A/N: Rule five! Dedicated to all you whovians! (You know who you are!) I had lots of fun writing this chapter! I have to give thanks to Wikipedia however, because, prior to writing this, I had no idea how many episodes there actually were, but 896? Jeez! And thanks to DK for beta-ing this chapter on such a short notice :3

Rule 5: Doctor Who marathons consisting of all 896 Episodes are prohibited.

Another boring meeting. Tony hadn't pulled any stunts since the costume switch incident. Gah. Why did being a super-spy assassin, kick-boxing legend, member of a squad superhero have to be so BORING!

"Tony, what's your status on the arc reactor? Discover anything new?" Steve asked.

"I forgot," Tony snapped.

Pepper had been commissioned to attend a few meetings every now and then, on behalf of Stark Industries. Basically, Tony paid a bunch of money to S.H.I.E.L.D. in order to have an excuse for bringing Pepper to the meetings so she could do all the work for him. Pepper only rolled her eyes at his comment.

"Nothing is ever forgotten, not completely. And if something is remembered, it can come back," I muttered.

Pepper gasped.

"What?" I asked, slightly irritated.

"You watch Doctor Who!" she squealed.

"YOU watch Doctor Who?" I asked, surprised. Pepper CERTAINLY didn't seem like the sci-fi type. Maybe I just misjudged her.

"Yes!" She squealed again.

"Who is Doctor Who?!" Tony shouted suddenly.

"It's a British television show," Pepper explained.

"It's still around?" Steve asked.

"You watch it too?" she inquired excitedly.

"Uh no, I never got around to it..." Steve admitted awkwardly.

"They're up to the eleventh doctor," I replied smugly.

"Seriously?" Steve said, shocked.

"What are they talking about?" Natasha asked Clint, who just shrugged his shoulders.

"We are officially having a movie night tonight," Pepper declared. "Stark Tower. Everyone has to come."

"Why? I don't want to watch some television show about British people," Natasha grumbled.

"I'll have vodka." Pepper smiled.

Natasha muttered something under her breath in Russian, but it was too spoken too quietly for me to understand.

"Um, I never agreed to this," Tony said slowly.

"Sorry," Pepper retorted sarcastically.

"DO SAY, LADY POTTS, WHAT EXACTLY IS A BRITISH TELEVISION SHOW?" Thor boomed.

"Thor! Indoor voice!" I reprimanded.

"Sorry," he replied more quietly.

"It's a television show created in England..." Pepper explained cautiously.

"Is it a normal thing for you to watch this sort of thing?" Thor whispered.

"Yes..." Pepper answered hesitantly.

"Then I will cease this opportunity to enjoy a traditional Midgardian 'British television show from the kingdom of England,'" Thor decided, his tone still low.

"He does know he doesn't have to whisper, right?" Pepper asked me, concerned.

"Just go with it. Trust me, it's better this way," I whispered back.

Yes, the amazing Pepper Potts had convinced the entire Avengers Initiative to come over to Stark Tower, sit in Tony's home theatre, and watch Doctor Who.

Tony's home theatre was QUITE the home theatre, as you'd imagine.

There were about ten rows of leather love seats straight down the middle and a leather single on each side- did I mention they were recliners? In the back, there was a not-so-mini mini bar and a theatre-worthy, fully-stocked concessions stand.

Tony and Pepper sat in the front row, sharing a love seat, both with their alcoholic beverage of choice. Clint and I shared the one behind them. Natasha, sitting in the single nearest me, sipped her vodka slowly and cautiously, as if she were testing it for poison (which I'm fairly sure she has done before). Bruce sat in the single closest to Tony; Thor sat in the other single in the front row; and Steve sat in the last chair in the second row.

"JARVIS, search Netflix for Doctor Who Season One, Episode One," Pepper commanded once everyone had settled down with their drinks and such. I don't drink, so I opted for Red Hots- partially because I like them and partially because Clint hates them. They're the ONLY candy he won't steal from me.

Episode one appeared on the screen and everyone quieted down.

We watched for a while until I realized that this was NOT the first episode.

"JARVIS, this isn't the first episode," I said, frowning.

"What do you mean this isn't the first episode? Of course it is," Pepper said, turning around with her own frown.

"Then why is he the ninth doctor?" I demanded. "JARVIS, start from the beginning. The REAL beginning."

"If you say so, Miss Morgan," JARVIS replied and played the REAL first episode.

It had been three days, and Tony hadn't left the theatre room.

Pepper left the first morning, since she had to work. Natasha left once the vodka ran out. Clint left after about ten hours had passed. Thor, claiming that the way they portrayed aliens was insulting, also left early on. Steve's eyes starting hurting only an hour and half in, so he too left. I stayed until I realized that two whole days had passed since I had eaten anything excepting five hour energy shots, popcorn, and theatre candy. I'd already seen all the episodes anyway. We had JUST* dragged Bruce out, as he was fascinated by the real science involved with the time travel; he kept saying, "That Doctor is on to something!" And Tony, well, he'd threatened to unleash a nuclear bomb (which was supposedly stored in his basement) if anyone dared to interrupt him.

"Tony! You have 26,808 hours of Doctor Who left! You need to take a break!" I pleaded.

"No!" he shouted.

"I'm opening the door," I warned, reaching my hand out for the knob.

"I have a gun," Tony growled from inside the room.

"Who gave Tony a gun?" I sighed, rolling my eyes.

"I stole it from Natasha. Hope you don't mind, Nat."

Natasha started patting her pockets, and sure enough, one was missing. Her eyes went cold and her lack of sleep kicked in.

"Anthony Edward Stark," she hissed angrily and proceeded to kick down the door.

"We do have fully functioning door knobs," Pepper pointed out shakily.

"The light!" Tony moaned dramatically.

"JARVIS, shut off the projector," Natasha commanded, pinning Tony's arms behind his back and dragging him out to the rest of us.

"I'm afraid Tony has restricted anyone from doing that besides himself," JARVIS replied.

"Tony," Natasha warned calmly.

"No! Please, Romanoff! One more episode!" Tony pleaded.

Natasha immediately flipped Tony over onto the ground.

"JARVIS..." Tony moaned. "Turn off the projector.

Everything was going fine until Fury found out about the bomb threat and Tony had to be interrogated.

Apparently Tony's response to interrogation was: "It's all Morgan's fault! Punish her."

Guess who else had to be interrogated.

This girl.

Next Rule: Clint may not sing a song composed of Tony Stark's comebacks.

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-Kitty