Here's phase two of,
Peter and Shuri's Guide on How to Have the Best Week Ever and Annoy Tony.

Phase two:
•have a Star Wars marathon
• Recreate Star Wars technology
• Chase Tony around with said tech.
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Clint grumbled angrily as he marched through his floor's hallway to the living area. It was 1:30 in the morning and he had been rudely awoken by the Star Wars opening credits theme song blasting through his floors' speakers.

Why someone was on his floor in the middle of the night watching Star Wars, he had no idea but he was going to find out.

As he stomped into the entertainment area, he yelled, "What the heck are you doing!" He was not expecting, nor was he prepared for the reaction he got.

Two cloaked figures slowly rose up from in front of the couch and turned in unison to face him. Their heads were bowed slightly. He couldn't make out their faces with the only light source, being the dim TV, scouring their faces in shadows. He stopped in his tracks and just stared at them, all former feelings of anger gone.

"You know what? The floor's all yours!" He said as he slowly walked over to the elevator, careful not to make any sudden movements. As soon as he was gone, all of the lights turned on.

The two cloaked figures removed their hoods and doubled over laughing. "Di-did you see his face?!" Shuri squeaked out in between laughs. "A-and the way he-he just gave up the floor!?" Peter giggled. "Priceless!" They both shouted in unison before doubling over in laughter again.
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Shuri let out a quiet scream of frustration as a piece of tech in front of her started smoking. "I can't get can't get anything done with your primitive technology!" She cried. She and Peter had been trying to make their own lightsabers for the last two hours and Shuri's kept blowing up. She claimed that the primitive technology she was stuck working with was so low tech that even the ancestors would have looked down upon it in shame. What ever that meant.

Peter however, was having an easier time with it because that type of technology was all he ever really had access too.

He walked over to Shuri's desk and scanned over her work. He made a few quick adjustments and explained to her what she did wrong. He patted her on the head and told her it was ok and that she was doing great. She just tried to bite his hand off. Peter just laughed at her actions and walked away to finish his lightsaber.
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After they had both finally constructed their lightsabers, they went to the gym on the lowest floor of the tower. No one really knew why it was there. None of the Avengers ever used it. But no one wanted it removed. It was odd.

Peter and Shuri had a few reasons of why they wanted to go down to the most unused gym in the whole tower and why they wanted it there. Those reasons were,

1:No one ever came down there to use it, so there was less of a chance of someone walking in on them.

2: No one really cared if they destroyed it.

3: Tony most likely wouldn't check the cameras in there, and wouldn't learn about what they have created until it was too late.

4: There was a tour group going past it and they wanted to show off their babies a little.
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"Alright everyone, here is one of the tower's many gyms. This one isn't used very often, so we probably won't see anyone training in it today, but that means that we will be able to go in and take a look around!" Mandy said happily. Mandy was one of the lower level interns at the tower and got stuck giving a group of 23 tourists a tour around the lower levels of the tower. Let's just say that it was really boring. The tours were repetitive and nothing exciting ever happened on them.

That was why Mandy was so shocked to find two cloaked individuals in the middle of an intense duel. She was at a loss for words as she watched them run, flip in ones case, around the room stabbing at each other with what looked liked... lightsabers. One of them was a girl. She had a beautiful, Consular green saber. And one was a boy. He had a deep, Gaurdian blue one.

"Who are they?" A short, blond woman asked. "I-I have no idea..." Mandy trailed off. All 24 of them watched in shocked silence as one of the duelers' lightsaber cut a punching bag in half.

Everyone was even more shocked when the two stopped mid-fight and turned off their laser swords and turned to each other and bowed respectfully. They were quiet as the two silently left the gym and over to the group. They stopped right next to each other and bowed in unison towards the group. Then they walked off. In perfect sync.

"Alright! So who wants to see the original Ironman suit?!"
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"Move, move!" Tony yelled as he barreled through the lower, and most populated, floor of the tower. He had figured out the hard way of what the two had created. The interns and tourists on the floors all jumped out of the panicked billionaire's way as he neared them. None of them dared to get in his way.

They were all confused about his behavior. That was until two cloaked teenagers came sprinting down the hall after him with what looked like lightsabers in their hands. The two stopped and ignited their sabers.

"Stop running!" The girl started, her Wakandan accent making the words sound a little odd. "And come back here and face us like a man! You separatist scum!" The boy finished.

The billionaire just kept running. "Not in your life time you little demons!" He screeched as he turned around the corner and disappeared.

The two kids just shrugged and turned towards each other. "We must find and destroy the sith, but first, we must find his apprentice." The boy said.

"Yes, we must find the scum named Barton." The girl said before they turned and walked back down the hall they way they came from and disappeared around the corner.

Everyone in the hall just looked at each other before they returned to their business. That wasn't the oddest thing they had seen. Only the second. Nothing beat the time all of the Avengers has a competition to see who could go the furthest by just doing cartwheels. Nothing.
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Sorry it's a little short, I just wanted to get a chapter out.