Heeey, I'm baaaackkk! Soooo, because there's been so much angst, I decided to do a fun, happy chapter! You can thank my brother for this; I got the idea from him.

Warning: there are spoilers to Disney and DreamWorks movies in here! Read at your own risk! I will not, however, put in spoilers to the newer movies, from Disney's Big Hero 6 to Disney's Zootopia, because I have not seen all of them (*coughGoodDinosaurcough*), so please do not say anything to me… I have probably not seen it if it is in between Big Hero 6 and Zootopia.

As for the DreamWorks films, I have not seen any of their movies past Penguins of Madagascar, so please don't say anything about those movies either (*coughKungFuPanda3cough*)… I will be putting in spoilers most likely for Penguins of Madagascar, so if you haven't seen it yet, be warned… please enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own any Marvel related character or plots. I only own my OC's, much to my dismay… nor do I own any other movie companies that I may use…


Mikkie POV

Once we settled back at the tower, and I was all wrapped up and checked for any other injuries, we made our way to the living room, where there was a pile of movies.

"What's this for…?" I asked hesitantly. Naturally, it was Tony who had proposed this idea.

"Weeellllll, I figured that since you three had no experience with movies, really, that you could do with watching and catching up. Starting with Disney." He grinned evilly.


A loooong time later…

We were currently watching Zootopia, the newest Disney movie. Actually, we had just finished it, and were taking a break, when Tony walked up to us, another grin plastering his face.

"Soooooo… how did you like it? It was good, right? All of them, I mean. They were good, right?" he asked us anxiously. We nodded our heads.

"Oh yeah, they were soooo FANTASTIC!" Scribble exclaimed. Naturally, she would be the super excited one. "I was so mad at Hans in Frozen, though. I mean, why would he do that?! That big bully!" She kept on ranting while Tony just chuckled.

"Haha, okay, well, how did you like them, Eiko? Mikkie? I gotta have your opinions too."

"I – I'm not entirely sure I trust what you need our opinions for, Tony. What exactly are they for?" Eiko eyed him suspiciously.

"Well, it's for no reason, really, except the fact that you'regonnawatchmoremoviesandIjustwannaknowhowyoulikedtheDisneymoviessothatIknowwhatnottoputonforyou." He took a deep breath. "Actually, it's not for that. I really do want to know what you liked out of them all."

"They were good, really. I didn't really like Pinocchio, The Shaggy Dog, Mary Poppins, or Pocahontas all that much…" I said. Eiko nodded her head with me at some of them, but looked at me crazy when I said Pocahontas and Mary Poppins. Scribble just looked at me crazy for all of them.

"Good to know. Now, it's time for some DreamWorks!"

Uh oh. I'm pretty sure we all simultaneously thought.


Another long while later…

"WOW! I loved that so much! I can't believe we missed this much! Eiko, how come we never got to watch these movies?" Scribble bounced up and down, her soda in her hands. "Oh, and also, the most important question of all: How come we've never had soda?!"

"Ohhhh, Scribble…" Eiko chuckled, while also sighing exasperatedly. The Avengers had all gathered in the main room, and watched Penguins of Madagascar with us from about halfway through. They were all laughing at Scribble's reactions.

"Soooo… how'd you like them?" Tony asked.

"Oh, they were great!"


The next day…

I was walking down the hall, when I was assaulted by socks of every kind. I think they were all the socks in the tower. As I tried to find my way out of the socks, I heard, "2319! 2319!" and then some mad cackling. I huffed as Eiko came up behind me.

"Whoa… what happened to you?" I heard the laughter in her voice, as she desperately tried to hold it in.

"I think it was a bad idea for Tony to show us those movies."

"Whooaaaaa, hold up, hold up. What happened to you?" Tony didn't even bother trying to hold in his laughter. I sighed. This is gonna be a loooong day…


There was spaghetti on the table when I walked in to the kitchen. And on the top, there was a meatball. In the middle. I was suspicious when I started to back away and out of the room, but my suspicions were confirmed when Scribble came in the room, wearing a server's outfit, and holding two different dog ear headbands. One was grey, and one was brown. She stuck the brown on my head.

"Scribble, what are you doing?" I asked with a guarded tone. Eiko walked in behind us.

"Wha-?" Scribble stuck the grey dog-ears on Eiko. Then she pulled out an accordion (where she hid it, I have no clue), and started playing and singing.

"Oh, thiiiiiiiisssss is the niiiiggghhtttt, oh what a beeaauuttiiiffuuulllll niiigghhtttt! And they caaaalllll it Beeeeellllllaaaaaa Nooottttaaaaaaa!" we covered our ears. You see, our ears are sensitive to high shrieks and squeals and anything else that sounds similar to a cat's yowling mixed with a damaged singing voice and accordion duo. I put my hand on the accordion (which was very dangerous, let me tell you) and shoved it down, sending Scribble down with it.

"Scribble, honey, your singing sucks. And your accordion playing is even worse." I said as sweetly as I could. "And I'm a little more than afraid to try your spaghetti."

"Whaaa? Wait, so, you mean that this whole thing sucks? Ohhhh… umm… ahh… okay." She went away, defeated. I nodded my head once in her direction.

"You didn't have to put it so bluntly. And, her spaghetti is amazing." Eiko said, while sitting at the table, eating away at the spaghetti.

"Really?! Thanks!" we heard echoing around the tower. I just laughed.


Natasha had caught the cold, and so we were all strictly forbidden from going into her room unless we had a death wish. The only ones that could go in there were Hawkeye, Steve, and, surprisingly, Scribble. I guess she had made a spot for herself in the Black Widow's heart.

Eiko and I were in a training room, trying to keep ourselves from being able to be captured again, when Eiko spotted Scribble.

"What is Scribble doing?" Eiko asked.

"Huh?" I turned around, and, through the door I could see Scribble carrying a box of stuff. Upon closer inspection (or as close as I could get), I saw something shiny, a bottle of liquidy stuff, and a container filled with white stuff. Eiko and I looked at each other in confusion. Figuring it was another of her "genius ideas", we just shook our heads and continued with our training. A few minutes later, from somewhere up above us, we could hear a commotion.

"Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down, medicine go dooown, medicine go down! Just a spoonful of –" we heard a crash, and someone running. Then we heard a door slam, and a wavering, "In the most delightful waaayyyyy!"

Another crash.

"Run for your lives! She's on a killing frenzy! She's out for blood!" We heard Scribble's frantic shrieks as she scrambled down the hallways and into other various rooms and finally the "ding!" of the elevator. It opened up on our floor. Scribble ran out of it, yelling and shrieking like crazy. The elevator next to that one opened up, and out came Natasha, in her pj's, her hair a mess, a scowl on her face, and holding two pillows.

She looked like your worst nightmare.

Scribble hid frantically behind us, peeking around us to watch Natasha come closer, wielding her Death-Pillows like she knew how to kill us with them. Which she probably did. "Please, hide me. Natasha, you won't hurt us, right? Come one, you wouldn't hurt these two, would you? Sure, you want me, but you wouldn't hurt them to get to me… right?" Natasha only growled in response, and then threw one of her Death-Pillows. We barely ducked in time.

"Run!" I cried, and we booked it out of there, dodging the pillows while we did. Let's just say Scribble was wary of Natasha from then on.

I take it back. Scribble wouldn't be able to enter the Black Widow's room ever again.


Scribble came in the next day wearing a pirate's costume. She even had a red hat with white frills, and a hook. On her beltline was a fencing sword.

"Uhh, why are you in a pirate getup? And why do you look like Captain Hook?" Tony asked.

"I am Captain Hook, ye scallywags!" she said in her best pirate-y voice. "Now, join me crew, or else… Walk the plank!" we were all thoroughly confused. Well, except for Tony and Clint.

"Oh, yes Captain! Please don't make me walk the plank! And please let me keep Teddy!" Tony cried in his best Michael Darling voice.

"Tony Stark! Just what do you think you're doing?!" Pepper had finally come home, and walked in to a mess. We forgot about our little "party-that-wasn't-really-a-party" from last night. There wasn't any real reason to it, besides the fact that we had survived Natasha's wrath, and we never really celebrated our reunion from the… base. "And who are these people, and why is one of them dressed up like Captain Hook?"

"It's because I am Captain Hook!" Bravo Scribble for staying in character. "Now, join me crew or else walk the plank!" Pepper caught on to what was going on, and played along.

"Oh no, we won't do that. Michael, John, don't join the crew. It's alright – Peter Pan will save us!" she said in her best British accent, which was pretty spot-on, actually.

"Awww, why did I be Peter Pan? Can I change characters?" Tony whined.

"There is no changin' who ye are, unless ye wanta join me crew!" Scribble announced.

"I'm Peter Pan, and I'm here to save Wendy and my lost boys!" Clint cried, and did a rooster call. He waited for an echoing rooster call. Which didn't come.

"What, in the name of all things sane, is going on here?!" Natasha walked in, her pajamas still on, her hair still a mess, a scowl still on her face, her Death-Pillows still in hand.

And she was still very much sick.

"Join me crew, or else walk the plank!" Scribble yelled at her. Natasha just glared.

"What if I don't want to join, and what if I just want to go back to sleep, but you all aren't letting me?!" she threw her pillow at Scribble, who expertly chickened out.

"I'm a codfish!" she yelled while dodging pillows of death thrown at her.

Later, when Natasha left the room, Scribble was still in her Captain Hook getup, whisper-yelling, "Walk the plank!" I guess some things never change…


Okay, so I hope this was worth the looooooong wait!

I am so, so very sorry for not updating earlier, but it's been total Chaos with the end of the year coming, and with our 5-day trip to Utah a couple weeks ago. Luckily, it's the last week of school, so it should calm down and be easier to update, so I guess we'll see!

Please don't hurt me for not coming back sooner!

And I know that this chapter was my brother's idea, but he didn't help me at all with this chapter, except for the Monster's Inc. idea, so that's why it's so short compared to what it could be. I hope that what I have here was actually worth it, though, so yeah.

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