Okay, Ivy still here. Final message here. Thanks to whoever has been typing these out, and to whoever might be reading them. At least, I hope someone's been doing that… anyhow, back to the story.

I really don't like Halloween. There's a whole host of reasons. One of them is all the trick or treaters knocking on the door. My parents always go out, so I have to explain that we don't hand out candy because we don't celebrate Halloween.

And then there's some of the neighbor boys. They think it's hilarious to try to TP the house. Every. Single. Year. And guess who has to clean up?

Not this year. That's why I was standing in the middle of the lawn, dressed as a scarecrow. I would scare them silly. The whole getup looked ridiculous, but it was necessary. And, up in the tree, was a camera, ready to take a video of the whole thing.

Footsteps sounded on the sidewalk. I stayed perfectly still, staring ahead.

"This is her house, right?" said a female voice. "Interesting lawn decoration."

Two familiar figures stepped in view. I ran towards them, forgetting my costume.

And just when I never thought I'd see Hawkeye and the Black Widow look scared. Both of them yelled, and Hawkeye pulled out a knife before I stopped.

Black Widow was the first to figure out who it was and recover from her surprise.

"Hi. Do you always greet people like that?" asked Black Widow.

"And does Miranda always sit in her front yard with a hose on Halloween?" asked Hawkeye.

It was only then that I realized they were both soaking wet. I nodded. Miranda had given me the idea for the scarecrow thing. The neighbor boys were very busy on Halloween.

Life had gotten back to normal for us after the invasion of New York – well, as normal as it could.

"Actually, Miranda does, has for years. The scarecrow thing is just something I'm trying out this year. So," I said, pulling off the scarecrow mask, "to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"

"We just came by to say hello and check on you," replied Black Widow.

"How's your arm?" asked Hawkeye.

"Getting better. Everyone seems to believe the explanation you gave us to use, thanks, by the way. I still haven't managed to come up with anything to explain the footage of me being pushed off Stark Tower, though."

Since our adventure, I'd counted switching universes about three times. This was the fourth. I had taken to wearing long gloves, like Rogue in X-men, in order to avoid transporting anyone else by accident. It was hard, though. I couldn't keep them on all the time, and they didn't exactly fit in with my usual way of dressing.

"How are you doing after… everything that happened?" asked Hawkeye.

I hadn't slept through the night since that summer. My parents had sent me to therapists, but I couldn't tell them the truth, so they couldn't really help very much. Miranda also wasn't doing so well. We'd had a couple sleepovers, and she never slept. Her gaze was always glued to the ceiling, eyes wide open, though we never talked about anything that had happened. "I can handle it. It's getting better."

We talked for a couple more minutes, and they left. I watched as they vanished into the darkness.

There were so many things that were going to happen over the next few years. Iron Man 3. Thor 2. Captain America 2 – before all this, I'd been looking forward to them. Now… I don't know. I'll be there to see all of them, of course. Or maybe I won't. I don't know anymore.

I guess that's it. Hopefully, we'll never assemble one of these recordings again. If we do, it means something else happened. That we got pulled into all this again.

But if something does happen, you can bet we know who to get for help.

And there you have it. My first finished multichapter story on here. Did you all enjoy it?

I will, in all likelihood, write one for Iron Man 3 after it comes out. Don't expect it to come out too quickly, though. I would write the whole thing first, so I don't take an eternity about updating, and to ensure I actually finish it. I actually started writing this about four times until I found one I liked, there was actually going to be three girls instead of two, but I decided it was probably overkill. I probably won't do that to you again with Iron Man 3, but just a warning…

I've been thinking that, maybe, I will write a follow up to this story with Ivy finding herself in different universes. Like she'll randomly see Maximum Ride fly by or something. Or maybe she'll meet the Doctor again for a few minutes. Just brief one shots. Anyone who's interested, let me know.

Thank you to all my lovely reviewers. You make my day every time I find a new review.

Farewell… for now.