A Visit from the Avengers!

To Raliena: Hey Rae! I'm glad you liked the last chapter! Enjoy this new one!

To Sparky Genocide: Yeah, and I can imagine that Jameson would not mind mutants, but he doesn't like mutants that decide to use their powers to play vigilante. JJ hates Ben Ulrich, huh? Well, did you know his nephew Phil was a heroic version of the Green Goblin for a while? It…was weird. Very weird. Very, very, weird. Very, very, very weird. Ben Ulrich knew Daredevil's secret identity, huh? Cool. I think he's a public hero now. I think everyone knows Matt Murdock is Daredevil now. I'm not sure. I like your suggestion, but I think the cops would rather arrest the X-Men, considering the fact that they're considered outlaws, and the Avengers are considered legit because the government played a part in forming them. I hope you like the new chapter!

To Red Witch: Yeah, another jet has bitten the dust! Anyway, I've been keeping up with "This Soap Opera Called Life" and I loved the chapters! Can't wait for more!

Disclaimer: "I got the Cat Scratch Fever." - Ted Nugent, Cat Scratch Fever

Chapter 9: Coming Back!

Downtown Bayville

"This is so awesome." Kid Razor grinned. He and Clint Barton, aka Hawkeye, were decked out on lawn chairs, bowls of popcorn on their laps, and cold drinks in the arms. They were watching Amora and the She-Hulk catfight.

"Asgardian witch!"

"Midgardian brat!"

"Cow!"

"Serpent!"

"Old Bag!"

"Foul demon!"

"Oh yeah." Clint grinned in agreement, high-fiving Razor.

"You two are complete perverts, you know that?" Jubilee put her hands on her hips as she scolded the two heroes.

"Hey, I deserve this." Clint smirked. "After all the times that green gal has thrown me around and used me like a punching bag, I deserve to ogle at the She-Hulk in a catfight."

"Maybe she wouldn't lay the smackdown on you so much if you would stop throwing her those dumb pick-up lines." Jubilee said.

"Hey, those pick-up lines work!"

"Yeah, they work like a dead battery." Razor quipped.

"Oh, shut up." Clint pouted. Meanwhile, Scott was standing in front of the flaming wreckage of the X-Jet, which exploded after Amora caused an arrow of Clint's to hit the X-Jet in just the right spot. He fell to his knees.

"The jet…" Scott squeaked. "The jet…The jet…The jet…The jet…" Warren walked up next to Scott.

"Uhm, Scott…It was an accident. Clint was clearly aiming for Amora." Warren tried to reassure.

"The jet…"

"She does have magic powers…"

"The jet…"

"She can screw up the path of his arrows, man."

"The jet…"

"Clint's a bit of a letch, but he's a real good archer. He hits what he aims at. It was Amora's fault. She screwed up the path of Clint's arrow."

"The jet…"

"Uhm…He's gone. The man's gone." Warren sighed. He left Scott to wallow in his own trauma.

"I hope you're filming this, Barton." Razor grinned, watching the superheroine catfight.

"On it." Clint produced a camera.

"Can someone help me?" Tigra called. She was trying to lift a snoozing Thor.

"Zzzzzzzzz…die, Frost Giants…zzzzzzz…ooh Sif, thou art cheeky, huh huh huh…" Thor mumbled sleepily. "Zzzzzzzz…That's some nice outfit, Amora…zzzzzzzzz…"

"Oh, brother." Tigra rolled her eyes. "Thor, you wing-helmeted dope, wake up!"

"Are you really sure you want to join the Avengers?" Razor asked Jubilee. The Asian mutant grinned.

"Heck yeah!"

"Hey, somebody help me!" Tigra exclaimed. "Thor, where's your helmet?!"

"Zzzzzz…TV…We all on TV…zzzzzz…"

"Oh forget it!" Tigra groaned.

"Hang on, Tigra. I got him." Jean used her telekinetic powers to raise Thor up. "I'll get him back to the mansion and get my car to get you guys back home." Jean flew off, Thor in tow.

"Ale! More ale!" Thor sleep-screamed.

"Shut up, Thor." Jean grumbled.

"Now what do we do about them?" Warren asked Storm and Logan, pointing at a brawling She-Hulk and Amora with his thumb.

"I say let 'em finish." Logan rolled his eyes. "Like heck if I'm breaking that up. I value my health."

"Good point." Warren noted.

"Oh you two…" Storm rolled her eyes. She walked up to the catfight, and called upon a lightning bolt. The bolt knocked the two super-powered girls apart. They both had marks on them that indicated they went through a scuffle.

"Hey!" They both exclaimed. They both glared at each other.

"Watch it, Storm!" Clint yelled. "You nearly broke my camera!"

The Xavier Institute, a few minutes later

"Man, what a great night! I got to lay some good shots on Amora!" Jenny grinned. She stated throwing her fists in the air in exaggerated punching motions. "Pow! Pow! Wham!"

"AGH!!" Scott ended up fling through the door, thanks to Jenny accidentally nailing him with her punches.

"Oops. Sorry." Jenny winced. "I really have got to watch that."

"No no no no NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" Kitty and Greer screamed at the TV. They were watching a Bears game.

"Like, I can't believe it!" Kitty groaned.

"If only we could have the '85 lineup back." Greer sighed. "I tell you, you put "The Fridge" on defense, you're basically putting the Great Wall of China on the field."

"No kidding." Kitty agreed. "What happened to the Bears?"

"1986 happened, that's what." Greer joked. The two Chicago girls burst out laughing.

"Oh yeah." Kitty laughed. "Have you ever seen that totally silly song the '85 Bears did?"

"Oh yeah, I heard it." Greer laughed. "My Dad and Mom told me back in the day, you couldn't walk down the street in Chicago without hearing the Super Bowl Shuffle." She started singing. "We're not here, to start no trouble/We're just here to do the Super Bowl Shuffle!" Kitty laughed at that.

"That song is so dumb." Kitty laughed. "Good thing they won the Super Bowl that year, or else they'd look really stupid."

"Thank goodness." Greer agreed.

"What're you girls yappin' about?" Jenny asked.

"The Chicago Bears." Kitty and Greer replied together. Jenny laughed.

"The Bears. More like the Teddy Bears." Jenny smirked. "Me? I'm a Raider girl…when they're in LA."

"At least the Browns stayed in one city." Razor chuckled as he walked by.

"What're you up to now, Razor?" Jenny wondered.

"The Kid of Rock says he grew bored with watching Scott trying to chew out Clint. Entertaining, but eventually grew stale. He's going to go find some amusement…" Razor smirked as he walked off, pulling out his wallet and counting the money inside.

Well, looks like things have finally calmed down…or have they? What insanity will happen next? What's Razor up to? Will Greer sing the Super Bowl Shuffle some more? Will Scott be able to chew out Clint? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!