*Scott S. has opened the chat room*

Scott S.: Alright. Someone stole my shades. I am currently wearing my visor. What the fuck? And Roxy's sitting on the stairs, laughing at me. She did something.

*Clint has joined the chat*

Clint: My bow and arrows went missing and Ana is doing the same thing.

*Tony has joined the chat*

Tony: Why does this give me the feeling that Little Miss New Orleans and Little Miss Clone are in cahoots?

*Ana has joined the chat*

Ana: Fuck you, Stark. We didn't do anything.

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Roxy: Oui. We have done nothing.

Scott S.: Roxy, do I need to get Jean to test that statement?

*Roxy has left the chat*

*Ana had left the chat*

~FANFIC IRL~

Roxy panicked and ran out the door of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters while Ana bolted out of Avengers Tower. The girls ran as fast as their legs could carry them and met up at Central Park. "That was close." Ana mumbled, out of breath. "Ya know dey are gonna send Kurt an Pietro afta us, right?" Roxy said, also out of breath. "Shit. Didn't think about that." Ana said. Roxy sighed and grabbed Ana's hand, running towards Downtown NYC. They walked around for a good 15 minutes before a hand was set on each of their shoulders. They groaned as they turned around. Roxy had been somewhat right. Pietro Maximoff a.k.a Quicksilver stood behind the girls with a stern expression. "Ana, vhat did you do?" Pietro asked, his accent thicker than usual, indicating anger or disappointment. "Stuff." Ana mumbled, the Russian in her accent coming out, indicating stress, disappointment or guilt. Pietro gave her the "spill" look and she caved. "So, you know how we agreed you would steal stuff from the other Avengers an we'd sell it to fangirls when I got back from Germany?" Ana said. Pietro nodded and crossed his arms. "Roxy made me steal your sneakers so she could sell them. I told her I would keep quiet, since she used MY ID card and I gave her the codes to everyone's rooms, if I got half the profit from everything we sold." Ana said, looking down. "Have you sold zhe sneakers yet?" Pietro asked. Ana looked at Roxy who shook her head and opened her blue jean bag. She pulled out the sneakers and handed them to Pietro. "I vant back in. I don't care about profit. You two can continue to split zhat. Zhe reactions ve get are pay enough for me." Pietro said, smirking. Ana looked up at him and nodded. "Deal." she said, Russian accent disappearing. Pietro kissed her nose and raced off.

~Meanwhile, in the chat~

Scott S.: They're up to something.

Tony: I agree. Pietro just came back happy, but empty handed.

Scott S.: Well, as long as my motorcycle stays where it is.

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