Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

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2012:

Antonia was doing what every little girl wishes she could do... whatever she wanted.

She wanted to shop until she dropped.

At the moment, she was browsing the private collections in the back of Tiffany & Co.

"Girl, please," Antonia said when she saw what they brought out for her. "This is from four years ago and can't even be considered vintage. Bring out more champagne, please." She paused, then added, "Actually, make it tequila. It seems I need to be drunk in order to buy something today."

All the workers, save one, went to fetch more jewelry and search for tequila, which they absolutely did not have.

She sighed dramatically.

"I just want a pretty diamond," she said, starting to cry.

"Psst," the remaining worker called to her.

Antonia pointed to herself, as if to ask, "Who, me?"

The worker nodded, and she walked toward her.

"There's a priceless item in the ba—"

"I'll take it. Charge it to the account called 'Daddy's money.'"

"Don't you want to see it?" the worker asked, baffled.

"Nope, just bag it up, please," she said with a smile, then paused. "Oh, and thank you for your help. It was very mindful."

"Please let me show it to you first."

"Ugh, fine," Antonia said, being dragged out of the room. She mumbled, "This isn't very demure."

She was pushed into another room, only to see a bald-headed pirate.

She tried to run, only to realize the door was locked.

"Oh, come on!" she yelled to no one in particular.

She adjusted her collar in a not-so-cutesy way, turned around, and scratched the top of her head.

"Hey, Uncle Ruckus..." she said to him. "What are you doing here?"

Fury rolled his eyes. "I told you not to call me that."

"But it would fit if you got a glass eye."

"Well, I don't have a glass eye."

"Nor is it a functioning eye," she said in boredom. "The cat really—"

He covered her mouth.

"Misty and Tony should've never procreated," he muttered to himself.

"What was that?" she asked.

"Nothing. Look, we need your help."

"Of course you do," she stated. "Have you seen your clothes? I've seen you in nothing but depression. 'Dress to impress' would rate you negative 10 stars, even in the spy category."

He rolled his eyes.

"I have a mission for you," he said, handing her a folder.

She looked inside, and her eyes grew wide.

"Pretty!" Then she looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. "Can we turn it into earrings and a matching necklace?"

"We are trying to save the world here!"

"Me too! The world needs more accessories!"

"Your grandfather, Howard Stark, fished that out of the ocean when he was looking for Captain America. He thought—well, we think—the Tesseract could be the key to unlimited sustainable—"

"Blah, blah, blah. Do I get a cute suit? I want something pink."

"You're supposed to be subtle."

"Have you seen my dad's tin-man suit? You'd think he was going to the Emerald City to find a heart."

She was met with silence.

"Does my dad know?"

He shook his head.

She gasped.

"Does my mother know?"

Once again, he shook his head.

She gasped again.

"I'm like a rebel," she said, staring at her hands.

"You're 22," he deadpanned.

"What? Would you rather I be a child bride?"

"You're 22?"

"That's what I said..." He stared at her, really questioning if she was real or just something Stark built. "Fine, I'll care for a second. Who stole the triceratops?"

"Tesseract," he corrected. "His name is Loki. He's not from around here."

"Is he cute?" she asked.

"No."

"Is he rich?"

"No."

"Am I getting paid?"

"Eh."

"So not only can I not get some jewelry, have to fight a poor, non-cute guy, go behind my parents' backs, but I'm also getting no money?? No thanks."

"We need your help."

"Get somebody else to do it."

"No one is as good as you."

"That's all you had to say. Now say it into my phone so I can make it my voicemail." She held her phone up to him.

"I'm already disappointed I invited you."

"Good." She started walking out the door, which she finally had time to pick, before turning to look at him. "You owe me a diamond."

She skipped out singing the Smurf song.

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