(It's about to get cray cray up in here FYI, and lately I have had a ton of motivation to write this story, (you can blame demigirl33 ) so you guys are getting the special treatment with a lengthy chapter :)
The three teens stood in the elevator, each a feeling slightly shameful for what just happened.
"I can't believe I just did that," Zoë groaned.
"I didn't even get to put the dumb thing on," Meghan noted.
"That was epic," Leo stated.
Zoë leaned her head on Meghan's shoulder. "I'm in soooooo much trouble," she whispered.
Meghan patted her friends black ponytail. "Just be glad there wasn't a pool right above our heads." Zoë groaned a little louder in frustration.
The elevator dinged and the three walked out to what seemed like a huge conference room. The walls were white, with huge windows on the side facing the city. There was one long table in the middle of the room, with big swivel chairs lined up around it. Leo jumped on one of the chairs and said, "I could get used to this," as the girls slowly followed.
Leo looked at the down looks on Meghan and Zoës faces. "Hey, it's not like you killed someone! And we can totally go back and try the rest of the suit in later." Meghan gave a weak smile while Zoë glared at the curly haired boy.
"Thank you for that motivational speech Leo, but this is serious." Zoë put her head on the table and muttered how dead she was for blasting the hole in the celling.
Meghan sat down next to the raven haired girl. "Hey, it's not all that bad," she closed her hands on her lap. "Maybe we could try again later?"
Zoë looked up at her friend. "Fury will have me doing some sort of terrible job for months on end. Toilet cleaning, dish washing, rat killer," she looked up into Meghan's blue green eyes. "The list goes on."
Leo sat down next to Meghan and raised his eyebrows. "So ladies, are you both single?"
Meghan slightly blushed but rolled her eyes. "Not the right thing to say at the moment Leo." The Latino crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair as the doors opened up once again.
In walked the Avengers and Director Fury, who was still steaming anger over the whole incident that had taken place. As everyone sat down, the director took charge and started talking about some 'new changes.'
"Since its obvious that you kids are terrible at following a schedule," he looked at the teens who all stared back in a ticked off manor. "I am now assigning you each to a adult."
"Wait what? I was not on board with this," Bruce said a little agitated. "I never agreed to babysitting a little teenybopper 24/7."
Meghan looked slightly offended as she stated, "I am not a teenybopper!"
Tony looked at the rest of the adults. "Did anyone agree on this?" A series of head shakes went around the table.
"Can't they take care of themselves?" Thor asked. "I thought that the young people could be on their own."
Leo placed a hand on his chest. "I'm 15, and I think I'm also the oldest, so I should be in charge."
Zoë turned and glared at him. "I am not taking orders from someone who's two inches shorter than me and can pass for Santa's elf."
Leo shot back, "you know what sunshine, you need to take a chill pill-"
Meghan put her hand on Zoë's shoulder and the other on Leo's. "Guys you need to stop-"
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