C.H.A.S.M. [MARVEL FANFICTION] ✓completed

8

Where I listen to Tony Stark telling lame horror stories

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The thunder was still audible, as was the pattering rain.

"Well," Tony answered, "I'd like to make use of this occasion where everyone is present to thank whoever modified the jam. It looks absolutely horrible, but it tastes delicious."

Bruce laughed, and Penny gagged. It was JARVIS who answered.

"I have analyzed the substance that was combined with the jam, sir, and it appears to be mayonaise."

Bruce laughed even louder, and Clint tried not to choke. Tony's expression was priceless, and most of the others turned to the twins.

"Loraine and Michael!" Natasha scolded.

"It wasn't us!" they chorused, "we swear!"

It was clear that some people didn't believe them.

"It's always you," Simon accused, "and seeing as how Loki isn't here, who else could it be?"

"But I like jam..." Michael muttered in his defence.

"Make that liked," his sister corrected.

Daniel was trying not to laugh too hard, but failing, which earned him several suspicious looks.

Penny saw Wanda and Chelsea concentrating, and tried to clear her mind. She focused on the look that had appeared on Tony's face as JARVIS said the word 'mayonaise', but to no avail.

She caught Wanda's gaze, and knew she'd been caught. But to her surprise, Wanda didn't say anything.

"If I told Tony about every prank I intercepted I'd be a spoilsport."

Penny only blinked. How...

"Telepathy, remember? You're a Maximoff, you should know. I see Pietro has found his time stopper."

Penny went red.

Please don't tell anyone yet, she thought, hoping Wanda could read her, I still want to use it for pranks and it'll be much more fun if nobody knows...

"Stark is testing your powers tomorrow, you have until then."

Penny nodded her thanks, and Wanda smiled. She signalled to Chelsea that the culprit had been found, and Penny turned her attention back to the rest of the group, which had calmed down a little. The majority still had disgust written all over their faces though. How could anyone like strawberry jam with mayonaise?

Clint's next suggestion was that they told ghost stories. The thunder was still at it outside, and every now and then a louder clap made everyone start. Perfect setting for ghost stories.

"I know one," Tony began, "it's called the Iron Legion and..."

Everyone groaned.

"Please, no!" Mark complained, "we've heard that one so often I know it off by heart!"

"Fine then," Tony snorted indignantly, "how about this one, I don't think I've told it before. It's called... The Night of the Haunted Chicken."

Edward rolled his eyes.

"Really Dad?" He asked, "Night of the Haunted Chicken? Don't you know anything scarier?"

Simon jabbed his elbow into Edward's side, gesturing to Nutmeg. The little redhead was sitting in between Pepper and Simon, clutching Pepper's hand fearfully.