OK, so I had a couple of replies for the hat thing, like soda hats, top hats, Loki hats, cute panda hats, but none of them were right! It was an Adventure Time hat, yaaaaaay! All rights to respective idiots and enjoy! (Based on something that happened to me. Just think that my sister is Tony, my mother Nick, and me Natasha and Drew.)

Kittehkatkakes xxx

Drew was on a mission. She snooped through Tony's cupboards, looking for a hat like Thor's (which was absolutely amazing) because she really really wanted one. It was OK, Tony was in the shower and he probably wouldn't be out for ages. As usual. The Warrior sighed in disappointment as she emptied the last of the hats on the floor and found nothing. Instead, she picked up a black beanie and slung that on her head. She looked good in black. Then the superhero paused in absolute horror, before giggling to herself. She could hear something coming from Tony's bathroom.

"Tasha, come here!" She whispered over their private comms. The assassin crept into the room a few moments later. By this time, Drew had her phone out and was recording Tony singing in the shower. She pointed towards the door, and the girls fell about in fits of giggles, before Natasha whispered,

"I have an idea."

~about an hour's time skip~

"FURY! NICK, OH BOY YOU GOTTA HEAR THIS!" The girls screamed in unison as they ran around the helicarrier.

"What? What the hell is going on?!" Fury yelled as the girls locked on to their target.

"We… we caught Tony singing in the shower!" They cried.

"Aaaaaand… what's wrong with that?" He asked.

"Well, it's not right." He just looked at them sceptically. Then realisation dawned on Drew.

"OH… we get it." Natasha looked at her questioningly, and she whispered something into the assassin's ear. The red-head nodded.

"What?"

"You, Nicholas Fury, think it's OK to sing in the shower, because you sing opera in the shower every day."

"I do not!" But there was no changing the girl's minds.

~tomorrow~

Nick Fury walked onto the bridge. He was not happy. The girls (well, Drew,) had drawn posters of him – in a dress and in an opera house, standing next to a microphone. There were music notes coming out of his mouth. They had written something about a concert and invited everybody who worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. How was he going to clear this one up?