A/N: Hey guys, sorry about the recent lack of chapters, sometimes writer's block just never lets up for me.. Anyways, a big thanks to the following for reviewing the previous chapter:

-HawaiianChick12

-Agentsofshield27

-nightmarehunter676

-Onyx Winchester

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After finally finishing the decorations, (balloons, streamers, etc. in the colors of a galaxy) I feel as if I forgot something..

"Jarvy, am I forgetting something from the list I made earlier?" I ask the AI.

"I believe you have forgotten the strawberry and apple pies, Miss Moon." Jarvy responds politely.

"Oh yeah!" I smile.

Ever since Darcy tried to get me to eat all of those wondrous foods the other night, I've been doing research. So far, I've been trying to find simple things to bake such as pastries. Although I would love to conjure some pies, using as much magic as I already have is exhausting.

"Hmmm...J, does Tony have any pie?" I ponder.

"Mr. Stark has a large assortment of pies from Paris in the kitchen, but I would advise against using them in your party." JARVIS warns.

"Why..?" I frown.

If he has pies in the tower with a hungry teenager, he can't really expect them to not be eaten.

" has eaten one before and Mr. Stark forbid anyone from touching his pies or they shall, and I quote, "Suffer great consequences"." Jarvy explains.

A mischievous smirk spreads across my features, "Well then, let's test that theory, shall we?"

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Sneaking into the kitchen doorway, I swivel my head to see if anyone is in the vicinity; therefor finding Stark sitting on the couch in the living room couch. Unluckily, the couch that he perches on faces towards the doorway I'm standing in. Swiftly lowering myself into a crouch before he spots me, I scamper into the kitchen, making sure that no sound comes from my feet. Silently sliding the door of the fridge open, I nab the bag of pies and rifle through it, snatching the strawberry and apple pies from within. Placing the bag back onto the shelf, I re-close the door. Cursing myself for not bringing a bag for the treats, I stack the boxes carefully in my arms, making sure not to squish the top of them. Peaking around the corner to see if he was looking, I come face-to-face with the playboy philanthropist.

I let out a startled shriek and lift myself off of the floor, switching the pies into my left arm whilst doing so.

"Give me my pies!" Tony demands.

"Get 'em yourself." I challenge.

Glaring at me, he struggles to get his hands on the packages but I nimbly dodge his hands. When he tries to lurch forward to get them once again, I stumble over my own feet while trying to get away, effectively rendering myself immobilized. As his hands get closer and closer to the boxes, I bring up my empty arm as a shield and close my eyes, waiting for impact; except it never really came. Opening my eyes, I see an intriguing scene; Tony lays a few yards in front of me, groaning.

But what did he hit-

Cutting my thoughts off, my eyes wander to the bracelet that now projects a shield of silver magic-wait, that's not my magic, that looks like.. moonlight.?

This must be what caught me when I fell the other day with Darcy...

"What the hell..." Tony mutters.

My eyes widen, remembering the other presence in the room. Before he can look my way, I sprint down the hallway, through twists and turns to the stairwell.

"JARVIS, if Stark asks where I am, say I'm in the garage, okay?" I ask hopefully.

"Miss Moon, I am not authoriz-" he get's cut off by my voice.

"Please..?" I beg, dragging the end of the plea out for dramatic effect.

" * sigh *, Mr. Stark will not be pleased." he notifies.

"Thanks Jarvy!" I squeal.

"Oh, and lock him out of my floor, okay? A girl needs her privacy. What time will the girls be here?" I add.

"Agent Romanoff will arrive in your quarters in about ten minutes, Miss Lois will be there in twenty, she says that she needs to get ready, and Miss Maximoff will approximately be arriving in fifteen." Jarvy reports.

"Okay..I should get the pies laid out first..." I think aloud.

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After successfully placing my prized pies on a table in the Constellation Cove, I immediately scramble to get out sleeping bags; making sure to grab them in the preferred colors of the individual. So, as you would think, I grabbed a black bag with the symbol of a black widow spider for Natasha, a red one for Wanda out of my wide variety of my wardrobe, and Darcy was evidently bringing her own. Although I would love to sleep in my bed, I feel as if that would be unfair to my visitors, so I instead nab a silver sack with an intricate-looking detail on the side in black threading.

As expected, ten minutes after I asked Jarvy when they would be here, there comes a knock at my door.

Natasha..YAY!

"Coming!" I call from my closet and set down my sleeping bag with the others.

Scrambling to the doorway, I swing the door open to see an amused looking Tasha.

"Excited much?" she raises a brow.

I shrug and step aside, "Come into my office."

"Yes master." she bows, a small, almost silent snicker sounds from her mouth.

"Wait, wait, wait, did I just get Natasha Romanoff to laugh?" I ask with a dramatic gasp.

"Don't get used to it, I'm just a little tired of hearing Stark go on and on about how another person stole his pies. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?" she grins at me as she walks into the room.

"No, why would you think that?" I ask playfully.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because he mentioned a certain black-haired teenage witch stole his goodies." she snorts afterwords at the name he calls me.

"Hey, that pie is amazing..or I think it is..." I roll my eyes as she laughs lightly.

"I hope you have a good excuse for taking his pie other than 'for my sleepover party'." she replies.

"Okay, ignoring the fact that I aggravated the richest man in New York, I got you guys all sleeping bags for tonight. Here, I'll show you yours!" I squeal as I scamper into the other room to grab it.

Coming back a moment later, I unravel the fabric and hold it up, letting her look at the sleeping bag's surface completely. Her eyes sparkle with happiness slightly and then return to a normal coldness, her face contorting into an emotionless mask.

"Tasha? You okay?" I frown.

"Fine, sorry. Sometimes I just don't like showing emotions..." she shakes her head, regaining her previous happy state.

"Well, don't be afraid to in this party, because we're not judge-y people. I mean, I pretty much just went into a hysterical fit yesterday and they haven't really said anything about it since. Also, what's your favorite type of alcohol?" I look her in the eye, mischief in my gaze.

"Vodka of course." she answers as if it was obvious.

"Good, because I grabbed some from Tony's special stash. Jarvy said it was your favorite, so I grabbed it. I just needed to make sure." I smile.

"You mean, the bottle from Koltsovo, Russia that was aged for nearly a century?!" she asks, clearly excited that it was available.

"Yep, that's the one!" I reply.

"You're amazing, Lumina."she mutters, grabbing her sleeping bag and walking into the Constellation Cove.

A few minutes later, another knock sounds from the doorway as I rush to open it.

"Wanda, hi!" I smile, wrapping my arms around the other witch.

"Hello, Lumina. It is nice to see you again, but why am I here?" she frowns.

"SLEEPOVER! Evidently, it's a very popular activity for teenage girls, so I just kinda tried to do the best I could with what was available." I shrug as I look around the room, proudly glimpsing at all of my galaxy-colored decorations.

"I see, I have not had a sleepover at all, so I guess that means we are on the same page.." she looks around the room as well, admiring the festivity.

"Ha, we should make a club. Like, for people who haven't been caught up on recent or daily things. We'd have you, Cap, Pietro, and I. Wow, we actually could!" I exclaim, slightly shocked that we would be able to.

"Indeed, that could be fun. Captain Rogers is one of the most kindest and confident people I have ever met before, so we would all get along quite nicely." Wanda agrees.

"I was actually just joking first, but now that I hear it, this might actually have to happen." I reply as I let her into my room.

"Welcome back to my humble abode, Wanda." I grin.

"Indeed, but should we not change into out sleepwear, seeing as it is a sleepover party?" she asks.

"Oh, yeah. I knew I was forgetting something! Well then, just walk on into the Constellation Cove over there, and Natasha will be waiting," I direct, "Hey Nat, I'm going to slip into some pjs, okay? You can have the bathroom when I'm out!"

"Okay!" the assassin calls back.

Nodding in Wanda's direction, I waltz into the walk-in closet, picking up the remote once again. After a few minutes of searches and scrolling, I finally find what I'm looking for; a pair of black, soft shorts with silver threading, a black tank-top that ties behind my neck with a silver sun and moon plastered on the front, a silver cardigan, and black and silver fuzzy slippers. Grabbing everything from their spots after they all are deposited, I set them onto one of the cushioned benches in the middle of the room and search for something again; a stuffed animal. Although you wouldn't think that that sort of thing would be in here, anything with cloth really is in one of the vast categories. Deciding on a silver and white panda for me, I pick up my things and waltz into the overly-large bathroom, once again admiring the spiraling art on the floor.

When all of my clothing from today was folded on the counter and my pajamas were on, I contently drop my previous outfit into the dirty clothes basket. Slipping my bracelet back on from where it was set, I recognize my kohl eyeliner from earlier and carefully place it in the make-up drawer. Finally finishing in the bathroom, I step out into the rest of my modern apartment and begin to make my way to the Constellation Cove. As I walk past the kitchen, (which I completely forgot about) I hear a loud and obnoxious knock come from the doorway. Sprinting towards the wooden door, I fling it open again, a startled looking Darcy standing outside.

"I think you'll find that Operation:Munchies has taken a new toll." I blurt out.

"Oh?" she raises a brow, slipping inside.

"Yep, and I even got coffee." I add.

"No way, on a sleepover? Awesome! Prepare to be annoyed by a hyperactive Darcy for the rest of the day!" she screams, the others loudly groaning at the speech.

A/N: Shout out to HawaiianChick12 for being an amazing viewer and friend, thanks for being here. Although we may not be able to talk until October, you will always be in my heart. Thank you, and I will forever be in your debt for being an amazing person, friend, and sister to me. Thank you so much, I will see you again, dear friend. I am proud to call you a sister, so I have tried to repay you by making this chapter extra long.

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