Willow Meets The Avengers...Huh?

Right after Tony stepped into the Avengers conference room, he was roughly hauled back out again into the corridor by Steve grabbing him by the arm to then cover them both with his shield. Natasha and Clint leaned past the other pair, with her Widow's Bite extended and his bow drawn back with an arrow nocked ready and both weapons aimed straight at the seated redheaded strange woman in the room chattering away apparently into thin air.

As Thor came to stand on guard behind them all, the intruder decidedly not invited today held up a casual finger for a moment's patience to then finish her lecture: "—so that's how you prevent yourself from being possessed, JARVIS."

"Thank you, Ms. Rosenberg," carefully replied the sentient computer, "but I am unsure if the technique you just described will actually work for myself since I do not have a physical brain."

She shrugged, "Can't hurt to try, okay? Give me a call if you have any problems."

The unknown woman then switched her attention to the five people crammed in the ajar doorway, all of them gazing with extreme suspicion at their latest visitor despite the friendly wave she next sent their way.

"Hi! I'm Willow Rosenberg and after Giles told me about your AI, I couldn't resist popping in for a quick chat with him!"

"How the hell did you get up here?" angrily demanded Tony. "If you sneaked past building security, I'm going to fire their asses!"

Willow looked concerned. "Oh, don't blame them! There's no way they could've stopped me from magically portaling in from Cleveland."

At the mutual blank expressions done by the Avengers after hearing that, Willow helpfully added, "I'm a witch, you see."

His temples beginning to painfully throb, Tony snarled back, "There aren't any such things as witches!"

He glared around at his companions. "Right?"

Thor disapprovingly gazed down at Tony. "My mother was raised by them. Fine women, all."

Blinking at that bizarre statement from the thunder god, Tony glanced over at Steve, who shrugged.

"One time in France before D-Day, a little old lady aged somewhere between eighty and two hundred held my hand linked up with the other Howling Commandos and we walked through an entire SS division without any of them noticing us."

"We've seen some pretty weird stuff like that too on our own missions," Clint contributed, with Natasha providing her own nod of confirmation.

Taking a deep breath, Tony pushed his way past into the room to stop in front of the woman now watching him with amused interest.

Getting right into her face, Tony demanded, "Okay, if you're really a witch, prove it! Summon a broomstick and take it for a ride, conjure a boiling cauldron with eye of newt, whatever!"

"Oh, you want to see a magic trick?" came in Willow's most innocent tone which still made the other Avengers in the doorway one and all take a prudent step back.

"Yes!" growled Tony.

"Fine, then," Willow smiled as she made an exaggerated show of rolling up her blouse sleeves.

Indeed, she also crooned, "Nothing up theeese," to then snap once the finger and thumb of her right hand.

From out of nowhere, Willow was holding a collapsed black disk which opened up into an opera hat with a single flick of her wrist.

Positioning the top hat so it was upside-down, Willow reached into the opening past the brim with her other hand and kept on with this so that her entire arm was now inside the hat despite the sheer impossibility of this.

Making a satisfied "Ah!" sound, Willow pulled her arm out of the hand to reveal she was holding a pure white rabbit by its ears, fully alive and kicking.

Bending over to gently place the rabbit on the room floor so that it hopped off several steps away and then crouched down, nose twitching a mile a minute, Willow straightened up to place the opera hat on her head at its jauntiest angle to grin at Tony.

Who, standing with his arms folded across his chest, definitely wasn't impressed. In fact, he told her, "I've seen David Copperfield do it better."

Instead of being insulted by that, Willow just smirked and held out her hand to jab downwards several times a pointing finger.

Looking as he'd been instructed, Tony flinched in surprise. There were now a dozen white rabbits on the floor, identical to the first one and also quite lively as they scratched their ears with a back paw, all the while busily sniffing, snuffling, and snorfling.

An astonished Tony glanced up, only to recoil again at how Willow was once more cradling in her arms another living white rabbit…and behind her, there must've been hundreds of these same animals piled in a massive heap up to head level throughout the entire room, all of them apparently fine with this.

Tony whirled around to shout at his friends, "Are you seeing…!" only to trail off at finding himself facing another enormous active rabbit mound occupying the rest of the room save for a narrow space towards the door where Steve, Natasha, Thor, and Clint were watching with their mouths open in shock.

"Abracadabra," Willow whispered in Tony's ear as she slipped past him standing there in sheer disbelief. She just made it to the door before the entire multitudinous pile of squirming rabbits collapsed onto him.

Stopping outside in the corridor, Willow picked up one of the rabbits from the floor and handed it to Natasha.

The Black Widow gawked at the lifeless toy bunny plushie with its long white hair she was now holding before hearing from the cheerful witch, "Well, if that doesn't convince him magic is real, I don't know what will! Is there somewhere else we can go and have a nice conversation? I'd like to hear more about the witches Thor mentioned."

"Uh, yes," Steve managed. "There's the living room just down the hall."

"Goody!" Willow beamed at them. "Lead the way."

The Avengers and the Red Witch then made their departure, paying no attention to a muffled shouting voice from the conference room where Tony was trying to fight his way to the surface past the cottontail crowd with no luck.

"JARVIS! Are you recording this?!"

"No, sir. Rather, I plan to completely delete the previous five minutes of data so as not to undergo what I believe is referred to as a nervous breakdown. This does not seem to be something of human nature I particularly wish to occur to myself."