Good morning, my little sunshines! I hope you all had a Happy 4th of July, because I did! Yours was probably filled with fireworks and family and etc, but my ideal happy day is filled with writing, Assassin's Creed, and burgers! And that's exactly what I did.

The title of this chapter is from LMFAO 'Sorry for Party Rocking'

I don't own MARVEL, because if I did, Zoey would be in there and would be Loki's BFF *cough* Totally NOT a hint for the sequel *cough*

Chapter Thirteen

Sorry for Party Rockin'

"What do we do? They're crazy!"

"We've gotta-"

"No! We can't do anything! Trust me, I know an out of control party when I see one. We just have to wait it out. Let's go to Stark Tower!"

"Why can't we-"

BANG!

"Ahh! Abandon ship! Abandon ship!"

The Next Day...

I wake up with a splitting headache. My temple throbs and I let out a groan. "Uhhh." I wearily open my eyes, "That was the weirdest dream ever." My eyes slowly focus and a grey ceiling is the first thing I see. Spray painted on it is a large black bat.

I blink, my gaze clearing up. What?

Then, I notice something else. There's a hard hairy ball pressed up against my head. Confused, I push myself up into a sitting position. Turning, I narrow my eyes at the thing.

Hmm...it seems familiar….

I stare at Maria Hill's head blankly. My eyes widening, I look around wildly.

So, it wasn't a dream!

I shudder, thinking about what Fury will do when he sees the Helicarrier- or what's left of it. It looks like a hurricane disaster area. Chairs flipped over, computers smashed, paper, food, and drinks literally everywhere- on the floor, on the walls, the ceiling, the agents…

The agents

I look back at Maria. Her hair- which for some reason is pink- is no longer in a bun and there's a Dorito chip in it. Also, she's asleep on a chair with her legs on one arm and her upper body on the other and her head on the desk.

I gawk, and realize that I'm wedged between two computers. Slithering out from between them, I wobble on my feet. Putting my hand on the desk, I steady myself and look around. We better get out of here before the agents wake up.

I find Madison sleeping on the floor, Phil Coulson being her pillow. Walking over to her, I gasp. Her strawberry blond hair now has purple streaks in it. Not to mention that it's a complete mess.

My breath catches in my throat and I take out my iPhone, which, thankfully, is undamaged. Clicking the camera, I reverse the view to see myself.

My eyes widen. And widen. And widen.

Blue

Straight

"Oh, my God!" I breathe, looking at my reflection. My usually long, wavy, black hair is now super straight so that it nearly reaches my hips. And to make it worse, there are electric blue streaks all over it. Also, I'm pretty sure someone shaped it with some scissors.

I frown and touch my new long-layered hair. Well, at least it doesn't look terrible.

Sighing, I put away my iPhone and kneel down next to Madison. Looking around, I see a bunch of food, along with a can of whipped cream. Grinning maliciously, I pick it up and squirt cream onto her nose.

Immediately, she jerks awake and jolts to a sitting position. "Whuzzah?" she slurs sleepily. Then, she clutches her head and moans, "Uhhh, my head."

"Yeah," I say, standing straight and then offering a hand. Madison takes it. "Me too."

Once she's standing, I look around for Faolan. It takes a bit longer, but then I find him with his head inside of a trash can. I lean down and wince, afraid of what I'm going to find. Slowly, I slide the can off of his head and gasp.

Somebody cut his mane so it looks like he has long hair. His underneck now has short hair as well as his chest. For some reason, I blush a little. Well, maybe because he has, like, wolf abs/biceps/pecks that his long mane fur used to cover….and that he looks slightly more like a hot human now…..giggle.

Forcing my blush away, I kneel down and turn him over. His face fur is short, except for his forehead, which has a long clump/tuft of fur that juts out a bit so that it almost hangs in his eyes.

And, well, he is also a victim to the hair-painting marauder. His forehead tuft is lined with a handsome gold color. Other parts of his body, such as his elbows and along his spine, are also painted in gold. It actually doesn't look that bad.

Before I can blush again, I turn away and look at Maddie. She's walking towards us sleepily. When she's a few feet away, she pauses to rub her eyes. Much to my amusement, she accidentally ends up rubbing the whipped cream all over her face.

"Uuuuugh." she groans as I snort with laughter. Turning back to Faolan, I gently shake him awake.

It takes a few moments, but soon enough, his eyes flicker open, "Wha?" he blinks a few times, then looks up at me, confused, "Guitain?"

I smile, "Wake up, Sleeping Beauty." I stand and then help him up. The male wolf mutant gazes around the Helicarrier and asks in wolf, "What happened? Everything was so blurry, but it was….fun! Exhilarating!"

"I know right?" I say, "We should do that again-"

"Are you crazy?" Madison, who seems to have fully woken up, hisses, "We are going to be in soooo much trouble! What do we do?!"

Suddenly, my phone buzzes and I take it out of my pocket. It is a text from Uncle Tony, apparently sent three hours ago. Ugh, stupid reminder.

Tapping it, I read aloud, "Hey wolfy, what's up? Some party, huh? So, in case you're wondering, the team, including Eye-Patch, are currently at StarkTower. You partied all day yesterday. I've sent a jet to pick you guys up- hopefully, there's still something for it to land on. See ya in three hours! By the way, Fury's pissed off."

Faolan and Madison stare at me.

Then, Madison sighs wearily, "Why would they go all the way to New York?"

"Where New York?" Faolan asks in human. I reply, "It's a place that's, like, 6 hours away from here if we fly."

"But Tony spoke three." he says. I blink, and then process what he meant, "Oh, well….um…. well, he said he's sending a jet, and Tony is Tony, so….yeah, we'd probably get there quicker."

Faolan nods, and then the three of us simply stand there. Madison blinks at me, and I blink back. "Dude, what up with your hair?" she asks and I smirk, "Check out yours."

She takes out her phone, and a moment later she screams. I burst out laughing as she wails, "My hair! My beautiful hair! Who the hell did this?"

Faolan, looking confused, grabs her phone and looks at himself. At first, he simply stares, and then he gives me a confused look, "...what?"

I snort with laughter and say, "Somebody painted our hairs. And cut them."

Madison starts feeling her hair.

"Well, yours and mine, anyway." I say, looking at Faolan. Madison looks thoroughly relieved and lets out a sigh, "Ugh, let's just-"

A weary grunt makes us all jump. Our eyes widen as we watch Agent Coulson stir, but then slump back down.

"Run!" I hiss, whirling around, "Run, run, run!"

I silently dash towards the door that leads outside, dodging chairs, food, and other debris. Faolan and Madison follow me, making much more noise. Quickly, I wrench open the door and am immediately blinded by scorching sunlight.

"Ahh!" I yelp, covering my face, "My eeeyes!"

"Wha- ahh!" Madison also covers her eyes, "Cover your eyes, Faolan!"

The wolf mutant inches his way out, keeping his head down and using his long forehead tuft as a sort of sunblocker. Slowly, I inch my eyes open, centimeter by centimeter until I'm able to squint around.

The sky is completely clear and the sun is blaring. A few long minutes later, we're able to open our eyes fully.

"What time is it?" I ask Madison and she takes out her iPhone.

"Ten twenty six…" she narrows her eyes. I frown, "What?"

My step-sister looks up, wide eyed. "It's...it's," she stutters, "It's….tomorrow's Christmas Eve!"

"Whoa, what?" I exclaim, "Tomorrow night is Christmas Eve?! But...we've only been here for, like, a week!"

"I know, right?" Madison says, "But…. we don't really keep track of days, I guess."

"Didn't we just get that calendar with the kittens?"

"...Finn ate it. You know he hates cats."

"Ugh!" I growl, rubbing my head. Suddenly, I perk up, "Maybe that's why they went to New York? To spend Christmas there!"

"What is Christmas?" Faolan asks, cocking his head from side to side. Madison and I gape at him with wide eyes. Finally, I sigh and pick up his forepaw, raising him to his hind legs, "You've got a lot to learn, Faolan."

"But what is it?"

I open my mouth to reply, but Madison beats me to it.

"Christmas is a super fun holiday where people give each other presents and other cool stuff and there's pretty decorations and there's cookies and hot chocolate and presents and music and elves and presents and reindeer and Santa Claus and lights and presents!" She jumps in the air with excitement, "Did I mention it's super fun?"

Faolan still looks confused and asks, "Why do people give each other….uh….presents? And what are presents?"

I pause for a moment and think about how to describe them, "Well, they're good things. They're gifts- like toys, or clothing, or sometimes even food. You need to try candy, by the way."

Faolan nods, not even bothering to ask what candy is.

"And people give them to each other because… uh, actually I'm not sure, but it doesn't matter, anyways."

"Ooh!" Madison squeals, "We should buy him some doggy Christmas sweaters!"

I groan, "Oh God, Madison, that's….that's...not a bad idea."

Suddenly, Faolan's ears perk up and he whips his head around, "What's that?" I follow his gaze and see a tiny dot growing steadily bigger. Madison narrows her eyes, "Hmm...I think it's our jet."

"That was fast." I comment.

We take a few steps back and wait as the jet comes nearer. Soon, it slows down and lands gracefully on the Helicarrier. Madison, Faolan, and I walk over to it.

Big letters spelling STARK ROX are painted gold on it while the rest is red.

"Yep," I say, "Definitely Tony's."

The door opens as the pilot steps out and lowers the stair/ladder thingy. "Hey, girls," she says, "Come on in." I glance at Madison, and then we walk towards it. "It's a girl," Madison mutters, "Good. I feel more comfortable."

I roll my eyes at her sexist comment and lead the way into the jet. The inside of it is mostly beige and multiple shades of brown, but it looks very fancy. Feeling very out of place, I awkwardly walk towards a two person seat, which is accompanied by another two-seater that is facing it.

Madison and I give each other incredulous looks. Meanwhile, Faolan sniffs everything. Two ladies that are no doubt flight attendants strut up to us.

"Hi!" one says in an annoying, high-pitched voice. She has blue eyes, blond hair that's in a bun, way too much makeup, especially lipstick, and a Barbie doll body. I suppress the urge to roll my eyes.

"Make yourself at home." she says and gently nudges me into a seat. Madison is put in the seat in front of me by the other woman; a ginger-haired, stick-like lady who, like the other woman, is wearing way too much makeup. The difference is that this one seems to put on more mascara than lipstick.

The two women pause when they see Faolan, but then the blondie seats him next to me. He looks extremely awkward and is eyeing them warily.

"My name is Jolie." the blonde says, "And this is Lynn. We'll be your flight attendants today. Anything you want, and we'll do it for you."

Can you jump off a cliff? Madison says in my head and my lip quivers as I try not to laugh. The two ladies give us blinding white smiles and walk away. Madison turns to us, eyes wide and disbelieving.

"Can you believe those two Barbie dolls?" she exclaims quietly so they won't hear, "I mean….just….look at them. They're so…."

"I know, right?" I say, laughing a little.

Faolan tilts his head, "Those humans were strange."

"You've got that right." I snort.

A few minutes later, the jet starts humming and soon we're in the air. A few minutes after that, another "sexy" woman walks up the aisle towards us with a trolley in tow. She stops next to us with a big, stupid grin on her face. Kinda creepy actually…..

"Hey, girls," she says, "Want some food?"

Immediately, my stomach growls. I lean in front of Faolan to see what's in the trolley. Hmm….

Well, we end up getting a lot of stuff. Chips, nuts, chicken, burgers, french fries, some fruits, yogurt, etc. Our stomachs have spoken.

As we're chowing down (Faolan ravenously because he's never had such awesome food in his life) I realize something. "Hey," I say, "Since the Helicarrier is obviously going to need repairs, does that mean we get a break from this mission?"

Madison pauses and glances up in thought. Then, she shrugs, "I guess. Is that bad?"

I blink and then shake my head, "No. I mean, I would like to get the Pack out as quickly as possible, but it would be nice to have a break from the stress. And besides, I'm not spending Christmas in the Lab. Or on the Helicarrier."

Madison smiles and we continue eating. When we're done, I lean back in my chair, which leans back with me, and groan, "That was great."

Faolan swipes his tongue over his jaws, "Delicious."

"I love billionaire food." Madison sighs contently.

We lay there for a few moments. Then, I frown and say, "So, guys, what are we going to do in the three hours that we're flying to New York?"

They both give me blank stares, clearly stating that they have no idea. Then, Madison perks up and silently takes out her phone. Ten seconds later-

I got this feeling on a summer day when you were gone

I crashed my car into the bridge

I watched and let it burn

I threw your shit into a bag

And pushed it down the stairs

I crashed my car into the bridge….

I grin and we all stand up and start dancing.

I don't care! I love it! I don't care! (a/n Guys, btws, this is a song. For any of you that don't know it, I am EXTREMELY disappointed in you)

3 hours later….

I jump off of the jet and land with a thump on the roof of Stark Tower. Madison and Faolan calmly walk down the stairs.

Stark Tower is, well, pretty amazing. One of the tallest buildings in New York, and of course the most unique. It looks like we could have a sick party in here.

"Hey, guys!"

I turn around to see Uncle Tony casually walking towards us. He waves to the pilot and yells, "Thanks, Madelyn!"

"No prob!" comes a faint reply. The jet takes off again and flies away. Uncle Tony grins and spreads his arms out, "Like the tower?"

I nod and Madison exclaims, "It's really big!"

Faolan sniffs the air and rumbles, "Is this another place in the sky?"

I shake my head, "Nope. We're just in a really tall building."

Uncle Tony swings an arm around my shoulder and leads us inside, "You're gonna love it! I've got a game room, an indoor swimming pool, a TV room, and your rooms, too. Everybody's waiting in the meeting room. See? I've even got a room for that!"

He presses the elevator button. When it opens, he walks in backwards and says, "Love the new looks, by the way."

I roll my eyes and step in. Madison follows, but Faolan is more reluctant.

"What is this thing?" he sniffs at the floor, "I hear wind and smell dirty air underneath."

"This is an elevator," Uncle Tony says, sounding bored, "It brings us up and down the building. Geez, he's worse than Capsicle."

I nudge him in the ribs with my elbow and say to Faolan, "It's alright. Come in."

Warily, he pads inside and rears up on his hind legs. When the elevator doors close, he tenses up and starts pawing at them. He yelps when it starts moving and starts pawing even harder.

"Hey, stop!" Uncle Tony says, "I don't want claw marks on my elevator, thank you very much."

I grab his arm and pull him back, "It's okay! We're just going down to another floor. Would you rather be dropped?"

Faolan looks at me and stops, but he's still tense. When the doors open, he dashes out and takes deep breaths. We walk out after him and I curl my fingers, "Maybe we should take the stairs next time."

"There won't be a 'next time' when I'm through with you."

I jerk my head up and see a pissed off Fury stomping over towards me. Shit.

"What the hell do you think you were doing?!" he yells, stopping in front of me and Madison, "I take my eye off of you for one second and you go and destroy the Helicarrier! Now we have to stop the whole mission to repair it. What-"

"Wait, wait," I interrupt, holding up my hands, "How do you know it's destroyed?"

"Agent Coulson woke up and called me." he growls, but before he can continue his rant, I say, "And we don't have to stop the whole mission. Uncle Tony probably has a bunch of science stuff. Why not continue here?"

"Well," I jump in surprise at Bruce's voice. Looking behind Fury, I see a large table with the Avengers sitting around it. How did I not notice that earlier? Bruce continues, "Most of the information was saved onto their computers. I mean, we have some with us, but not much…"

"Exactly," Fury spits, "Thank you very much, Zoey."

I reply, "You're welcome." just as Madison exclaims, "What am I, chopped liver?"

The director lets out an irritated sigh before raising his finger. "You," he shakes it at me, "You… From now and on, we're going to have an agent or somebody following you wherever you go. And cameras in your room. You're too much of a nuisance and I don't trust you enough for you to be left alone."

"WHAT?!" Madison and I shriek at the same time. "We don't need one of your lapdogs following us around like creepy stalkers!" I hiss.

Madison backs me up, "I mean, okay, we did some damage, but it was early in the morning and we were just having fun!"

"As if my stupid collar isn't enough!" I add, glaring at the director, "We're fourteen years old, we don't need a babysitter anymore!"

"Yeah, you shouldn't need a babysitter!" Fury retorts, "But you do, because you clearly decided to stop growing up when you were eight!"

"But-"

"Zoey." he growls, taking a step closer. Madison takes a step backwards but I stand my ground. "This discussion is over." he says dangerously.

Faolan, clearly not happy with his tone, starts growling and stands by my side, looming over him. He's a head taller than him, easily reaching 7'0 feet. Me, well, I'm feeling pretty small. I'm only 5'3.

Fury looks at him warily, but defiantly keeps his gaze. Faolan bares his teeth and snarls, "Leave Guitain alone."

The man keeps on glaring at him, while we all stare at them. For the longest time, he and Faolan glare at each other. Then, to my surprise, Fury looks away. Faolan huffs and relaxes, instantly shrinking down a few inches.

There's an awkward moment of silence, and then Fury turns back to the team. "I'm going to check out the Helicarrier. Don't do anything stupid."

They nod and he turns around. As he brushes past me, he says, "By the way, I called your mother. She's here."

Hey, I got a request to draw Faolan, so check out my profile for a link to DeviantArt.

Coming up next- An Avengers Sleepover!

Until next Saturday!

-Flaming Crow