A/N: I would like to say firstly, that was the longest week ever. I was itching to post SOMETHING, but I stood my ground. I'm gonna try and get you guys on your toes more. I've spoiled you too much. One chapter a week now instead of three to four. So without keep you guys from reading, enjoy this week's chapter. Let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, Disney, ABC or the Avengers. Just Sera and the chaos I create ;)

Song used in this chapter is Confident by Demi Lovato.


After a long talk about Thanos and how we need to be prepared for him, and finding the other Infinity Stones, I left to go make dinner. I was happy I had pulled out several pounds of chicken breast from the freezer, because the SHIELD team brought their appetites too. Phil was happy to introduce everyone while I cooked and I didn't know how the Guardians were going to react to the Inhumans. Humming to myself as I cooked, I watched my Dad and Quill outside, looking to be talking about the ship they came in on.

"Did anyone else see Sera on Jimmy Fallon the other night? That was hilarious!" I heard Pietro say as we all sat down. I groaned quietly and Cameron said, "I watched it on YouTube afterwards."

"You can all humiliate me later. Right now, we eat."

"I agree. Let us feast." Drax said, and I smiled at his puzzled expression.

"What is this?" He asked, and I said, "Roast chicken and mashed potatoes with green beans and salad. It's basic, but I know you all are probably used to different foods than we have available on earth. I have a Sinner's Chocolate Delight cake ready for dessert as well."

"Oh man." Quill said, a sentimental look coming over his face.

"This was the last meal I had on earth with my Mom. And I haven't had chocolate in… 25 years." He said as we all dug in.

"Try 70. But the first thing chocolate I had, was Sera's chocolate cake. It tasted like pure sin." Steve said, opening up.

"That was the rum in it sweetheart," I quipped, as I sat down to feed the kids.

"This is delicious." Gamora said, looking at me and nodding.

"Try the potatoes with butter," Sam suggested to Drax, and showed him the melted butter on his own potatoes.

"Sera, delicious as always," Phil said as I focused on the sounds around the table.

"Thanks Dad," I chuckled, because beside Phil, Audrey was staring at our guests.

"Is there another way of reverse engineering the tech Fitz? Or do we just start the trial and error process?" My Dad said, as I realized the Science Bros were hard at work figuring out how to build themselves a ship like Quill's.

"We found more InHumans last week and we've got them at the Cocoon for training." Daisy said quietly to Wanda.

"I know I'm not an InHuman, but I can help if you need them trained in self defense." Natasha added to that conversation.

I felt the walls closing in suddenly, and my heart rate skyrocketed. Grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, I walked out of the kitchen, and Bucky took over feeding the twins without raising questions.

Quickly changing into my workout clothes again, I stepped outside for some fresh air, Joey following behind me. When I was under control again, I decided some exercise was the best thing I could do for my mental health, before I had another panic attack.

"Joey, time to run the simulation. You better stay out of the way," I said, as I got my swords out of the bag I left down here. Strapping them to my back, I centered myself. A song started playing, as Sam sometimes liked to listen to the radio while he worked out. As I started the simulation, the words hit me. I punched the dummies, and kept round housing them as the first verse ran through.

Are you ready?

It's time for me to take it

I'm the boss right now

Not gonna fake it

Not when you go down

'Cause this is my game

And you better come to play

I used to hold my freak back

Now I'm letting go

I make my own choice

Yeah I run this show

So leave the lights on

No, you can't make me behave

Slicing and slashing my way through dummies and shooting targets, I focused on the thought of the next threat. Calling my suit from the armory, I had it on standby for the larger targets.

So you say I'm complicated

That I must be outta my mind

But you've had me underrated

Rated, rated

I was standing still for a second before I had beanbags shot towards me. Using cover, I managed to target the guns on the way and shoot the targets to shut them down.

What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being

What's wrong with being confident?

What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being

What's wrong with being confident?

It's time to get the chains out

Is your tongue tied up?

'Cause this is my ground

And I'm dangerous

And you can get off

But it's all about me tonight

So you say I'm complicated

That I must be outta my mind

But you've had me underrated

Rated, rated

What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being

What's wrong with being confident?

What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being

What's wrong with being confident?

What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being

What's wrong with being confident?

What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being

What's wrong with being confident?

So you say I'm complicated

But you've had me underrated

Calling the gauntlets to my arms, I used the repulsors for far off targets and to propel myself up towards the next group of dummies. Throwing both off, I sliced and hacked my way though the moving dummies as I growled out a battle cry.

What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being

What's wrong with being confident?

What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being

What's wrong with being confident?

What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being

What's wrong with being confident?

What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being

What's wrong with being confident?

"Ha!" I yelled, as I spun to a stop and I realized that I had completely slaughtered the training dummies. There were bits and pieces of hard foam and wood all around my feet.

"ARSENAL, mute." I panted, and ARSENAL turned off the radio.

"Need a sparing partner?" I heard, and I smiled.

"You know I'm gonna kick your ass." I smirked, and Quill laughed.

"After what I just saw, no doubt about that. You seem a lot more deadly that that red head."

"It's always the quiet ones," I said, smiling at his pained smile.

"Thank you, for dinner that is. It was perfect after eating ridiculous looking space food for years. Some of it was even more disgusting than the idea of eating a rat."

"Gross." I said, moving to clean up the mess I made.

"I'm sure that your husbands aren't my biggest fan." He smirked.

"Why is that?" I said, as he sat down.

"I'm not the type to follow the rules. Or to stop ogling a beautiful woman because she's married." He said and my sword was out fast than he could react to.

"And I won't hesitate to cut off your balls and feed them to you if I catch you staring at my ass again." I said, and he nodded, "Got it. No looking or touching."

"Is there a problem here ангел?" Bucky said, with his arms crossed in front of him.

"No my sweet. Quill was just learning some manners." I said, the resting bitch face seeping into my voice. I pulled back my sword and re-sheathed it, walking out of the room with Joey following politely by my side.

"Hey," I said as I approached the girls. Natasha and Daisy were talking about training the new recruits, and I heard Wanda and Jemma talking about Pietro.

"How's the training room?" May joked, noticing my hair was no longer tidy in my braid.

"I need to order more dummies. We have no more." I said as we all turned to walk towards the main room.

"Well, we had twenty in there. Did you decimate them all?" Wanda joked.

"Yeah… I needed to express some rage."

"Wow!" I heard Natasha say, as she handed a tablet to the girls.

"You kinda went all Xena Princess Warrior on them. No mercy," Daisy said, passing the video playback of my time in the training room, as I shrugged, "I've done worse. To actual people."

"Back when you first joined SHIELD, not that I was an expert on SHIELD and agents with only 3 years experience at that point, I was concerned you were going to become a serial killer." Natasha said seriously.

"Nah. Too much to cover up, and SHIELD allowed me to channel my anger and curiosity. Yeah I may have been a little too trigger happy at certain points, but I managed to keep myself in check most of the time."

"How are you doing? How was the press tour?" Natasha asked, and I groaned.

"That bad huh? It looked like fun," Jemma said optimistically.

"Everyone here didn't want to do the talk show tour, so I had to. I'm still not happy about it. It was fun at certain points, but I got tired of it. People now know so much about what's set to happen, and it's not always going to bring calm. People are going to panic."

"Hey, we were going to grab a drink and watch that dinosaur movie again. I want to see me some Chris Pratt, after our visitor showed up. You want to join?"

"Nah, I have to put the kids to bed and then I was going to try some new dance moves upstairs," I said as we climbed the stairs.

"Okay, later," Natasha said as I shifted to go down the hallway to my suite. I waved goodbye to the girls, as I noticed Steve carrying the twins down the hall. They were already in their pajamas and I smiled, "Who are my favorite munchkins?"

They squealed in delight as I covered their faces with kisses and I stole Elijah from Steve's arms.

"How about we get my babies to bed?" I said, as Steve followed me into our suite.

"What are you up to tonight Angel?"

"I wanted to try out some new dance moves. Plus I got new design ideas for the Quinjets, and I even wanted to look at upgrades to the Helicarrier."

"Is that a good idea?" He said a smile etched onto his face, as I tucked in the kids and set up their lullabies.

"Yes, now," I said, putting a finger to my lips. As I grabbed the monitor for the second time that day, Steve took it saying, "I've got them tonight. Go dance."

"Thanks babe." I smiled, kissing him sweetly, and dashing out the door with intent to make it to the kitchens to grab a water bottle. Gamora stepped out of nowhere and I had to fight the urge to use Flying Scissors on her.

"Gamora, how can I help you?"

"Thank you." She said, and I furrowed my brow in confusion.

"You were the only one that seemed to not judge me on Thanos being my adoptive father."

"I understand in more ways than you think. My great grandfather, on my mother's side, was the man that my husband fought back before he was frozen for 70 years. I chose not to follow the path set down by them, of death and destruction. We locked up every last Hyrda follower, and now I'm free of their grasp."

"Did that not give your husband some trepidation when he met you?" She asked as we turned to walk to the kitchen.

"He didn't know until about 3 months ago. It was a hard few weeks for us, me gaining their trust back. But we didn't think it was a reason to end our marriage. I wanted nothing to do with their beliefs and I knew it was wrong to begin with." I explained. We had made it to the kitchen, and I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.

"I also wanted to thank you for the lovely meal. I've never had earth food before, and I was worried how it would sit in my stomach."

"That was what I was worried about too. I wanted simple foods that I knew would be easy on your taste buds too. Just wait until I make my famous casserole. Or my spicy meatballs and spaghetti."

"Spaghetti?"

"Really long noodles." I said as I took a sip from my bottle.

"Well, I would like to retire for the evening. Thank you again." She said and slinked out of the kitchen. She reminded me of Natasha in some aspects and I chuckled to myself at the thought.

"What do you think?" I asked Joey, "Do we like them?"

His tail thumped against the ground, as he sat waiting for me to move. I conceded defeat and said, "Let's go then."


A/N: Let me know what you thought! Next week gets a little scandalous. Those new dance moves? Very naughty ;)