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I have no inspiration, really, since they've been rescued from the Hydra base, and the movie pranks. Oh, where's my brother when I need him?
So, I'm seriously just gonna make this stuff up until I have an idea to go off of. Hope that works for everybody!
WARNING:::
Okay, so this chapter has just the end of Dead Poet's Society in it, so for those of you who haven't watched it yet, and were planning on watching it, be warned.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OC's and plotline (which I don't even have anymore!) which means I own no other movie/books/fandom references which I may use.
Mikkie POV
"O Captain! My Captain!" Todd Anderson stood on top of his desk. Mr. Nolan, the teacher, tried getting him to sit down, but he just stood there, looking at Mr. Keating.
"O Captain! My Captain!" Knox now stood on top of his desk. Mr. Nolan tried getting him to sit down too, but Knox wouldn't listen either. Various other boys stood on top of their desks, all saying the same thing: O Captain! My Captain!
"Thank you boys. Thank you." And with that, Mr. Keating left.
"AUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHUHUHUHUHUHUHAAAAAA WHY DID YOU MAKE ME WATCH THIS MOVIE?!" Eiko was bawling her eyes out at the end of Dead Poets Society, which we had just recently watched for a movie night. You would've thought it would be Scribble to be bawling, but she was just sitting there, with a shocked expression on her face.
"Waitwaitwait… it just ends?! Just like that? Wha – wha – where's the part where the kid comes back to life? He can't just die! Hmph! I can't like this movie if it just ends and the kid dies! Gosh, these directors are so insensitive!" Scribble was fuming now.
"Scribble, not everyone can live. It's just a fact of life that we need to get used to if we're gonna watch real life movies – and not just Disney movies where the dead comes back to life. The world is cruel like that." I tried telling her, but she didn't seem like she was listening.
"But… it… it just ended… and he died… and… and… GRRRAAAAHHHHHHHHHH I can't take this kind of stress anymore!" And with that, she marched to her room, leaving everybody quiet for a second – except for Eiko, who was still bawling.
"Wow." Tony broke the silence.
"I know." I replied back.
"She just – "
"I know."
"And then she – "
"I know."
"Then why does she choose to watch this stuff with us? I mean, if she's going to react like that – "
"Tony, first off, I know. Second, she doesn't know how it's going to end if it's her first time watching it. Third, what's up with your shirt? It looks like somebody threw up grease all over it."
Tony looked down at his shirt. "Oh, would you look at that. Me and my lab had an argument." He looked back to me and smiled. I laughed.
"Well, it's everyone's bedtime." Pepper announced.
"Awww, but Pepper! It's only… 4 in the morning. Wow, yeah, it's everybody's bedtime." We all started moving ourselves to our respective rooms.
"That means your bed, Tony. Not just the lab. You need your energy too, mister." Pepper caught Tony before he could sneak off to the lab. Tony sighed.
"Ugh, fiiiiiine." He looked at Pepper. "Just for you. But, only if you'll kiss me." He smiled cheekily.
"Tony – "
"Pleeeeaaasseeeee, Pepper?"
"– to bed. No more stalling."
"Oh alright. I'll get one from you eventually!" we all laughed at Tony's antics.
"Goodnight!" I called to everyone. "Come on, Eiko. Let's get you to bed. You can't keep crying about this forever." I said as I dragged Eiko to her bed.
"But, I want to!"
"Eiko, you're tired. Go to bed." I shoved her on her bed, and then walked out of her room, and into my own. Falling into my bed, I fell asleep instantly.
I woke up the next day to the usual routine. Heard yelling in the kitchen from the toaster or microwave or some other the Thor broke. Again. I walked in there, and it quieted down. Just a little.
"Morning sunshine." Tony greeted cheerfully. "Want some coffee?"
"Don't drink it. And it smells." I grumbled. "I just want my hot-fudge sundae poptarts." I put my head on my arms, and closed my eyes. I felt a nudge, and I growled at them. "Stop it." It nudged me again. "I said 'no', Tony!" I shot up, and turned in my seat.
To be faced with a gun.
"Don't move, unless you want your friends to die." The guy looked at the gun. "Oh, and you too." I looked over his shoulder and saw the Avengers all tied up.
"Wha – how long was I asleep?" I questioned.
"Shut up! Do you want to die?" He gestured big with his gun, and even cocked it. In an instant, he was on the ground, I was sitting on him, my hand on my hand, holding his gun, and pointing it at him, still cocked.
"I was having a peaceful morning, and you had to come and ruin it, didn't you?" I ran a hand through my bed-head. "I just wanted some Poptarts, dude! And you had to come and take away my chance to eat them." I glared at him, and stood up, putting my foot on his chest. He pushed it aside and jumped up, trying to knock me off my feet. I jumped backwards, and then got on the counter. We eyed each other, before the guy launched himself at me.
I jumped over him, landing a few feet away. I turned, and jumped up, before sending a flying kick to his head. I missed the temple, so I hit somewhere else on his head. I hope I messed up his 'oh-so-perfect' face. He grabbed my leg after the kick, and slammed me to the ground. Then he stuck his knee on my chest, using his weight to keep me down. I growled at him.
"Hiiiiiiii-YAH!" A very familiar demon voice came out of nowhere, along with a fuzzy pajama-pant leg with the design of My Little Pony ponies all over them came into my line of sight. They were attached to a crazed-looking demon, black skin, pink bed-head and all. Her shirt was green, and had an eye right in the middle, and little horns on the sides, and said 'Mike Wasowski'.
She must've been taking lessons from Natasha because she was holding pillows, and was terrifying. Or, she would be, if she didn't have that maniacal smile on her face.
Man, she could've fit right in with an insane asylum. Maybe that's where she came from instead.
"DEATH PILLOWS ATTACK!" Scribble launched her pillows at the guy, which nailed him in the face. Scribble launched her pillows at the guy, which nailed him in the face. "YESSSS! Okay, did everybody see that, 'cuz I will not be doing that again." She looked around in bewilderment.
"Scribble, he kept me from my Poptarts!" I pointed a finger at the guy.
"Oh, shutup, you'll live." The guy sneered.
"Yeah, but you won't." Eiko was standing in the doorway, leaning against it, actually, just watching with an amused smile. She was already dressed for the day. "Don't ever get in the way of Mikkie's Poptarts. Well, if you want to survive." She made her way over to us.
"Oh, yeah, and you're keeping Natasha and Clint and everybody else from their morning substances. That's not recommended." I stage whispered to the guy, as he looked at us with the look of what the heck are you guys saying, are you alien?' on his face.
'Ding!'
The elevator opened up to see a very annoyed Steve.
"I finally got it to work." He said, and then fell on the ground, passed out, with a suspicious-looking guy standing over him with a spray can of something in his hand. The guy cackled wildly.
Scribble had made her way over to the Avengers and were untying them.
The poor guy never even stood a chance.
In a second, all of the Avengers (including Scribble, Eiko, and I) had weapons out and were pointing with accuracy at both guys. Well, except for Natasha and Clint. Natasha had taken the guy in the elevator, and Clint had taken the other guy. They were out cold. Natasha and Clint looked at each with triumphant smiles on the faces.
Steve was taken care of by Bruce, and the rest of us were inspected for any of that substance that had taken down Steve. I was sitting on a bench in a sterilized room, when Eiko came up to me.
"I had no clue about the whole Poptart thing, to be honest. I just wanted to scare the guy who woke me up. And it seemed to work, actually."
I laughed. "Do you even know what a Poptart is?"
"Uh – no." we both laughed, but stopped when Bruce came over.
"Don't laugh, otherwise it'll mess up the tests, please." He asked us, with a serious voice.
We all burst into a fit of laughter.
And there's my little one-shot for the while. It was so hard to come up with something out of the depths of my brains when I can't breathe because of roller blading. So difficult.
I also went swimming the other day, and didn't put sunscreen on, so my legs are toast, and sore, and I have too many excuses. I'm really sorry, guys. I'll try to do better, but I won't be updating for at least a week because I'm going to a camp thing that my church does.
I hope I didn't offend anybody with anything!
I don't own MLP, or Monsters, Inc., nor any insane asylums. Also, I'm pretty sure I quoted from Pirates of the Carribbean, so I don't own that either. NOR DO I OWN POPTARTS!
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