I had a lot of fun writing this chapter and it's sooooo long! It's longer than I expected. Also, I'm really sorry for not posting as I planned. My Christmas, when this was planned to come out, was filled with bad luck. First I got sick and got a high fever, then my tablet broke, which is what I write my chapters on, and I couldn't write it. I only recently got it fixed. Once again, I'm really sorry and enjoy the chapter.

It was dark. I was sitting up in my bed. I look around and see in the next room (Pietro's room and mine is combined) Pietro sleeping. I wrap the covers around me, with it being cold. I notice the window is open. I get up and get ready to close the window, when all of the sudden there was an explosion coming from across the yard, not even a mile away from the tower. I fall but find myself not touching the ground. I look up and see Pietro and his arms around me.

"You ok?" He asks.

"Ya, I'm fine." I confirm.

I look out the window and see the yard on fire. That's not the thing that really got my attention, it was the army that worried both me and Pietro. An army, in matching uniforms in rows of 5 came marching to the base, with three people leading it. These people had different costumes on than the rest. They had black costumes, with blue trims on the sleeves, neck, and belt. It was surprising because they didn't have any weapons, while the rest of the soldier did. The rest of the soldiers wore camoflauge and goggles.

I turn around and Pietro kneels down, "You need to run. Get to safety."

I wake up to someone poking my back. I look over and it's Pietro.

"Finally," he says, "Hurry up, get ready, and meet me in the kitchen." He zooms out of the room.

I look around. It was day and the sun had already rose. I try my best to ignore the nightmare, which I'm pretty good at doing.  I check the time. '11:19 am' is what it said. I quickly get up and get my clothes and change. I wore a light blue short-sleeved shirt with a jean jacket and skinny jeans. I brush my hair and put it into a braid, with a few stands of hair falling out. I walk out of the bedroom and downstairs to the kitchen.

Standing there was all the Avengers, including Steve, Tony, and Wanda. Steve was standing on the opposite side of the room from Tony. Wanda stood next to Pietro and Vision, so I took my place by Pietro.

I look up at him and whisper. "What's going on?"

"You'll see." He whispers back.

I feel like I'm the only one who doesn't know what is going on.

"So," Vision starts. "Wanda and I were thinking of ways for team bonding," Steve and Tony share a glance of confusion, "And so why not do a cooking competition."

Everyone seemed down for it, knowing it was, not only, educational but it was also a bonding exercise. And so we picked teams of 2. The teams were:

•Pietro and Peyton (me)
•Wanda and Vision
•Sam and Bucky
•Natasha and Clint
•Steve and Tony

No one's P.O.V. (Keep in mind I dont know a clue how to make pizza dough, so deal with me here)

Everyone had a certain part of the room where they had everything they needed. They were making pizza. A simple dish yet easy to mess up, because they had to make the crust.

Starting with Pietro and Peyton. Peyton was experienced with cooking. Before being taken from her family by HYDRA, she and her mother cooked all the time. Pietro, on the other hand, was not as skilled in cooking as his sisters. He, as a child, found no interest in cooking. So while his sister and mother were cooking he'd rather be teaching Anya, with her only being two, or play soccer or basketball with the other boys in town his age.

As they started with making the crust, Peyton was telling him where certain stuff was because he didn't know half the time. Luckily, Pietro knew what flour, yeast, sugar, salt, and olive oil. He just didn't know where they were. So it went like this:

"Pietro can you hand me the olive oil?" Peyton says, focusing on mixing.

"Ok." He pauses and looks around, his eyes passing it everytime he would look for it. "Where is it?"

Peyton facepalms and points in the direction of the olive oil, still mixing.

Pietro laughs nervously, "Right," he starts, "I totally knew that."

"Uh huh," Peyton replies, "Sure you did."

Pietro hands Peyton the olive oil. Peyton, being done with the crust, starts kneading it. Pietro stood around cluelessly, doing absolutely nothing but looking around the room at what everyone else was doing.

Wanda and Vision were having the same problems that they were having. Wanda was being a pro at this whole cooking thing, not a surprise, and Vision didn't know where half the stuff was. Yet, Wanda wasn't getting impatient with Vision, unlike Peyton getting impatient with Pietro.

Vision would look around frantically. Wanda looks at Vision. Vision looks back at her. "Where is the olive oil?" He asks.

Wanda sighs, "By the salt." She points towards the flour.

Vision looks in that direction. "Oh." He says, grabbing the olive oil and handing it to her.

Everyone was too busy talking to realize Wanda had started talking again. Speaking of others, there was Natasha and Clint. Clint didn't cook often for his family, but he did sometimes. Yet, Clint kept getting on Natasha's nerves. Natasha looked like she was about to murder Clint in cold blood. Wait a minute, did Nat just slap Clint with the dough?

Steve and Tony weren't speaking a word to eachother, well unless they needed something. This was better because they didn't talk to eachother at all since the, well, you know what I mean. At least they weren't slapping eachother with dough. *cough cough* Natasha.

And then there was Bucky and Sam. Well, let's just say they keep arguing with eachother on what they needed and what they didn't need. They haven't even got to the kneading part, unlike everyone else. What a surprise! (Did anyone catch the sarcasm?)

After a while, everyone had there pizza in the oven and cooking. Everyone was proud of there, sorta, amazing accomplishments. They all sat on the couch, waiting for the pizza to get cooking. It was quiet. Some people found it uncomfortable, like Pietro, Vision, Sam, and Clint. Others found it satisfying, like Natasha, Wanda, Peyton, and Bucky. Steve and Tony found it none of those, if that's even possible.

"You know," Clint starts, "I would totally win the Hunger Games."

Everyone let's out a sigh. "Are we seriously going there again?" Peyton asks.

During they're time in the prison, Clint had brought this subject up which started an argument between Clint and Sam on who would win.

"Yes we are." Clint says.

"I'm not saying anything this time." Sam defends himself.

"Lets all just not say anything." Natasha says, trying to save herself from a horrible topic.

Luckily, her prayers were answered when the oven dinged. Natasha let's out a sigh of relief. Everyone gets up to their part of the kitchen. Natasha's smirk then fades when she realizes she still has Clint as a partner.

Pietro and Peyton pizza turned out better than they expected. Well, better than what Peyton expected. Wanda and Vision's pizza was nearly perfect, no surprise there. Tony and Steve's pizza wasn't as good as Pietro and Peyton's, but better than Natasha and Clint, which was slightly undercooked. Sam and Bucky totally lost, due to the fact that it was extremely burnt.

"I think we can all agree Wanda and Vision won." Clint says.

Everyone answers with "yep" or a nod. This day was one of the most fun days the Avengers have had since the prison break. Hey! Remember that dream Peyton had at the beginning of this chapter?

Word count: 1408

Ya, I told you it was long. My usual word count, at most, is 700. I kinda feel proud of myself for some reason...

Once again, sorry for the REALLY LATE update!