Located to the east of the Palace grounds, the Royal Barracks served as the headquarters of the iDora Milaje. The five-storey facility housed a war-room, an armory, a mess and living quarters for the troops. Aside from the outdoor training area, where the elite bodyguards trained and sparred, there was also a subterranean indoor shooting range.
Pepper was heading for the shooting range. She had learned from Princess Shuri, that Natasha had politely declined to stay in the Palace guest quarters and instead, had her own room in the Barracks.
She entered the main building and took the stairs down to the basement. She reached the bottom of the staircase and walked down a silent empty hallway, towards the entrance of the range.
"It is just half past 7... I know that Okoye is with the Princess on an excursion... and it is dinner time, so most of the guards are in the mess. Natasha should be alone..."
Entry to the gun range, was restricted but the Princess had given her the security pin code. So she entered it at the locked metal doors, which swooshed open, to reveal the shadowy expansive shooting range.
Natasha was in a booth at the far end of the range. Pepper quickly picked up a set of protective ear muffs from a nearby shelf and put them on.
She watched Natasha aim her large rifle and fired at a target.
As Pepper walked towards the booth, Natasha fired shot after shot into the target. She glanced sideways at Pepper but did not stop shooting.
Pepper steeled herself for a difficult conversation.
Natasha has never liked me and the feeling is mutual... maybe because I can't bring myself to trust her... But now... I have no choice. I need her help. General Okoye will help me but... but I need Natasha's expertise as well... the more help, the better... and I cannot ask James...he'll tell Tony...
She stopped a little distance away from Natasha, so as not to disturb her and waited.
Natasha fired one more shot and Pepper turned to see the human outline target, riddled with bullet holes only in the head.
I've come to the right person. Now I just have to convince her to put aside her dislike and help me.
Natasha silently looked at Pepper and then back at the target. She fired another shot and then without warning, turned the rifle straight at Pepper.
Don't flinch. Don't move. This is an intimidation tactic. You know that.
Pepper just stood absolutely still and tall, which made Natasha grin. She lowered the rifle and pushed her headset off her ears.
"I think you took a wrong turn somewhere Miss Potts, the conference room isn't here."
Pepper pushed her own headset off.
"Actually, Natalie, I'm sorry, Miss Romanoff, I came to see you."
She deliberately used Natasha's fake name first, to irritate her. The blonde's grin grew wider.
"You wanted to see me? Let me guess! After Rogers, now it is my turn to be told off about letting Tony down in Berlin, huh?"
Pepper felt her ears grow warm with embarrassment.
Of course Steve had to tell her...
She said softly, "No Miss Romanoff, that's not why I am here. I want to learn how to shoot and fight in hand to hand combat, from someone who knows it best. Someone who has trained S.H.I.E.L.D agents and the newer Avengers."
Natasha's green eyes widened with shock.
"I think I didn't hear you right."
Pepper swallowed and said firmly, "I want to learn how to fight with my fists and how to use a gun effectively. I know how to shoot a gun but-"
"Oh yeah, I heard about your rescue mission in space." Natasha said dismissively. She turned and walked towards the shelves of guns behind them.
Then she racked the rifle on the shelf and without turning, spoke with a slow drawl, "According to Stark, you single-handedly saved him from alien organ traders by killing them off by the dozen, with only a photon gun! My kudos! I never thought you had the fighting spirit in you."
Pepper pushed away her annoyance at Natasha's jeering tone and said calmly, "I wasn't alone. The Ravagers, a team of space mercenaries helped me. One of them, Aleta, showed me the basics of using a gun, so I could fire. I guess I have a decent sense of aim because I wasn't completely useless in the fig-"
"Oh yeah..." Natasha drawled. "Well, why don't you let me be the judge?"
In a blur of motion, she pulled out a small grey pistol and handed it to Pepper, handle first.
"Show me what you can do, Miss Potts. She said with a smirk.
Pepper's heart thudded in her ears. She quietly took the pistol and turned towards the target area.
Then she pushed her headset back onto her ears and moved into a booth.
She stepped up to the firing line and assumed the position that Aleta had taught her, aiming for a fresh target that was 10 meters away.
Focus. Eyes straight. Look at the target. Focus on the target. Forward stance, shoulders ahead of hips, feet shoulder-width apart, weight on my toes. Disengage safety. Raise gun and aim. Place thumb on trigger carefully. Take a deep breath and... fire!
She had forgotten how powerful the recoil was from firing a small gun and stumbled backwards, when the bullet was fired. Due to this, she missed the target.
Natasha didn't say a word, so Pepper quickly lifted her gun and tried again, this time bracing for the recoil. She fired and hit the target straight in the chest.
"Finish the magazine." Natasha said and she obeyed, firing 5 shots into the target, until she heard the click of the empty magazine.
Then she took her thumb off the trigger, lowered her gun and stepped back from the firing line. Natasha pressed the carrier button and brought the target forward.
Looking at the sheet, Pepper could see that she had hit the target in the chest twice and once in each arm. Two of her shots, the first and one in the middle, had missed the target.
"Four out of 6 shots... it's not great but for someone who spends most of their time behind a desk... it's not so bad..." Natasha said wryly. "You didn't aim for the head at all... is that intentional?"
"No, I was taught how to shoot to maim and then the chest shot for the kill. I know it is tough to fire head shots, so I didn't bother trying because... I did not want to miss when I fired."
"I see... Okay, let's try one right now...let me just load another magazine."
Natasha reloaded the gun and handed it back to Pepper, who adopted her firing stance again. Then Natasha sent the target back to its position and stood very close to Pepper.
She didn't move a muscle as the other woman silently studied her.
"I like your stance. Good posture, good grip... shoulders and feet in the right place... you forgot the recoil in the first shot but you remembered for the next shots and that's good. Now here..."
She placed her hand below Pepper's aligned wrists and gently pushed them up.
"You are aiming a little low... line up your sights, rear and front sights of the gun... front sight should be clear, rear sight should be a little fuzzy... imagine that the sheet has eyes and a nose and a face... aim for the spot between the eyes. Just picture it. Don't fire."
Pepper did exactly as she said.
"Okay... now... take a deep breath and hold it! Let the air out very slowly, slow down your breathing, take the safety off, aim and then shoot!"
She fired a single shot that missed the target completely.
Natasha murmured, "Try again."
This time, her shot hit the target in the neck.
"Again, Potts."
She concentrated, breathed out really slowly through her nose and fired. The bullet struck the very edge of the head.
"Close but not good enough..." Natasha said quietly. "Put the gun down."
Pepper put the safety on and lowered the gun. She stepped out of the booth, handing the gun back to Natasha and slipped her headset off.
Natasha neatly placed the pistol in the holster on her waist. She took Pepper's headset from her and picked up her own and then smartly walked away from Pepper, towards the entry door, which was also the only way to exit the range.
She stared at the blonde's retreating figure in disbelief.
"Romanoff!" Pepper called out. "At least say no to my face!"
Natasha had reached the exit and was punching in her security code. She walked through the door, then yelled over her shoulder, "I need a drink! And a shower! I'll meet you at the entrance to the Barracks in 10 minutes!"
Twenty minutes later, they were at a posh club, located 10 minutes away from the Palace. One of the Palace cars had dropped them and would take them home. During the ride, Natasha hadn't said a word but now Pepper knew what she was up to.
She's playing the waiting game with me, she wants me to lose my patience and just come out and ask her for her judgement... but I am not going to give her the satisfaction, I can wait all night if I have to...
The bar was crowded but the barkeeper saw Natasha and ushered them to a quiet end of the counter, where a couple of bar stools were vacant.
Pepper looked back at the bustling loud throng of people all around them and then glanced at Natasha. She was staring at the alcohol-laden shelves along the bar's wall, drumming her fingers on the counter.
"So Romanoff..." Pepper started slowly and Natasha turned towards her with a smirk.
"You come here often?"
A flash of disappointment crossed the blonde's face but she quickly recovered and answered slowly, "Every weekend."
Pepper nodded politely and then the barkeeper came towards them with their drinks.
"Ladies, I apologize for the delay but as you can see, we are full tonight!"
"That's perfectly alright, Ekene." Natasha said with a soft smile, that made the barkeeper smile shyly.
He placed one cocktail glass in front of Natasha. "Your usual, Madam, Grey Goose vodka cucumber cocktail with freshly squeezed lemon juice."
"And for you, ma'am, dry vodka martini with lots of olives, as requested." He placed Pepper's drink on the counter and smiled brightly at them. "Enjoy!"
Pepper closed her hand around her glass but she didn't lift it. She looked sideways at Natasha, who was idly swirling her glass.
"Okay. I'll give." Natasha said quietly. "I think I know your reasons but I want to hear you say them."
She fell silent and Pepper asked curiously, "My reasons? For what?"
Natasha stared at her, the corners of her mouth curving slightly.
"You honestly have nothing to say to me about Berlin?"
Pepper snorted with laughter and then quickly covered her mouth. Natasha shrugged.
"I am just curious... I've been waiting for you to come at me, ever since Steve told me about your garden tete-a-tete... how you threatened him, that if he tried to hurt Tony again... he'd have to face you... so I ask... why don't I get the same warning?"
Pepper took a deep breath.
"This is going to sound harsh. But I mean no disrespect at all. Tony was hurt by Steve defending Bucky because he trusted him. And I know slowly but surely, he's going to start trusting Steve again. That's why I warned Captain Rogers about hurting him. But you..." she paused, looking directly into Natasha's green eyes.
"He's never trusted you. And neither have I. I don't blame you for doing what you did in Berlin. You are a spy first and an Avenger second. You have your own path and reasons. Tony and I both know you are unpredictable and that you will do as you see fit. So I see no point in warning you about hurting Tony because A, I know Tony won't let you get close enough to hurt him. And B... I don't trust you, so I anyways have my eye on you."
Natasha widened her bright green eyes. Pepper kept her face as still as possible. But inside, she waited with bated breath for the other woman's reaction.
Great. I just coolly insulted the very dangerous ex-government agent, whose help I need. Fuck! I hope she doesn't slap me in the face for saying all that. But I think I can certainly say goodbye to getting her help...
Natasha sighed and then leaned sideways on the counter, propping her face on her hand.
"You wanna know something funny... most people... people who don't know me... or even people who think they know me... they tip-toe around me because of my reputation, because of my past, because of my former line of work... because they fear me and they fear how I may react... so either they lie... or they don't lie but they never speak their mind either. But you."
Her lips curved into a small smile.
"Ever since the day I met you, Potts... I've always admired how you just spoke your mind. In all matters, not just me. Even after my identity was revealed, you never treated me any differently. And now... after all those years... I appreciate that trait even more... coz I need to hear some straight talking..."
She raised her glass towards Pepper's.
"Za Vstrechu."
Pepper clinked her glass against Natasha's and took a sip of her bitter dry martini.
Natasha downed her drink in one go and put the glass down on the counter, smacking her lips.
"Mmmhhh, that hit the spot... Ekene!"
The young barkeeper came over and neatly replaced Natasha's empty glass with a filled one.
"Thank you."
Natasha took a sip of her drink and then looked at Pepper over her glass.
"Maybe it isn't straight talking that I need.. but a sense of purpose... I have been stuck in a sort of limbo... after the Snap. Losing Sam and Wanda and T'Challa..."
She straightened, gazing into the distance bleakly.
"By now you must have heard the same sad story too many times... everyone lost someone near and dear that day... me... I didn't have a family to lose... at least... not a conventional family. We were a band of rogue super-heroes... but we were a family... now... now I feel empty... I've lost my sense of purpose... I train all day... but for what? What's next, what's there..."
She grimaced and straightened herself.
"God, listen to me."
Her accent suddenly appeared.
"One drink down and I am talking like Rogers. Or at least I imagine Steve would talk like this... he's been grieving on his own... it is good you and Tony came... I'm hoping the Captain will snap out of his melancholy. Thor and Bruce have already brightened up since you guys landed."
She raised her hand, signalling the barkeep and then looked at Pepper.
"How rude of me... I've been doing all the talking. So tell me, Potts... why the sudden urge to learn how to fight and shoot? You thinking of becoming a vigilante? If so, Barton would be a better teacher than me... if he could be found..." she finished bitterly.
Pepper watched the other woman down her second drink in one go and swallow hard. Natasha caught her gaze and then shrugged with a lop-sided grin.
"I stop talking now. Go ahead."
"I am tired. Tired of watching Tony come close to dying and me being useless and unable to help him. The next time, the next mission, I want to be there, fighting alongside him. I want to have his back. And for that, I need your help."
Natasha blinked hard.
"Erm... but... but I heard you and Tony got engaged..."
"Yes, we have. We've been engaged for close to a year now."
"But..." She rubbed her chin. "So... so because of that... I thought you'd want him to stop doing what he usually does..."
"I would never ask him to stop being Iron Man. Iron Man is a part of Tony Stark, a part of the man I love. What I would like, is for Tony to slow down, to be a little more careful, to work with a team, so it isn't just him fighting enemies all alone..." she said a little pointedly.
Natasha bit her lip and looked away.
"Yeah, I see your point... and I agree with it..." she barked out a laugh. "It seems so hypocritical, Fury, Steve, Bruce, even Barton... from time to time, they would lecture Tony about his rebellious independent streak. All the war-room chit-chat, Stark ain't a team player, watch Stark, he needs handling and so on... and then... and then Fury's gone. S.H.I.E.L.D is gone. There's a new guy in town, a government hard-ass dictator, he's setting down some difficult rules and that time..." she pinched her nostrils. "That's the time when a team needs to stick together... and instead... we crumble like a stack of cards."
"And turn on each other." Pepper said tightly, feeling the familiar sense of bitterness rising.
Natasha looked at her with sadness.
"I am not trying to give you excuses but... but things were tough. After Ultron... with Bruce gone and Thor busy in Asgard... the brunt of the Sokovia aftermath fell on Tony. Which I know, was unfair! But it was also very unfortunate. Meanwhile Steve... Steve decided what better way to focus on the future, then to invest in the future. With all the new recruits. He... he felt so betrayed, so devastated... by S.H.I.E.L.D's collapse, finding out that Hydra was within us all along, manipulating situations and policies, to ultimately take over the world. So he was very distrustful of the government. Then when Ross came along with his finger-pointing, bloodthirsty attitude that the Avengers had to be controlled... Steve rebelled. He felt this was Hydra again behind the scenes, trying to control the Avengers, so that its evil plans could take place... and he was also angered by Ross' bloodlust towards Wanda. The arrival of Barnes didn't help one bit... and then all along, to find out it was all Zemo pulling strings behind the scene..."
She sighed sadly.
"I know what I did, was... I deliberately played double agent... but... but I had my reasons. At first I agreed with Tony. In Berlin, I helped him capture Barnes... but then... after Steve told me about Barnes' conditioning... I did some digging on Thaddeus Ross... and I remembered what Bruce had told me about him... he's a vengeful violent man... who had been given carte blanche, he could do absolutely as he saw fit. Ross could be reasoned with and that frightened Steve. Of what he would do to Barnes and Wanda because Ross considered them threats. Look, I wasn't supporting Steve against Tony and I certainly do not support his behavior in Siberia. He should have told Tony the truth when he knew it. Tony had every right to react the way he did. Anyone would react that way. And Steve deliberately kept it from him... he should have given Tony time to assimilate it, to think about it, to calm down! I mean, look at T'Challa. He was out for Bucky's blood because he assassinated his father. But when T'Challa came to know that Barnes was brainwashed, he wasn't in his senses, he calmed down and he actually helped Bucky in the long run."
Natasha exhaled heavily, pushing her hair off her face.
"Crap, I'm ranting here, I know but I am just trying to explain... why I did what I did... I just wanted to save Steve. I wanted to protect him. From Ross. I saw how much Steve cared for Bucky, how he was willing to sacrifice everything... because they fought together, because they were friends... in him, I saw myself and Clint and I knew I had to help Steve. He's my friend. I knew that if I helped them escape Berlin, Steve and Barnes would go underground. No one would ever find them. And Ross would get bored and call off his hunt. But I did not expect, I did not think that Tony would try to find them, to reason with them. I didn't think he'd do that..."
She lowered her head.
"I didn't think it through, end of story. I just wanted to save Steve from Ross' wrath. I didn't... I want to make it very clear and I know it doesn't really matter but I want to say it... I did not choose Tony over Steve. I am... I am equally fond of them both. Steve going Rogue and on the run... I had anticipated it but not at the cost of hurting Tony and letting him down."
Pepper really did not know to say.
She seems so genuinely contrite and... and guilty... and she's... she's sort of right? There's no telling what Ross would have done to Steve for disobeying his orders. And Natasha, now that she has explained it, she's was in such a difficult position. Steve and Tony were her teammates and she was asked to choose between them... I can't... I can't really fault her...
She paused, waiting for the bartender to finish setting down a new drink for Natasha. When he had left, she cleared her throat.
"Romanoff... I know it wasn't easy for you... to admit all that. I'll stop being sarcastic. Yes, I am bitter about what happened to Tony. I love him and he was hurt, hurt physically and mentally, by what happened in Berlin and Siberia. And he'll never admit it but he missed being part of a team, he missed the Avengers. He cared for you guys deeply. But slowly and surely... he managed to move on. He had to. His friend, James, was bedridden from the injuries he sustained in Berlin. And so Tony, he went back to his roots, he began to research and invent and tinker, all to find some way to to help his friend... and his efforts worked! He built James an exo-skeleton suit to help him walk. And that achievement... it made him realize how he could help others, soldiers like James who had been disabled through combat or war-torn civilians. He realized that he did not have to be an Avenger to help people, he did not need the government, he could help with his scientific research and inventiveness, with his philanthropic efforts and charity. And also... he decided to... do something quite unexpected for Tony Stark... he decided to guide others who wanted to do good but didn't have the opportunities he was given. Others like Peter Parker, a bright young man who had a passion to fight evil and protect the innocent, even with the limited resources he had."
Natasha quirked an eyebrow. "I thought Stark recruited the Parker just to... well..." she grimaced, "Just to fill up his roster, for the fight against Steve in Berlin. With Bucky and Wanda on Steve's side, Tony seemed a little... short of people."
"It may seem that way to you but Peter Parker had been on Tony's radar for quite a while. The young man had developed an appreciative YouTube following for his valiant crime-fighting efforts and Tony saw he had potential, that he just needed better resources and guidance. But after Berlin, when he saw how close Peter had come to being grievously hurt, he grew worried. Tony thought he would be a bad influence on the young man, so he entrusted his care to Happy and tried to stay in the background."
She found herself smiling.
"A step which failed miserably because he had underestimated young Peter and his maturity and his determination. Peter continued with his neighborhood heroism, came through in the end by stopping a home-grown villain and... well, for once, Tony saw hope... hope for the future and for himself... that he didn't need to be the lone soldier fighting battles, that as long as there were people like Peter, Earth would be safe."
She bit her lip, sadness roiling through her.
"He enjoyed being a mentor and found so much common ground with Peter, that they grew very attached to each other... they had a wonderful relationship... and then Thanos happened."
Natasha sighed heavily. Pepper went on slowly, "Now for Tony... Peter's death... is yet another death that he is responsible for... a young man who he thought he was helping... and it isn't just Peter... the millions of people who lost their lives in the Snap... I know Tony, I know he will stop at nothing to avenge them... or die trying... but this time, I've made up my mind... I am going to be there for him. But for that, I need to be prepared."
She fell silent, waiting for Natasha's reaction. The Russian showed no hint of any expression but Pepper could tell she was thinking over her words.
Natasha slurped her drink slowly and then murmured, "So what do you hope to achieve? Become Iron Woman? Become Tony's bodyguard? What?"
"I am tired of being helpless." She said calmly. "Tony being stuck in space... it brought back horrible memories of Afghanistan... when he was kidnapped and tortured by the Ten Rings...and all I could do... was wait... wait for days on end for any news or plead with the Army to do something... I couldn't help him and it killed me, to wait and do nothing while he suffered... ultimately, Tony rescued himself. But now ten years later, I found myself in the same situation... once again Tony was missing, in a realm far far away and I, once again, was helpless and desperate, for someone to do something... for someone to save him! Because I couldn't!"
"But this time, you found him, Potts."
"I know but it was difficult and it was only because of the Ravagers help and Wong... actually, it was Thaddeus fucking Ross... he pissed me off with his casual dismissal of Tony being 'Collateral damage'" She instinctively clenched her fists. "That was the straw that broke the camel's back, that was it. I realized I was done sitting on the sidelines and being useless!"
Natasha's face softened. "You were never useless, Pepper. You may not have physically been in his fights but you remained steadfast by Tony's side for so many years, supporting him through victories and defeats... emotional support is never useless. Loving someone is never useless..." She looked away. "Take it from me... sometimes, knowing that there's someone who loves you, who will be there for you, is the only thing that saves you from the demons that plague you, after the fight..."
She was taken aback by Natasha's emotional words but tried not to show it.
Natasha murmured, "Now I have to warn you... combat training... it isn't going to be easy. I know you are an active athletic woman but training to fight imposes a lot of physical demands on a person..."
"I know. And I am prepared. For whatever it takes."
"And then there's your physical strength and stamina... both of which, you should build up if you want to wield an Arc suit successfully."
Pepper laughed. "Oh, I am not going to wear a suit! When I was in space, I used light armored clothing and a gun! I could fight and protect myself, so I definitely do not need a suit."
Much to her surprise, Natasha's lips curved slowly into a mischievous grin. "Give it time, Potts, give it time... once you get a taste of the fighting spirit, you are going to want a suit."
"Well, let us just see, shall we."
"Yes... besides, I'd bet a million dollars Stark has already designed a couple of dozen suits for you. He'd be heartbroken if you didn't wear one of his custom souped-up suits!"
Pepper bit her lip. "Tony... does not know about... well, he does not know of my plans. So..."
She felt her ears grow warm as Natasha whistled low in appreciation.
"Why Miss Potts!" She said teasingly with a drawl. "This is a side of you, I never thought existed... Stark does not know that you want to fight! That you want to join him in his next battle! Wow!"
"He does not need to know right now. Later. When I am ready. I'll make him an omelette and break it to him gently." She smiled to herself. "James doesn't know either. I have only revealed my thoughts to you, Okoye and the Princess."
"The Princess!" Natasha straightened in her seat. "That's good! Princess Shuri is an excellent armorer and weapons expert! She's the one who designed T'Challa's Black Panther suit! She can really set you up with some great high-tech fighting gear and armor! In fact, let's have an armor-fitting meeting after one or two training sessions... I'll remember to do so!"
Pepper was filled with hope but she controlled herself. "Does this mean... you'll help me?"
Natasha gave her a smirk and then turned towards the barkeeper. "Ekene, we need to seal a deal, please get my special."
"Your special?" Pepper murmured, confused. Natasha winked.
Her hesitation grew when Ekene came over with two shot glasses, filled with what looked like whiskey. Pepper lifted hers and sniffed at the strong distinct odor.
"I know it isn't your typical choice of beverage but..." Natasha grinned cheekily. "It seems perfect for the occasion."
She lifted her glass. "Here's to the future... as long as we live, I suppose we hope..."
She touched her glass to Pepper's lightly and then downed it in one shot. Pepper stared at the dark brown liquid, trying not to grimace.
"Come on Potts, this shall put some hair on your chest!"
"I... I am not sure I want that..."
"Come on, being bold starts now!"
So she willed herself to drink it and imitating Natasha, Pepper drank it down in one hard gulp. Which she regretted instantly, when her throat was set on fire.
"Hey hey, slow down, Potts!" She felt Natasha clap her hard on the back. "You need to build up strength, remember! So no chugging until you can handle it, alright! Now! Since we have a deal, let us waste no time... I know you and the Princess have a planned itinerary... so we need to pick an appropriate time for our training sessions. What time do you normally exercise?"
"I am an early riser and I am usually up at 6 am, to start my day with some cardio or yoga and then strength workouts once a week."
"Good, good..." Natasha rubbed her hands together pensively. "I'll talk to Okoye... we got to pick an area to train but that shouldn't be a problem, the Barracks are huge... we'll design a program... Okoye and I... Okoye's the physical combat expert, I'll help you with guns and stealth... the Princess for the tech..."
She looked Pepper up and down. "Yes, yes, Shuri shall be the perfect sparring partner for you... and I suppose since Stark doesn't know, we gotta be quiet about this?"
"Oh yes! Please! Not until I tell him... I'll tell him but I just want to start..." She was so overcome with happiness, that she placed her hand on Natasha's. "Thank you, thank you, Romanoff, for choosing to help me."
Natasha froze, her green eyes wide and unblinking. She looked down at Pepper's hand. Realizing she may have overstepped, Pepper lifted her hand, only for Natasha to grip it tightly with her other hand.
"Thank you, Miss Potts... for listening to my side of the story... and for giving me some purpose."
I do not have any experience with guns, I had an air gun when I was young but that was a long time ago, so I am sure there are mistakes in Natasha's gun instructions but I read and watched a lot of videos to come up with them.
Next chapter (which is going to be uploaded after Xmas or so), the Science Bros reunite!