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The Referee

It was with the laptop in her hands that she walked into the lab, hoping beyond hope that there would be someone there with more knowledge about computers than she did. Hermione was about to ask for help when she came into what could only be called chaos. Face to face were none other than Dr. Jane Foster and Tony Stark. She looked off to the side to find her sister, as well as Bruce, Pepper, an older man and a younger woman she had never met before and, last but not least, Scott Lang.

She went over to her sister and inquired, "Have all of the televisions in the building broken and all the books burned?"

Darcy blinked at her. "Uh, no."

"Then has Hollywood and Broadway given up the ghost at entertaining the masses?" she went on.

"No," this time from Pepper.

"Then why pray tell are you watching these two fools arguing like a couple of three-year-old nitwits, as if it's the only entertainment to be had?" They started to back up away from her. "Get back to work! All of you!" She went over towards Jane and Tony. "Both of you with me. Now."

"Hold on one…" Tony started.

With Jane going with, "You're not the boss of me…"

She put down her computer, whipped out her wand, and proceeded to place a silencing charm on the both of them. And proceeded to hiss between her teeth, "Both of you with me. Now."

They entered one of the offices. Hermione slammed the door once they had joined her there. She pointed to the two visitor chairs.

"I'm going to make this as simple as possible," she told them. "I could care less what you're arguing about. But when you manage to make yourselves and thusly everyone in this office look like a bunch of buffoons as a result that's when I have a problem." She leaned back in the chair she was in, telling them, "I will be removing the silencing spell. When I do that you will tell me what is the matter in a calm, professional manner. If you can't handle that, I'll re-silence you for an hour so you can think over your words."

She removed the spell and waited. Jane and Tony glared at each other and it was Jane who spoke first.

"He tried to get rid of my machines," she snarled.

"Okay," Hermione said slowly. "Was there a legitimate reason behind this?" She looked to Tony. "One that would make sense beyond them being an eye sore that is."

"They are not only an eye sore, but dilapidated pieces of junk that should have been scrapped years ago!"

"Dial it back with the temper," she warned Tony. "I said take a professional tone, not screech like a bloody banshee." She flicked a look over to Jane. "Were they a danger to others?"

Jane frowned. "I don't think so."

"Meaning you don't know," Hermione murmured, looking over to Tony. "Was there a safer machine that could take over…"

"I'm not…" Hermione flicked her wand at her, silencing her once again.

"Don't interrupt me," she told her. "We will be taking care of the issue like adults. Everyone will have their say and this will happen in due course without acting as if you've never learned to conduct yourselves like grown men or women. Understood?" When Jane did nothing but pout and glare at Hermione, the witch repeated in a growl, "Understood?"

Jane's eyes went wide and she nodded her head rapidly.

She removed the spell once again and said, "Very good. Now like I asked before is there a safer machine that could do the same work?"

"I don't know, as she won't let me breathe near them, let alone know what they're supposed to do."

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Hank Pym leaned over towards Scott and asked, "Who was that?"

"Hermione Granger," he told him. "She was the mathematician that did the corrections for you a few months back. The one you kept canceling the Zoom appointments with, but did the work anyway as it intrigued her."

"That's her?" He stood up straighter. "I always got this image in my head that she went around looking like a schoolmarm."

"Hey! That's my sister!" Darcy snapped.

"No insult intended," Hank told her.

Sighing Darcy admitted, "None taken. Her favorite place on earth is a library in Scotland." She looked over to the older man, adding, "I think she'd live there if she could."

The three left the office with Hermione out the door last, scooping up her computer as she went.

"They're going to team up and create new machines," Hermione announced. "But in the meantime, we're going to be playing laser tag. Everyone's invited!"

"Laser tag?" Darcy asked, as they were all leaving the labs. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Probably not," Hermione admitted. "But they'll both be shooting nonlethal weapons at the other as a way to vent." She looked to her sister. "It was the only thing I could think of!" Swallowing thickly, she muttered, "We need to call Nat, Clint, Phil, Steve, and Bucky don't we?"

"Totally," Darcy replied. "Why don't you make those calls, while I fix your computer?"

Smiling Hermione handed her the computer, as she pulled out her cell. "How did you know?"

"I come from a long line of know it alls," Darcy shot back, making her sister laugh.

TBC…

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