Black Widow. The name alone is enough to strike fear into any hardened, cruel criminal. Most of the time, she was calm, cool, and collected. She knew some of her teammates could be annoying and obsessive. Normally, she could handle it; but this was not a normal situation. Directly down the hall, straight in front of her, sat a shrub. Strangely, this plant was able to move on its own. She knew this had something to do with Stark. The plant seemed to straighten and try to make its silhouette bigger; trying to make itself seem a bigger threat, perhaps?

'Enough of this!' Natasha thought. The plant seemed to realize this was not a fight he would win. He looked in her eyes and saw his short life flash before his own mind; he saw death in her eyes. This was not a woman to be crossed. So the fern scurried off before serious damage could be done to him.

Natasha shook her head and walked with a greater speed to her room, wanting to avoid confronting the three nitwits that lived in this tower. The aforementioned nitwits were, from what she could tell arguing and possibly having a theme song being played over the speakers.

'Steve will have to deal with this. I am going to bed. If this wakes me, I will mutilate someone,' Natasha thought as she entered her room.

The three aforementioned nitwits were arguing about what to do with the now sentient, evil fern: would it be humane to kill it, or could they return it to its natural state? Clint and Tony were all for killing it with fire, while Bruce (who just wanted to go to bed and pretend this was all a nightmare) wanted to at least try to fix the problem they had started. The serum they used on the fern was unpredictable; it could possibly wear off. The other two wouldn't hear it, saying the fern must go.

"But Lucille's pie! We'll never get another!" argued Bruce.

"I'll just buy her another one; it's just a fern, Brucie." Tony was tired, scared, and ambivalent. Of course he was worried about getting a slice of Lucille's pie. It was addicting. However, this fern. This fern was pure evil. Tony had to admit this was a mistake and it was all his fault. That was why he was creating the Destructinator and wondering to himself why he allowed Clint to name the weapon.

Clint was sitting on the counter, deep in thought. He knew there wasn't a good way out; that this was ending only one way: no more pie. He had to admit this wasn't the worst situation he's been in but it was one of them. He shook his head. How did this happen? How did Tony and Bruce create a sentient plant that was bent on taking over the world?

"Tony, Bruce is right. There's no good way out. We will need to tell Lucy what happened, and that it was your fault."

Tony glared at Clint, then he sighed, "I know Clint. This is one of the few times you are right."

The three look at each other and sighed, and even a rock would have felt the desperation that hung heavy in the air.

"JARVIS," Tony called, "what time is it? And what is the expected arrival of Lucille McCullough?"

"It is now 7:30 in the morning, Sir. Ms. McCullough's expected arrival is at precisely eight o'clock." JARVIS's voice was heavy with sympathy for the three heroes. In all the calculations he processed, there wasn't one that ended with the heroes with the pastry.

"We've got thirty minutes to run this op. This will end successfully and Lucy won't know anything about this. Her fern will be at a nursery. AVENGERS! ASSEMBLE!" Tony shouted.

Bruce and Clint stared at Tony with a very concerned gaze.

Tony pouted, "So Cap can say it, but I can't? Fine. Let's go take care of this fern." Tony strode to the elevator followed by the two others.

Garfunkel was alone. He was the first of his kind and he certainly wasn't going to be the last. He has big plans. Very big plans. He will raise an army of plant-kind and take over the world with him and his kind ruling.

Lucille's pies. They were the key to his success. Already they had an addictive property to them. Besides that, who could turn down pies? All he had to do was add a special ingredient that would make the humans like putty on his leaves. Moldable. Then it would be a simple project to have the world's greatest scientists give all plants the chemical that gave him this intelligence.

What Garfunkel didn't know was that it was too late. The three heroes had surrounded him. Tony at the entrance, Clint in the air ducts, and Bruce at the stairs, with Tony and Clint suited up and Bruce with the Destructinator ready to go.

Tony took a deep breath and said, "Let's do this."

He kicked in the doors and shouted, "Hey Audrey, are you hungry?"