A/N: The author, it lives! *gasp* Hi. Sorry for the wait, so I decided just to give you guys this mini-chapter. RL, lack of plot, indecision as to where to take the rest of the story because movies aren't coming out fast enough... it all adds up, ya know? Also, I've been working on some Star Trek and Stargate stories which may or may not be coming out soon, depending... anywho.

Spoilers for five minutes of Ant-Man.

Peter had an erratic schedule sometimes, with his summer classes and helping his aunt, and on those days, Allie would stay home or go out with whichever Avenger wasn't crime fighting.

Today, it was Sam. He was holding down the fort while everyone was out on different missions. They were currently working on Sam's new wingman, a robot with a very simple AI that would cover his flank or work as a UAV. The device only had a core built, but Sam was already calling her 'Redwing.'

They were working on paint schematics, when the intruder alert went off.

Sam placed Allie on the floor, and tucked her under the table. "Stay here," he ordered, and took off running, suiting up at the same time. "FRIDAY, sit rep!"

Allie pulled up a screen and watched Sam and the guy in the red suit square off, and then suddenly the guy in the red suit shrunk and disappeared. "Is he a shapeshifter, FRIDAY?" she asked interestedly.

"No Miss Allie," FRIDAY replied. "Scans show that the suit is doing the shrinking."

"Cool." Allie giggled as Sam got his butt kicked, and the tiny dude made off with something from one of the storerooms. "I weally hope he's not a bad guy cuz he's cool."

Sam came inside. "Allie."

"Yeah Sam?"

"It's really important to me that Steve never finds out about this, okay?"

"But it's on the report," she replied, confused.

"No, not that. The other thing."

She giggled. "That you got beat up by a ant?"

He huffed. "Yeah."

She patted his knee consolingly. "It's okay, Sam. We don't have to tell him."

"Good."

Two days later Pym Technologies HQ blew up in a strange implosion. Tony, for old time's sake, reached out to Hank Pym to see if he was all right.

The old man was fine. "Everything's great," he said. "That should have happened a while ago."

"Ookay... you'd tell us, if you needed anything?"

"Sure, Tony." Hank glanced offscreen. "I gotta go."

"So, he's hiding something," Tony announced to the others. "But supposedly everything's fine."

"No more infinity stones?" Allie asked worriedly.

"Nope."

"Good." She hugged her mom. "I don't like them."

"Me either, baby."

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Allie's side projects were her robots that had yet to be assembled. Tony had taken away the "finished look" pages in the instruction books, so she didn't know what she was building until the final stages. This time, it was a dinosaur. She and Pietro were working on it together, and all it needed was a coat of paint.

Pietro held up the orange spray can. "May I, Allie?"

"Sure." She sat back on her heels and watched a Pietro-shaped blur move around the dino sculpture a few hundred times.

He stopped with a huff, and sat down next to Allie. "What do you think?" he asked.

He'd sprayed the small T-rex with several even layers of orange paint, and whirled around it so fast, it dried.

"We should watch Jurassic Park," Allie suggested.

Pietro ruffled her hair. "Don't even think about it, little one. Your mama told me not to let you watch that."

She pouted. "But I like dinosaurs."

"But they're scary," he pouted back. "You don't want nightmares, do you?"

She increased the pout. "No."

"Good girl." He picked up the remote-control console and handed it to Allie. "Try it out."

She put the dinosaur through its paces. This particular model, she had rigged for walking, roaring, and shooting lasers out of its eyes. Non-lethal lasers, to everyone's relief.

Pietro watched Allie move the dinosaur up and down the lab, and had an idea. "Hey Allie?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you turn into a dinosaur?"

Her mouth fell open into a perfect 'o'. "I don't know," she said, surprised she'd never thought of the idea herself. "Let's try it!" She concentrated, and a few seconds later, turned into a small T-Rex, about the size of her robot. "Rawr."

"Awesome."

She nudged his shoulder with her head and managed to make him fall over. "Rawr."

He scratched at the flat top of her head. "Hey, let's go play some pranks," he said.

A vigorous head-butt of agreement.

"Cool."

A~A~A~A

Steve was on the couch, upside down, reading about gravitational wells as researched by Dr. Richards, when Pietro strolled into the room. "Hi Steve."

"Hey. What's up?"

"Your feet," Pietro smirked, and strolled out again, hiding strategically behind the entry to the kitchen with a video camera in his hands.

Steve grunted a laugh and returned to his reading. If they could use gravity sinkholes against individual enemies...

"RAWWWRRR!"

Steve saw the T-Rex coming towards him, let out a shriek, fell onto the floor, hopped to his feet, vaulted over the couch for protection, and then realized- "Allie?" he asked the three-foot tall T-Rex, pressing a hand to his hammering heart.

Allie transformed back into a little girl, laughing hysterically. "You, you, fell off the couch!" she shrieked, giggling so hard she hiccupped. "Your face!"

Pietro came out from the kitchen, waving the video camera as he snickered. "Cap versus the dinosaurs," he said weakly, leaning on the wall as he laughed.

Steve threw himself back on the couch, still panting. "Allie, I think you scared ten years off my life," he said, shaking his head. "Whew."

"You okay though?" she asked, concerned, sitting on his stomach.

He tickled her gently. "I'm fine." He grinned. "Hey. Let's go see what Bucky's doing."

Results:

Bucky, when confronted with T-Rex behind the bathroom door, screams like a little girl. Video destroyed.

Tony, when confronted with T-Rex instead of next cup of coffee, made Allie rich with his contributions to the swear jar.

Clint, when confronted with T-Rex upon opening his eyes post-nap, screams like a little girl.

Bruce, when confronted with peaceful T-Rex headbutt, thought it was cute.

Thor thought it was cute.

Loki thought it was an excellent rendition.

The rest of the Avengers got wind of the transformation, and the "experiment" ended. Videos of results sent to Phil Coulson for entertainment purposes.

Allie refused to turn into a raptor, since technically they were the size of a chicken and she didn't want to be called an ankle-biter.

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