway and a grumpy demeanor to match his grumpy face, Clint set out for the kitchen to get his 7:15 coffee. On his way, he was pretty sure that he noticed some of the artwork that decorated the tower was missing. He would investigate after his morning coffee.

Clint was pouring his coffee when two hands wrapped around his torso.

"Sleep well, honey?"

"I could've slept better. Whatever guy screamed last night did put a spoiler in my sleep pattern though."

"Wait, that was a guy that screamed last night?"

"Yes, Clint. That was most definitely a guy. It was high-pitched, not shrill."

"If you say so."

Natasha hugged Clint harder.

"I'm not retracting my last statement."

Natasha was not amused. She began to move to a tackling position, but Clint, who had finally had some of his coffee, was quicker. He spun her around to where he was "hugging" her from behind.

"I can't let you be the boss all the time, honey." He gave her a quick peck on the cheek before he released her.

By the time Natasha turned around, Clint was holding out her coffee mug with what Natasha could only describe as the cutest, most adorable face she had ever seen.

"I really hate it when I can't stay mad at you."

"I don't. Did you notice anything unusual about the decor this morning?"

"Give me a sec, I'm on my first cup of coffee." Natasha downed the coffee like it was water. "Yeah. I'm positive that there were some busts missing from the hallway."

Bruce entered the kitchen looking very displeased.

"Hey Bruce. What's wrong?"

"Well, Clint. Someone seems to have my stone figurine collection."

"You have a stone figurine collection?"

"Yeah, kids in India use to give them to me as their own way of saying thanks. And some were just souvenirs from when I could actually travel to places."

"That's weird. Nat and I have noticed that there were several busts missing from around the tower.

"MY FRIENDS! MY FRIENDS! I BRING THEE SORROWFUL NEWS! SOME RUFFIAN HATH STOLEN THE STATUES FROM THE GARDEN!"

"It's too early for God of Thunder voice." Bruce put a finger in each ear. "You two might want to do the same, he'll get louder as he gets closer to this room." Clint and Natasha set down their coffee mugs and complied.

Bruce was indeed correct. Even through their plugged ears they could hear the God of Thunder's bellowing increase until he found them in the kitchen.

"I have found you! You must accompany me at once! The garden statues have been stolen."

"We heard."

"Oh. From who did you hear this, Lady Natasha."

Natasha's eye began to twitch. "You."

"Ah. I see! So you all did hear my cry of alarm. 'Tis good news!"

Steve was next to enter the room. "When I find Tony, I'm going to kill him."

"Hang on, Steve. What happened?"

"Clint I woke up this morning to find that some of the pictures I had taken in New Orleans of the cemetery architecture had been stolen. What's more, some of my sketches of them had been stolen as well."

"You said that some of them had been stolen, so not all of them. Was there anything special about the ones that were stolen? Any common element?"

"Now that you mention it, they all had stone angels in them."

Bruce's head snapped to attention. "I know what this is about! I've already called Pepper and she's ordering new statues and busts to replace the ones that have 'disappeared.' Right now, we need to look for Tony."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because, Steve, I believe Tony may have been watching Doctor Who last night, and was frightened. We find Tony, and I'll know for sure."

The five of them spent three hours looking for Tony. They found him. He was standing on a roof overlooking some form of construction, but upon further inspection, a box was being buried.

"Whatcha doin', tin can?"

"Watching some construction men bury a box full of dangerous things."

"What dangerous things."

"Dangerous things that were all over Avengers Tower."

"Tony, what's wrong, you don't sound okay.

Tony slowly backed up, never letting the "construction" out of his sight. He had toothpicks holding open his eyes.

"Jeez, Tony! Why the hell do you have toothpicks holding your eyes open?!"

"Can't blink. Mustn't blink. Blink and I'm dead. Can't turn around. Can't turn away. Can't blink!"

"Yep, he's been watching Doctor Who. He was most definitely the person who screamed last night and woke us all up."

"You don't know what you're talking about, Bruce. You all would be equally as scared as I was if you watched it at midnight."

"I doubt it, tin can."

"Fine. Tonight we're having a Doctor Who Weeping Angels midnight marathon! But right now, I have to make sure this stuff gets buried."

The other Avengers left the eccentric billionaire alone, figuring that they had already lost too many brain cells over this.

~Midnight~

"Alright guys. First up is Blink!"

The Avengers were crowded around the living room. Natasha and Clint were taking up the couch, Thor was in a sleeping bag on the floor (Tony made him leave his hammer so there would be no smashing), and Tony, Bruce, and Steve were sitting in recliners.

When the episode was over everyone was pale. Their eyes were wide and unblinking.

"Okay, so all we have to do is stare directly at them. We'll be fine."

"Not exactly birdbrain. The Time of the Angels and Flesh and Stone nixes that theory."

This time, there were screams. As soon as it was over the Avengers just sat there. Not saying anything.

"Hey Bruce."

"Yeah Steve."

"I think we should tell Pepper to cancel the order for more statues."

"Agreed." The Avengers replied in unison.

"Dude, could you imagine if the Statue of Liberty was a Weeping Angel?"

"Clint, in the newest episode, The Angels Take Manhattan, it is."

"We're doomed."

A/N: HAHA! I tricked you. Author's note at the bottom this time! This was done in honor of the Doctor Who episode that airs tonight in the US. If you don't watch Doctor Who, this chapter didn't really make a whole lot of sense. SO! This video will explain the terrors which are the Weeping Angels. watch?v=MGwFnj3pDz8 If you are interested in more, just youtube Weeping Angels. It will give you a lot of options. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed, favorited, or followed. I love you all!

A/N2: If you want to see anything happen, remember, you can always leave your idea in a review or PM me. :D