Eventually, she and Ron got invited to a movie night. It didn't go very well. Apparently it was Bruce's turn to pick a movie, and it turned out to be a black and white romance, in French no less. It was about a complicated love triangle, and half of the team fell asleep before the middle of the movie. Miranda managed to keep her eyes open until the end, but understood almost none of it, despite the subtitles. Ron fell asleep behind her around the time a gun was brought out.
It wasn't even a very happy movie, half of the cast died in the end, and she left feeling utterly confused and not at all satisfied.
When the team woke up to disperse to their various rooms, Miranda told them she wouldn't be returning if they were all like that. Bruce looked faintly guilty.
"I swore it had a happier ending last time I watched it," he said quietly.
"That's alright, it's my turn to pick next week," Tony chirped.
Natasha groaned. "Last time he made us watch the extended edition of all of the Lord of the Rings movies. I thought I was going to die there."
"T'was indeed long, but I now understand why friend Tony calls the archer Legolas. He was a fine elfin warrior." Thor nodded solemnly.
"Well I can't pick it again, can I?" Tony snapped.
Steve nodded tiredly. "That is one of the few rules of movie night."
Miranda tilted her head. "I suppose I could give it another try."
Tony clapped her on the back. "That's the spirit!"
She rolled her eyes at him and dragged her sleepy husband by the arm. "We're going to bed now. Night everyone!"
The assorted members of the team all murmured farewells to her and her husband, and they disappeared to their room for the night.
They slept well, and weren't even awoken by Thor setting the toaster on fire. Again.
The next week Tony made them watch an animated movie with talking animals and a shrubbery named Steve. He didn't look at all sorry. After him was Clint, who made them watch Brave, for what was apparently not the first time, breaking what was one of the only rules of movie night. Miranda wasn't entirely sure how he got away with that, but she suspected his bow, which sat on the couch next to him, helped.
Natasha chose a James Bond film, which was decent. Thor, with a large amount of influence from Tony, Miranda suspected, selected a horror movie with an actor that looked awfully like him. The movie wasn't bad at all, but the similarities were unsettling.
Steve's movie followed, and he chose Die Hard, which made Clint snicked for unknown reasons. Then somehow they were back to Bruce's turn to pick, and Miranda and Ron just kept going.
There was food. What could she say? And if the Avengers were sitting more or less quietly, watching a movie, they weren't out getting themselves injured. It was a win win.
Weeks passed, measured by movie nights, spotted with the occasional alien invasion or super villain attack. As Tony liked to point out, most of them weren't even villains, let alone super villains, because they were awful at it. The most severe injury she had to treat was a nearly severed finger on Steve, which healed itself, leaving only the slightest of scars that was gone in a week. More common was making sure Tony ate and slept so that she wouldn't have to sit by his bed while he recovered from pneumonia, or the flu yet again. There was also the occasional broken bone, some minor burns from explosions (Tony had a robot to put out fires, but apparently Dum-E wasn't so good at it), and frequent lacerations. It was odd how quickly the insanity became routine, and how a large green monster wandering into the Tower after a battle was normal. The Hulk would often find food and sit himself in front of the television, growling at Jarvis to put his shows on. He seemed partial to crap telly, usually reality shows, and Bruce would always seem horrified when he realized what he'd been watching.
If she thought her life with Sherlock Holmes was unusual, then she didn't even know how to classify this. There probably wasn't a word to describe how far beyond completely unbelievable it was.