a/n: You know what day it is! It's thursday! And Thursday, means MAAAIL! (Any mythical beasts out there? No? Didn't think so?) If you're wondering what that's from, it's from one of the only "Shows" I watch, it's a daily internet talk show called "Good Mythical Morning" by Rhett and Link. It's on youtube. just search "Good Mythical Morning" I promise, it will make your day a thousand times better. Everyday. Man, these authors notes can get really random huh? Sorry... well, this chapter came to me while at the fair with my friend, JustJuliette. thanks for reading, reviewing, and following! Don't look out the window!

Chapter 12:

It's now been nearly two and a half years since the group left for Asgard. I'm stronger than I ever was, yet I also know now, I really need Clint to get back here. I've only gotten to talk to him once, other than the time I yelled at him in Japanese. You think calling out of the country is expensive? Try calling out of the Galaxy! It's a luxury even Tony Stark didn't want to pay for.

I'm still living with Pepper. My legs completely healed (for the most part) about a year ago. SHIELD gave me the option of going back on their shippy thingy, or staying here with Pepper. I chose Pepper. Not only is she my best (and only) friend, I need her, and she needs me.

My Thirtieth birthday is coming up. Pepper wants to throw me a party, I told her there's no one to invite. She said we could invite all of NYC if I wanted, but I'm not much of a party person. I feel old. It makes me wonder how old Natasha is. Maybe that's why she's so cranky all the time.

It's around noon time, and I'm just sitting on the balcony, watching the streets below. It's become my new hobby. For some reason it's more acceptable than watching television, also it's on the balcony, so I wouldn't dare go out there for everyone to see unless I was completely cleaned up and stuff.

Pepper walks in. "Hows it going Scarlette?" She asks, coming out on the balcony, and sitting next to me.

"Fine. Not great, not really bad either though. I'm kinda bored honestly." I said

"Ladies and gentleman, Scarlette Morgan, the woman who's bored in NYC!" Pepper said in a mock TV announcer voice.

I laughed at her joke, but sadly, it was true. I'm not much of a shopper, I don't like sitting in crowded dark rooms (even though I do like musicals, I just hate crowded dark rooms.) I'm not a sports fan, or a nature fan. I like being alone, or with one person I trust. I like running science experiments on dreaming, or beating captain america in hand-to-hand combat. There's not much in NYC for someone like me.

"You know what you should do?" Pepper said

"What?" I said, slightly worried about what her answer might be.

"Go to the fair!"

And now I'm standing in line in front of a ticket booth to get into the fair. I went to the fair alone, Pepper hates the fair, and who else would I bring. I'm starting to regret that. After I pay a whopping thirty dollars, (For one person?!), I walk to the gate, and give the man my ticket.

"Ma'am" The must be 17-year-old boy asked me.

"Yes?" I asked politely.

"Your weapon isn't very concealed." He said pointing to my belt. "And there's a rule about concealed weapons here."

What? Did you think I was going to go anywhere, much less a fair, without my gun?

"Oh... well, I'm going to keep my gun with me." I said, giving him a cheesy smile.

"I don't think you can do that ma'am. Either you go put your gun in the car, and come back, or you leave."

"You know what, here's what I'm going to do," I said digging around in my purse to find something. "I'm going to bring my gun in, and either you're going to let me, or I'm going to call my boss." I paused, and flipped out my fancy S.H.I.E.L.D. badge and waved it around. "And trust me, you don't want me to call my boss."

The boy nodded fearsomely. "Go ahead."

"Thanks." I said with a smirk.

I walk through the crowded streets, constantly getting bumped into by people and bombarded with people asking me to play their games. I know they're all rigged so that it's impossible to win. I find a booth with a few targets, and a plastic gun.

"Hey young lady, only a dollar." A grungy looking man says from behind the counter.

"Why not." I say innocently and hand him a dollar.

He loads up the gun for me and hands it to me. "Just get five bullseyes in a row, and you get a prize." he snickers.

Now it's time to show those carnies who's boss. I think to myself, and smile. I shoot five times in a row, never missing.

"oh.. chose any from the top row." he says, slightly frightened.

"What do I gotta do to get that one?" I say, pointing to a giant inflatable iron man.

"Oh? The Iron man?" He thinks for a second, and scratches his unruly beard. "eyes closed."

"Alright, well first, I want that cat, and second, here's my dollar." He hands me the cat, and I set it on the counter. He loads the gun, resets the targets, and stands back.

"no peeking." his now quite irritating little voice squeaks.

I close my eyes, and try to remember exactly the five positions I was in the first time I shot. I finish shooting, open my eyes, and see the grungy man with his mouth hanging wide open.

"how did you? But you... how?" He stammers.

"Let's just say, I practice." I said, putting a hand on my hip. "Now give me Tony." He hands me the iron man and I walk around for a few more hours, eating funnel cake and what not.

I was sitting on a bench, with my giant iron man, and giant pink cat, when a little girl runs up to me.

"I like you cat" She says timidly. "My name's Rosie."

"Hi there Rosie" I said kindly. "My name's Scarlette. Would you like my cat? I don't need it."

She giggled, and picked it up slowly. "Go ahead." I said smiling. She hugged it, and ran off to where a young women was frantically searching for something.

I watched as the young women hugged, than scolded Rosie. Rosie pointed at me, and I looked away as if I weren't watching. The young women smiled at me, and then as I looked up, mouthed the words "Thank you" before being drug in the other direction by Rosie.

It made me very happy, seeing how happy I had made Rosie. I thought about what Pepper said yesterday, about how I was a hero, and I realized, even if I couldn't be a hero to the whole world, I could at least be a hero to one person.

I picked up Giant Tony and lugged him to the car Pepper had loaned me, tossing him in the passenger seat and driving back to Stark Tower.

When I got home, I went up to Tony's lab, took a sharpie and wrote: "Dear Tony, I know how much you love yourself, so this is for you. -Scarlette" on the back of the inflatable iron man's head. I sat it down at Tony's desk, and left. I'm probably going to forget about this thing, but it'll be funny when he finds it!