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"Clint, you need to sit back down!" Natasha said, crossing her arms as he tried to get out of bed.

"But Nat, I-" Clint started to argue, but Natasha pushed him back down.

"No, Clint, there is nothing you can say that would let you out of bed." Natasha said firmly.

Clint blew air out of lips. He hated resting, there was nothing to do. Most of the time when he was supposed to be "resting" he would go to the range and just shoot so he wasn't losing strength. And something about the range and shooting his bow was relaxing. He could think there, breathe. But no. He was stuck in this bed, pouting, as Natasha sat in a chair she pulled up so she could watch him.

"Everyone else got to get up and move around." Clint said, trying a different angle.

Natasha rolled her eyes. "You were the only one that got their knee kicked out from behind them." She didn't even look up from her book when she answered.

Clint sighed. She was right. His arms and knee were both wrapped up, and the doctor told him to keep weight off his knee, and to not use his arm much so he didn't ruin his stitches. But Clint wasn't planning on listening.

"Natasha?" He asked, and when she looked up he gave her the biggest smile, and the deepest puppy eyes he could manage. Her face softened, only slightly, but it was enough for Clint.

"Can you go get me a coffee?"

Natasha looked at him skeptically, "Do you really need the caffeine? I mean you're supposed to be resting."

He made a sad face. "I know Nat, but I've already drank like three gallons of water. Can I have something else?"

Natasha was silent for a minute. "Fine. I will be right back. But if you are not here when I get back you are dead. Got it?"

Clint nodded eagerly, and Natasha left the room. He carefully got up, testing his leg out on the ground. It hurt, but it was bearable. He moved his way across Tony's lab, where all the beds were, using the tables to help him. He got to the doorway, and looked both ways to make sure it was clear.

Seeing no one, he made his way out there, when suddenly, next thing he knew, he was back in the bed, the bed sheets tying him to the bed so he couldn't move.

"What the-" He started to say when Pietro sped into the run, Wanda a few seconds behind him.

"You should listen to Natasha, Old Man. She knows what is best." Pietro said, smiling at the struggling Clint.

"Yeah, Clint, you really do need to rest." Wanda added in, joking less than her brother.

Clint looked at the two of them, and smiled. "Fine, I give up. I won't go." A couple seconds later, Natasha walked in with four coffees, one for her, one for Clint, and the other two for the twins.

"Thanks, guys. Good job." She said. They laughed, and ran off.

Clint looked at her, shocked. "You told them to do this? Cheater."

Natasha smirked. "I know as soon as I left the room you would've left, so I called them."

Clint sighed, and laughed a little. "Ok, you got me. But, can you untie me?"

Natasha laughed as she removed the bed sheets.

"-so then the big guy took over and threw the bomb into the sky." Bruce finished, sitting on a couch in the lounge with Thor. Disappointed that he missed a lot of the action, Thor had asked Banner to explain what had happened.

"That was a mighty battle then!" Thor shouted, holding his fist in the air.

Bruce chuckled. "Mighty indeed." He took a breath though. "Except we couldn't find the Underminer though, he disappeared before they could even try to find him.

Thor stood up, and grabbed Mjolnir, and exclaimed, "I must go to Asgard and tell Odin all the adventures we have endured!" He ran into the kitchen.

Bruce looked at the box Thor held in his hands. "And you're taking the pop-tarts with you?" He asked, confused.

Thor just shrugged. "They are the best Midgardian treat. I will see you another time, good friend." Thor said, placing his hand on Bruce's shoulder.

"Bye Thor." Bruce said, and Thor jumped through the window, shattering it. A moment later, bright multi color lights shone through the broken window. Bruce just sighed, and grabbed a broom to sweep up the glass.

"Woah, so you fought the Hulk? That's so cool!" Dash exclaimed, after his dad finished his story.

"Not as cool as running a bomb down into a valley!" Bob said back, smiling at his oldest son.

"You what?!" Helen said, looking up from where she was playing with Jack-Jack.

Dash looked at his feet, but smiled. "Nothing."

Helen squinted her eyes at her son, but let it slide. "Vi," she asked, "What did you do?"

Violet's eyes lit up as she told them her story with Wanda at the Walmart. "We brought some shelves down on the hole so the Miners stopped coming up, and they we went down into the hole, but they shot Wanda with some stun-gun or something, and the bomb was about to explode, so I put force fields on both of them, and it exploded, but my force field stopped, then we got to talk into the intercom thing."

She paused for a moment. "Oh, I can also do this now." She first made herself levitate, and then used her powers to lift everyone else into the air.

"Woah!"

"That's pretty cool, Vi."

"Nice job kid."

Violet put everyone down, and then Helen asked, "So, Lucius, what did you do?"

He sighed, and put down the glass of water he had. "So me and Cap were out in Central park, and… Syndrome's back. He created a new Omnidroid too, one that can't be destroyed, even by itself, I don't know how he did that. So yeah. Syndrome's back."

They were all silent for a moment, amazingly, also Jack-Jack. Then Bob rubbed his hands over his face and groaned.

"Ugh, I don't want to deal with him again." He complained.

"Yeah, I thought he died! At least it sure looked like he did." Violet said, and Dash agreed with her.

"Guys, It's alright. When he comes back, we'll deal with him. Just like we've always had. Hey, c'mon. We're superheroes. What could happen?" Everyone laughed, it was good to back.

Cap and Tony sat at the holo-table in the war room, going over the options that they had.

"So where did the Underminer go?" Tony asked.

Cap sighed. "Tony, he is barely 4 feet tall, he is a weird mole thing, and he can tunnel faster than Pietro can talk. It would be gone before we'd even know where to look." Cap answered, clearly not happy. "There's not much we can do."

"But we need to do something!" Tony argued, voiced getting louder. "The thing kidnapped our friends, almost killed them, and planted a bomb in the city! We can't just let him go!"

"Ok, Stark. Sure. Where is he then?" Cap said, slamming his hand on the table.

"Right here, darlings." The Underminer was thrown into the room, hands and feet tied, with what looked like layers layers of duct around his mouth.

Edna walked into the room right after she threw him in, a balled up newspaper in hand. "This little incompetent piece of garbage was digging through your front lawn, Tony darling, and he never even saw me coming." She pushed her huge glasses farther up on her nose, then put her hand on herk hip.

The two men were silent for a moment. "Uh, good job, Edna, I uh, didn't know you could-"

Edna cut Tony off with a wave of her hand. "Of course you didn't darling, you don't know everything about me now do you?" She asked, jumping up on the holotable and getting right in Stark's face.

"Nope, I definitely do not." Stark said, raising his hands in the air and backing away. "So, what are you doing here, Edna?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Besides bringing the villain to your doorstep? I came to say hi to the Parr's. Now, if you could direct me to their room?" She asked, expectantly.

"Third floor, second door on the left. One of the guest rooms." Cap answered for Stark.

"Thank you Captain." Edna started to walk out of the room, before pausing and turning around a last time. "I love the colors, Mr. Rogers."

Cap beamed. "Thank you ma'am." Tony just laughed into his hands.

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