I'm soooo sorry that I haven't updated this in soo long. I've had writers block for ages and have just come back to this (mostly because SOMEONE kept pestering me; you know who you are). I promise I'll try and update more from now on :)

Anyway, onto the new chapter!

"This wasn't necessary," Bruce rolled his eyes as they settled down in the office for the night.

"It is VERY necessary," Tony's voice came out robotic through the mask of Mark 42. He was currently sat in the desk chair, the cupcake plushie clutched to his chest. "Edwin is going to protect me."

"Ok. He's insane," Clint muttered, even though he himself had bought his bow with him again. This was the first thing he said that the whole group agreed with him. The phone began to ring again.

"Oh god, not this asshole again," Natasha muttered.

"Uhh, Hello? Hello? Uh, well, if you're hearing this and you made it to day two, uh, congrats!"

"Thanks, twat," Tony rolled his eyes despite no one seeing it through the helmet.

"I-I won't talk quite as long this time since Freddy and his friends tend to become more active as the week progresses. Uhh, it might be a good idea to peek at those cameras while I talk just to make sure everyone's in their proper place. You know..."

"What?" Bruce gasped and turned on the tablet. "Oh my god bunny from hell has left!"

"Shut up!" Clint shouted, still listening in to the phone call.

"Uh... Interestingly enough, Freddy himself doesn't come off stage very often. I heard he becomes a lot more active in the dark though, so, hey, I guess that's one more reason not to run out of power, right? I-I also want to emphasize the importance of using your door lights. There are blind spots in your camera views, and those blind spots happen to be right outside of your doors. So if-if you can't find something, or someone, on your cameras, be sure to check the door lights. Uh, you might only have a few seconds to react... Uh, not that you would be in any danger, of course. I'm not implying that."

"Of course," Steve muttered.

"Also, check on the curtain in Pirate Cove from time to time. The character in there seems unique in that he becomes more active if the cameras remain off for long periods of time. I guess he doesn't like being watched. I don't know. Anyway, I'm sure you have everything under control! Uh, talk to you soon."

"THERE'S ANOTHER ONE OF THESE BASTARDS?" Tony screeched.

"TONY! CAP DOESN'T LIKE THAT SORT OF LANGUAGE!" Bruce shouted, earning a laugh from most of the team apart from

"Right. Let's just get this over with," Bruce sighed, flicking through the cameras. "Progress report. The purple bunny has..."

"No one really cares, Bruce," Natasha said, idly playing with one of her guns, despite how nervous it was making everyone in the office.

"Do not worry. These animals of metal are no match for the mighty Mjolnir," Thor boomed confidently, brandishing said weapon with passion.

"No, Thor. You are not doing that trick again," Steve said. "You scared me yesterday."

"He's got a point," Bruce muttered, distracted by the tablet.

Thor sighed. He had quite enjoyed smashing the over sized strangely coloured Midgardian animal into the wall. He felt he needed to do it again.

"Fine," Thor took back his post at the left door sulking as well as an Asgardian could (which isn't very well).

Conversation ceased for a while, before a shriek from Bruce disturbed the silence.

"What is it?" Natasha asked, all of a sudden wanting to help.

"You come here and tell me what that is."

The whole team huddled around Bruce and stared at the tablet. He was on the camera that the guy on the phone had mentioned; Pirate's Cove. The normally closed curtains were parted, and a battered... fox or coyote or something was peering out, his eyes lit up, his huge mouth lined with teeth wide open.

"What is that?" Steve asked nervously.

"I have no idea. But I have to keep an eye on him apparently," Bruce shrugged. Tony covered his eyes.

"Don't show me."

"God, fine. Thor, check the lights and doors. We can't be as relaxed as we've been."

Thor, still trying to sulk, checked both doors, the one on the left crashing down as he came face to face with the purple bunny he had smashed the night before.

"Hehe," Thor chuckled to himself as the bunny was locked out.

The group returned back to their original positions, and Bruce scowled at the tablet.

"Thor, right side," he said after a while.

"Ok..." Thor pressed the light button on the right side, and there was...

"OH MY GOD THE DUCK!" Tony screeched, making everyone jump.

"I think it's a chicken," Bruce said matter-of-factly. "The feet..."

"Shut up!" Tony shouted, never wanting to be corrected. It was, in fact, a chicken, and it was stood, staring in at the not-so-mighty-at-the-moment Avengers, her mouth open in some twisted psycho smile. Thor slammed the door down to lock the satanic chicken out.

"Hey Nat, want to converse with the other lady in the building?" Clint asked cheekily.

"Keep going, Clint, if you wish to lose an eye," Nat said, sounding almost bored. Even though everyone in the room knew she was deadly serious.

"Ok, the new guy has changed positions," Bruce reported, even though no one was listening. The fox coyote thing was outside the curtains now, his head turned at an alarming angle, his right arm raised. He had no hand though. His right hand was replaced by gleaming hook.

"I now know why it's called Pirate Cove," he muttered, now knowing no one was listening to him. He flicked through the others; the rabbit had cornered himself in the storage cupboard, the chicken had retreated to the kitchen (Thor put the door back up a while ago) and the bear hadn't moved for the last two nights.

"Was I the only one that didn't bring a weapon?" Cap murmured to the two agents who were fiddling with theirs.

"Yes," Tony said decisively.

"Excuse me, I don't think you'll find that I bought a weapon," Bruce corrected him.

"Excuse me, did you bring the..."

"Do not finish that sentence," Bruce rolled his eye. Tony watched as he stared at the cameras, his face suddenly draining of all colour.

"Thor..." he said, clearly trying to be calmer than he actually was. "Close the left door a minute."

"Ok," he didn't question it, which was mostly why he was on the team. He closed the door, and almost immediately there was a banging on the same door.

"Now, what was that?" Natasha asked, not sounding curious in the slightest. She seemed beyond caring at this point.

"That was the new guy," Bruce said. "He wanted to say hello."

"If he does, we should let him in!" Thor declared, opening the door, succeeding in giving the whole group a mass heart attack. Luckily, it was gone. And this was the reason why they didn't want him on the team.

"Never do that again for the sake of my health," Clint sighed as he realised he wasn't going to die at that precise moment. No one acknowledged him, not even Thor.

"Ok. I think that's the last we'll see of him for tonight," Bruce said, flicking back to the Pirate's Cove camera to see the curtains reset back to how it was before. He glanced at the time. 5 am already, thank goodness.

With no more drama and the only noise Tony playing with 'Edwin', the hour slipped by easily. As soon as the bell went off for six, everyone darted out of the office, all very keen to leave.

Scott was at the doors again, opening up for the day.

"Hello guys!" he said cheerily. Not even Clint said hello as they passed and all jumped into the car.

And in all the pushing and shoving to get out of the restaurant the quickest, no one heard the laughing from the kitchen...

... wonder who that is...

Anyway I really need to thank everyone for all the reviews and reads that this story had got. Thank you so much I didn't think it would ever do this well. So again, thank you :)

Again I will try and get the next chapter up as soon as possible :)