TWO CHAPTERS IN TWO DAYS?! It's a Christmas miracle (inside joke)! Fun fluff chapter c: Maybe some !crack depending of your point of view…I couldn't resist!

Noodle Fanatic (guest) - Awwww :3 Thanks! *updates*

Thank you Noodle Fanatic for inspiring me with this chapter and making me post it today.

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I don't like shopping, and I like my clothes to be comfortable.
-Norah Jones

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Parker sat in the living room watching Star Trek Into Darkness. Then Tony came bounding in and turned off the TV. Parker blinked a few times before looking up at the billionaire. "What was that for?" she yelled.

"That show's not appropriate for twelve and under. That's why it's PG-13."

Parker groaned and pouted. She looked up at Tony with wide eyes. "But Tony, I wants to watch Star Twek!"

Tony raised an eyebrow. "Sorry, not working."

"Dang it!" She folded her arms and plopped down on the couch. Lily and Elizabeth ran in, tripping over one another. They stepped up to their younger friend and grinned at her. "I know I'm the youngest out of the three of us, but this is ridiculous!"

"Hey Parker," said Lily, "guess what?"

"What?"

"We get to take you shopping!" Parker paled.

"No…No…No no no no no no no!"

"Oh, come off it!" said Elizabeth. "It's not just you, we're all going."

Tony looked up and paled just like Parker did. "We're all going? Oh no…"

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"This!" cried Lily. "No, this!" She pulled out a yellow dress and shoved it into Parker's arms. "And this!" She tossed matching flats at the child/adult. "Change!" she said, bouncing up and down and pointing at the dressing room.

Parker glanced behind her and then down at the clothes. She looked up at Lily. "No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please."

"Hm…no."

"Oh, come on!" said Lily, exasperated. "Can't Elizabeth and I take advantage of the situation?"

"By doing what?" asked Parker. "Forcing me into children's clothes?"

"Yes."

Parker dropped the clothes on the floor and marched off. She turned a corner and spotted Elizabeth. Had it not been for the fact she vowed to herself as a child never to swear, Parker would have sworn. She ducked into a rack of clothes, hiding in the middle; a trick she would use on her mother all the time. She peeked out and saw Elizabeth walking passed. She let out a quiet breath of relief and went to find Clint. She highly doubted he wanted to be there either.

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It was hard.

It was really hard.

Clint couldn't understand how normal people did it. Especially with more than one kid running around!

Parker had given him the slip and run off to who knows where. This would end badly if he didn't find her soon. He was suppose to meet up with the others in – he looked at his watch – one minute.

Well, crud.

He hurried down the walkway, looking into each aisle. Clint was an assassin, not a babysitter! Besides, Parker had the brain of a twenty-three year old, surely she could find her way! "Hey, Clint!" came Bruce's voice. Clint let a string of curses out from under his breath. "Where's Parker?"

Clint tilted his head to the side a bit and squinted. "Well…"

"You lost her?" asked Bruce loudly, eyes flashing green.

"Hey hey hey, I'll find her! She's twenty-three, she can fend for herself!"

"1) She looks like a four year old, 2) She has the strength of a four year old, 3) She's starting to act like a four year old."

"Right…"

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Steve was sitting in a small café inside the shopping complex. He sipped his coffee and watch people walk by. No one had really recognized him so far, and, to be honest, it was a bit off a relief. Then a child clambered into the chair across from him. Lo and behold, it was Parker. He raised an eyebrow. "You gave them the slip?" Parker nodded. He sighed and smiled a bit. "You always hated shopping."

"And I always will." Parker looked around. "Lily tried to put me into a dress earlier. Needless to say she didn't accomplish it." Steve chuckled. "It was yellow. As if dresses themselves weren't bad enough. Me in a yellow dress? That is just horrid!"

"I've actually never seen you in a dress before," Steve said. "Or even a skirt."

"Exactly."

Clint ran up to the pair of them and put his hands on his knees, panting. "Don't ever…run off like that…again."

"Everyone very well knows I hate shopping. And Elizabeth and Lily, when we were in Jr. High, found out that I don't appreciate being treated like a doll that you can dress up. They found that out the hard way." She sighed and folded her arms. "They're trying to take advantage of the situation."

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"I want some."

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pleeeeeeeeease?"

"Sorry."

Parker humphed. She looked up at Tony, begging with her eyes. "Tony, I really want a treat," she said. The billionaire twitched. She almost had him. "I've been good this whole time. I haven't had any tweats for a wong time. Pwease?" Once she replaced her 'r's and her 'l's with 'w's she sounded even more so like the age she looked. Tony had a war going on in his head. "I bet Clint would get me something."

This got him. "No no. Clint isn't as cool as me. He wouldn't. I, however, am amazing, so I will."

Victory.

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"THERE THEY ARE!" An army of fangirls banded together as one pointed out the Avengers. They all screeched.

"Protocol 82!" Clint yelled. "I repeat, protocol 82!"

The fangirl tsunami blocked the enterance to the mall. The Avengers and the Golden Trio had no way out. Then the fangirls charged. They jumped up and down in front of each male Avenger, some of the braver ones clinging onto them. Lily stormed over to one girl in particular who was like a parasite to Tony. Both girls glared at each other.

Parker looked around wildly before ducking behind Steve. Had she been her normal age she would have gotten out her staff and threatened the fangirls. However, in this situation, she was far outnumbered in strength and quantity. Steve was unwillingly dragged into the center of the fangirl army. Parker was left unprotected and surrounded by teenage girls. Parker growled under her breath. The girls didn't hear. There were several "awwww"s when their eyes landed upon the adult in the four year old's body. Parker glared up at one girl in particular who had been gushing over Steve. "What's your name?" the girl asked in a baby voice. Parker's eyes narrowed further. "Are you staying with the Avengers?" Glare continued.

The girl reached down on scooped up Parker. "UNHAND ME YOU FOUL BEAST!" Parker cried.

"You're so cuuuuuuuuuuute!" said the fangirl, cuddling her closer.

Another fangirl (presumably Clint's by the printing on her t-shirt) pinched Parker's cheeks. "You get to be with the Avengers! You're so luck– OW!"

Parker had bitten down on the fangirl's finger. Pretty hard too. "PUT ME DOWN!" she ordered. "PROTOCOL 82 OVERRIDDEN! REPEAT, PROTOCOL 82 OVERRIDDEN!"

I (AKA Parker) was inspired by my friend Noodle Fanatic (AKA Lily) who I saw this morning.

Parker: Curse myself for agreeing.

Tony: Yeah. Can't believe she made that fangirl pinch your cheeks. *Laughs*

Parker: *Bites Tony's finger*

Tony: OW!