Disclaimer: Nothing from the Marvel universe belongs to us. Aren't you thankful for that? Stan Lee is… his own. South Park isn't ours either.

A/N: This is the last chapter (with a short epilogue coming VERY soon - in a couple of minutes, actually!). We originally didn't mean to include Storm and Kitty, but since so many of you kept asking about them, we cooked up this. Isn't part of the original story, really. You can pick the scenario you like best! The Avenger bit at the end is something that has annoyed us to no end, and finally we can put it into one of our stories. Enjoy!

(Has to resort to tapping on the desk to get a drum roll…) Here comes:

Storm/Kitty scenarios! It's not what you think! And it's all Magneto's fault!

Scenario One:

Magneto had made Kitty watch South Park for too long. So when Ororo came asking her if she could borrow three dollars and fifty cents, Kitty whipped out one of Bishop's guns and screamed:

"DIE, LOCK NESS MONSTER!!!"

Scenario Two:

Storm came home to find Kitty sitting there, crying. "What is it, kitten?" she asked.

"*sniff* Oh, Ororo! I just found out! I'm… I'm…"

"What, Kitty?" Ororo started getting worried.

"I'm… I'm… STORM! I'M YOUR DENTIST!"

Storm gasped, horrified. "What are you saying?!"

"I… It's all Magneto's fault!"

"Oh. That explains everything! I understand, Kitty. I forgive you!"

Scenario Three:

The Beast had a revelation to make. He turned towards the two worried women in the medical lab. "Storm, Kitty, I've just found out something. You are clones."

"What?" Storm croaked.

"You are both clones of a man called Stan Lee," Hank said. "I know this may come as a shock, but-"

"Stanley WHO?!" Kitty yelled.

"Just Stan Lee. He's a comic book man, apparently. Looks a lot like J. Jonah Jameson."

Storm and Kitty looked at each other.

"But we don't look even remotely like J. Jonah Jameson!" They protested.

"I know. It's all Magneto's fault."

"Thank God for that," Ororo whispered to Kitty.

Scenario Four:

"You three might have wondered why you look so much alike," Beast said.

Storm, Kitty and Bishop looked at each other. "No," they said simultaneously. "Not really."

"Well, all the same, oh my stars and garters get me some twinkies, blablabla, you're triplets."

"That doesn't fit," Bishop said. "First of all, we don't look alike. Second, Storm is older than Kitty, and I'm not really born yet! Nobody can be in labour for that long!"

"Honestly, do you have to say that?" Beast sighed. "This is the Marvel Universe. And it's all Magneto's fault."

After a sentence like that, nobody would argue anymore. The triplets went up to Bishop's room to have a fight over who got to have the biggest gun.

Meanwhile, at the Avengers':

Loki: Thor, I am not thy half brother.

Thor: What speakest thou, trickster?

Loki: I am thy father's blood brother.

Thor (whips out a copy of Norse Mythology): By mine hammer! Thou art right! Comest thou, uncle, let us drink mead and talk of things past!

Loki: Prithee, nephew, thou speakest wisely!

Thor: Aye, uncle, we havest much to catch up on! Why didst thou make me wear that dress that time (so long ago)?

(They walk off, arm in arm.)

A/N: The next chapter is an epilogue with a short story, and a message from both of us to all of you. And God bless us, every one. (Except that He's still golfing. Buggritt, millenium hand and shrimp.)