Sorry it wasn't Monday, I had a very busy day on Monday and was ill and forgot yesterday so here y'all gooooo.
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"Is that a tarantula behind your head?!" I shouted suddenly, pressing my face into the phone screen to get a better look (it was futile) at the shape behind MJ's head.
"Hm?" MJ said, turning behind her. "No. That's a Huntsman. It isn't Matilda though. I think it's her fella."
"Uh, aren't they deadly?" I pointed out, staring in disbelief. I was glad I wasn't on that side of the FaceTime.
"Nah," MJ dismissed, but she didn't sound too sure. "Just painful. Unless you're food. I should probably tell Uncle Fred to get rid of it."
"Not to be funny or anything, but why does Uncle Fred not notice there's Huntsman spiders in his niece's room?"
"Jamie, you'd honestly be surprised how quickly you can get accustomed to Australia," MJ said, matter-of-factly. She stood and started walking, but kept looking down at the phone. "Anyway, what's occurring in the Newest of Yorks?"
"Same old since you last called," I shrugged. "'Cept Stark is hosting a giant party for literally anyone who turns up to it. Provided you're over sixteen and live in New York State."
"Oh yeah? Bit of a step up from Liz's house party or Homecoming," MJ remarked, opening a door and being blinded by lights. "Uncle Fred! My friend started freaking out about a Huntsman in my room, would you mind evacuating it please and thank you?"
"She does realise she is nowhere near it, doesn't she?" a gruff Australian accent replied. An oldish guy appeared in the corner of the FaceTime video.
"Hey, I can't have her dying on me, it's really hard to find half-decent henchmen these days, y'know," I replied.
MJ held her phone back up to her face again, looking unimpressed. "Who is whose henchman, Jamie?"
"I'm older."
"I'm taller."
"Ha!" I smiled at her rookie mistake. "The henchman is always taller than the leader!"
"Yeah, but the henchman is always more physically capable," MJ shrugged, and I was really confused because that was a compliment, until she finished the sentence with a smirk, "and lacking somewhat in the mental department."
"Oh fuck you," I dismissed as she laughed on the other end. "Why do I bother? Go back to your room. Tell Matilda's fella to eat you after all. The leader always does have the weirdest premature ending."
"Oh shit, you actually managed to spin that one," MJ realised, and I smirked. "Well played, Adams, well played."
"Thank you."
"So, you were talking about a party at, where, exactly? Not the Avengers Compound, surely?"
"Hell yeah they are," I confirmed, and hah, she was jealous. "They're apparently shutting down all the important rooms so people can't just wander and nick stuff. Security will probably be pretty rigorous."
Well, there was no 'probably' about it. Loki, obviously, managed to steal a copy of all the security plans, and there were gonna be guards stationed every two feet, by the looks of things. However, like he'd said, it would only take one completely normal-looking person and one bullet to pull off an assassination. The guards wouldn't be all that quick.
At first I pointed out there would be security checks so no one could bring in a gun, but then Loki pointed out there were ways around that.
"Well, duh, it'll be the Avengers," MJ said, like I was stupid. If only she knew. "Damn. What date is this? Am I gonna be back in time?"
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FanfictionLife is a continuous cycle of depressing reality. We're born. We breed. We die. We're all just numbers working for the government that already has enough pocket money as it is. And things won't change. It's the way of life. Or so I thought, I guess...
