A Stereotypical Marvel Fanfiction

Chapter XI

I went to this place called The Grounds which is basically a converted factory in Alexandria and they sell primo food. They also sell rainbow roses. Not paper, actual roses. #lgb

Dad gasped. "Natasha? What are you doing?"

The red haired spy said nothing. Her blue eyes were blank, like he wasn't seeing us at all.

"Attack," she said in a dreamy sleepwalker voice, and the men around her rushed us. Naturally we beat them all.

"Natasha," said Bruce distraughtly. "It's us. Your friends. What happened?"

Natasha looked at us vacantly. "who's Natasha?"

Steve gasped. "Omg I think they mind wiped her and made her their slave."

Thor nodded vigorously. He stepped forwards, his perfect ripped arms gleaming like they had been oiled down.

Yum.

"Lady Natasha of the Roman Offs, please come with us. We will make you better."

Natasha socked him in the jaw.

Because Asgardians are immune to this sort of shit, Thor just stop there while Natasha rained down karate hell in him, even kicking him in the... Area. All that elicited was a faint grunt.

When she had tired herself out, Thor knocked her out and suddenly we were outside and in the Quinjet and flying home with Natasha tied up.

You have no idea how long I spent on this. But WAIT! There's more!

Thor turned to me during the ride, and told me to look straight ahead at YOU, where he was pointed.

"Those are the readers, Lady Sera," he said. "Say hello."

"I don't see anything." Crazy hot Asgardian.

Thor shrugged. "Doctor Banner, you may do the honours."

The shortish greying man fiddled with his glasses nervously.

"Uhm, so vote, duh. You guys already do that, it's great. But commenting is good too, because the author needs to make the story more stereotypical. And this is a stereotypical type of scene, amirite guys?" He turned to look back at us. Tony shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess. But not really Marvel specific, more fanfiction stereotypical. Because author's been reading trashy boy fanfiction that's not even Marvel, shame on her." He shook his head.

"You guys are crazy," I said, as the plane zipped though the skies, over the sea, back to New York.

GOD I HAVE A MATH AND SCIENCE TEST TOMORROW SAVE ME WHERES POCKET BRUCE WHEN YOU NEED HIM