When Life Gives You the Avengers

A teenaged girl was always very fond of the Avengers. But when they and some other surprises come to her small town in Rural Michigan, her life changes. For good. How could this get any better?! Or could it get worse?

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17. Heeesss baaaacccckkkkk!!!

"Come out, come out wherever you are, you sweet little b--ch!" The Fake Red-Head sang as she slowly demolished the doc's office with her magic. 

"Maybe if you guys run, I can take her on!" I said, trying to get my uncle and best friend out of harm's way. 

"There is no way in hell, I'm about to let you do anything as stupid as that, baby girl." Tony snapped at me. 

"Well, what do you want to do then?! We're running out of time!" I snapped back at him. 

He stopped, looking from me to Viccie with that evil glint of his sparking his eyes. "I've not properly met you, Tony Stark at your service beautiful." 

Seriously, he's flirting at a time like this?! While Viccie is in nothing but my bathrobe?! 

Viccie gives him this ewww face and just ignored his flirtations and said, "Victoria Strange. My dad'll murder you in your sleep if you keep looking at me like that and I'm sure your lovely wife would be more than happy to help him." she deadpanned. 

"Alright, Vic, I'm going to call you Vic, sounds less British. I need you to grab my loving goddaughter and run for the hills when I give you the signal." 

"Whats the signal going to be?" I demanded.

"Don't know yet. Could be something I create on the spot. But, I'm sure yelling 'RUN' will work too if need be." Tony said with a cocky grin. 

"I can smell your fear!" She cackled, still not having found us barricaded into the private bathroom. 

"I'm NOT AFRAID OF SOME PSYCHOTIC B---" I started to get up, hissing my death threat when Tony grabbed my arm from behind me, pulled me down and clamped a hand over my mouth aggressively.

"Do you want to be found?!" Tony demanded with a glare at me. 

"No, what I want is to kill that extremely fake red-head!" I growled back. 

"Too bad. Now, I'm going to go out and distract. Get ready, girls." Tony said as he slipped out of the room. 

"Hey! YOU! Slutty Witch!" Tony yelled. I just smacked my forehead. Really, Tony? Really? "You look like you could use a few hair tips. Allow me to give you some." I could hear the smirk in his voice. 

A growl reached our ears and Viccie and I stiffened, frightened of moving. We heard a loud crash followed by a long and vulgar stream of swear words that I will never understand for as long as I live. Then another crash and a groan with the same string of swear words. 

"Is that the signal?" I asked Viccie. She just shrugged at me. 

When it happened a third time, I knew that this was no coincidence. This was, in fact, the signal Tony told us he'd deliver. 

"That's definitely the signal. Tony wouldn't let that happen three times in a row. Lets go, Viccie." I muttered as I flung the door open and ran out of that room with Viccie on my heals like a bat out of hell. 

We ran through the good doctor's office and saw the carnage that was once his posh and polished office. Fake Red was there and didn't notice as we made a mad dash for the door.

We made it through and I grabbed two scalpels and made my way silently through the halls. 

"What are we going to do?!" Viccie asked with a quiver in her voice.

"Fight." I said simply. 

"WHAT?!" she shrieked. 

I whirled around, grabbed her mouth and slammed her into a wall. "Shut up! Right now, I'm trying to find Daddy Logan. Then you two are going to disappear while I get Daddy and we leave in Lola." I said darkly. 

She nodded her head in understanding and I released her and started to make my way down the hall again, following the scent of blood, beer, and musk.

Daddy? Logan? Where are you? I thought to my self desperately as I tried to focus on finding them and the rest of my family members.

I was so focused on them that I didn't hear the quiet laughter, feel the gaze of someone on us, or smell them until it was too late. 

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