TONY STARK, AKA IRON MAN

Hello, my interwebz peeps. I suppose you would all like to hear about my friendship and adventures with Merida McIre, also known as the Black Baroness. And that's what this is about. I am Tony Stark, who is also Iron Man, and you, dearest reader, whom I do not directly know and am making up an appearance for are my captive audience.[what do you mean, Merida? Not-so-captive? Why you little…](Sounds of a fight ensue)
I apologize. Ms. Merida just snickered and told Star Spangled Cap'n Crunch (That's Captain America) something about you not paying attention . Well, we then had a fight. And she just swatted me and told me that you won't be my captive audience if I don't get on with the story. So, on with it, I am getting, hmmmm (Yoda moment!)?
I'd better start at the beginning. Well, not the very beginning, because then I'd be retelling two stories you have more than likely already heard. If you haven't you should. Yea. So, I guess I'll start at the good part(rhyme!).
Anyway, we had beaten Loki into the dust, gotten some so-so Shawarma, and eventually went back to Stark Tower and played my heavily modified, custom multiplayer version of the Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. And boy, did we have a blast! Most of us made ourselves, but I made Thor. I'm guessing that's why I got the GOD(Glare of doom) when he came back and called a meeting at three in the morning.

"We need more members," he said loudly, taking a sip of coffee from his "I weareth my mother's drapes" mug. I had bought it for him after we beat Loki, and I saw a customized coffee mug shop. Needless to say, we all had our own customized mugs.

"And how," I said, "Do you propose we do that?" before adding a "Thank you," as Clint (Hawkeye) handed me my coffee.

"I say we put up a billboard," said Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, as she took her coffee mug reading "I'm bada** and I know it."(we got an identical one for Nick Fury, but his didn't have the asterisks.)

"For some reason," said Clint as he poured himself a cup in his "Where's my Gimli" mug, "I doubt S.H.I.E.L.D would approve."

"I think," said Pepper, taking her tea from Clint with a kind nod and Thank You, "That we should just put up an announcement for Special People to come and tryout for the Avengers."

"S.H.I.E.L.D won't approve of that either," muttered Clint, to which Star Spangled Undies(still Captain America) said, "I think that's a great idea" at the same time I said, "Does S.H.I.E.L.D approve of anything?"

Silence ensued, before Natasha said, "I like the announcement… As long as it gets put on a billboard."

We laughed. Well, Steve just stood there, confused, and I don't think the Thunder God is aware of what a billboard is, but the rest of us laughed-and agreed that we would put up an announcement.

MERIDA MCIRE, AKA BLACK BARONESS POV

I stood out in the ridiculously lavish hallway, leaning against the wall and tapping my foot. Boredom didn't tend to sit well with me, as most of my family knew. I fingered the hilts of my swords and absentmindedly conjured a fire rune. I noticed a few stares, but they all dissipated when I shot them a glare. I considered-briefly- using my teleportation or double-creating to scare them off, but considering my Uncle was sitting in the next room, I decided against it. So, with a sigh, I extinguished my fire rune, and attempted to hear what was going on in the next room. They had accepted three people so far, or so I assumed by the fact that those three hadn't walked out of the room. Either that, or my father was really in there, kidnapping any who could stand against him.

You know what, scratch that. It was ridiculous. Anyway, Hello, listener(evil laugh) [Urg, sorry, Skyrim moment. Tony got me addicted to the stupid game, and I'm dark brotherhood . Married to Marcurio too.] So. My name is Merida McIre, at your service, daughter of A Scottish Lady(literally, a Lady. Like, aristocracy) and well… you'll find out soon enough. [I will tell them Tony, just not now. I'm waiting for an opportune moment!] The people who had gone inside were a man and a woman, and then a dark skinned man wearing a black bodysuit. In fact, surrounded by all of these costumed people, I felt underdressed. And old-fasihioned in my flared longcoat. Which was ridiculous, obviously.[Hey Tony…Tony what are you….]

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TONY STARKS POV

I figured I should tell this part of the tale[No, Meri, I am not overloading their brains.] We called for a " ", and in she came, dressed in a black layered longcoat over a green tunic and wearing black pants tucked into black boots. She looked utterly old-fashioned and yet completely up-to-date. She just had that prescence.

"Hello," I said, interest peaked, "You are Ms. McIre?"

She bowed in a dramatic way, making a flourish with her hand as she said, "I am called Merida, or the Black Baroness."

"And, Merida," I said, "What is your power?"

"Well," she said, before clasping her hands together, "I can do this."

She spoke a word and suddenly there were hundreds of blue lights everywhere, dancing and flickering like flames. She made them dance around our heads before she made a cutoff gesture and they disappeared. Then, in another motion she drew two swords and began to do a dance with them, cutting down imaginary opponents. She moved with grace and precision, and soon after that, she, after a slight hesitation, teleported to one side of the room and, after that, created a hundred of her before there was only one.

And that, my friends, gave me a twang of suspicion. Thor, however, made that suspicion fact when he said,

"That magic is familiar to me," he boomed, "Tell me, girl, who is your father?"

She sighed, holding her hands up. "You've caught me," she said, "My father is Loki Laufeyson"

All hell broke loose.