"Why are we even here?" Clint complained, "I can think of dozens of other ways to be spending my free time than in the Star Wars section of Comic Con."

But the billionaire his statement was directed at was too busy to notice. "Check this out! A replica laser gun!" He paused thoughtfully. "You know, it'd be a lot more fun to have an actual working one..."

Bruce sighed. "No, Tony."

Tony pouted. "Why not?"

"Because weapons are the last thing we should be thinking about on our day off."

"I agree with the Man of Iron!" boomed Thor. "A true gun of lasers would be most enjoyable!"

Tony shot Bruce a significant glance, but he only sighed again. "We're supposed to be relaxing."

"There are tons of activities I can think of that're more relaxing than being around giant noisy crowds of people," muttered Clint. Natasha rolled her eyes, but secretly agreed.

"Come on guys, we should at least try to enjoy ourselves," Steve broke in, even though he found the whole thing confusing and more than a bit pointless.

"Spangles is right, let's see if there's anything interesting happening," said Tony. He sauntered over to a nearby staff member. "'Scuse me, but is there anything cool going on besides panels?"

The staff member glanced up. "As a matter of fact, a fight's about to start in a few minutes."

Steve narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean? What fight?"

"Relax, Cap," said Tony, "It's a fake fight."

"Yeah," grumbled Clint, "A couple of fools dress up and swing at each other with plastic 'lightsabers'... No finesse."

The staff member, overhearing him, gave a knowing smile. "Trust me… You'll wanna see this one."

"Is it choreographed?" Natasha asked.

He shook his head. "No-well...It is...Look, just remember to keep an eye on Avery Valiant. Trust me, it'll be worth it." He left, heading over to help with crowd control at one of the booths. The group began to debate.

"Should we go?" Bruce asked.

Steve shrugged. "I don't see why not. He recommended it after all."

"Let's go!" Tony said excitedly, "I wanna see what he was talking about."

Natasha was indifferent. "We might as well. Stark'll never shut up otherwise."

"We shall go!" Thor declared, "I would very much like to witness this combat!"

Clint sighed. "Whatever. The sooner we go, the sooner we'll be able to leave this hell hole." With that, the group set off towards the area the staff member had indicated.

It turned out that a special room had been set aside for the 'fight' and a crowd was gathered around the edges, muttering to one another excitedly. "Seems like a lotta hype for a plastic lightsaber fight," Tony commented.

Thor's eyebrows drew together. "Man of Iron, what are these 'sabers of light' of which you speak?"

"They're sorta like giant glow sticks," said Clint.

Thor's confusion remained. "Listen, Hammertime," said Tony, "Just think 'laser swords.'"

Thor's expression brightened. "They sound like a most excellent weapon!" he said loudly, causing people around them to make 'shushing' noises.

"Sorry, big guy, but these aren't real," said Tony, "Otherwise someone could get hurt."

"Not to mention the fact that they don't exist..." Clint muttered. Tony ignored him.

"But wounding your adversary...is that not the point?" Thor questioned.

Tony patted his arm. "Not in this fight, buddy."

Suddenly, another employee entered the room and the whispering died down. The Avengers turned to face the center of the room, where a man was now standing. He smiled and waved.

0"Hello!" he said, "Hello and welcome to New York's annual Star Wars Themed Comic con!" There were cheers and applause. "As some of you may know, today we are celebrating the 40th anniversary of Star Wars comic cons." More applause. "To help celebrate this special occasion, our usual lightsaber battle has been lengthened to fifteen minutes!" Loud cheers and applause. "So without further ado, please welcome Mr. Jonah Williams and Miss Avery Valiant!" The presenter hurried out of the way as the applause died down.

For a few seconds, nothing happened. Then, two people walked out onto the stage. One was dressed in the traditional Jedi uniform while the other wore the black Sith costume. From their distance, none of the Avengers could tell who was which, with the exception of Clint, who didn't care to share. The pair bowed to the audience and to each other. Then they each flicked their wrists and lightsabers extended and lit up, one green and one red. They moved into a ready stance, and the fight began.

The Sith lunged forward, swinging his or her lightsaber in a wide arc at the Jedi, who leaped away. The Sith advanced, weaving a web of flashing light around the Jedi's lightsaber, but couldn't seem to land a hit. Then, the Jedi went on the offensive. He or she stalked forward, maneuvering the lightsaber with startling speed and precision, but couldn't land a hit either. In one move, they feinted to the left then whipped the lightsaber around to the right before the other had time to block it. The Sith flipped backward through the air, landing close to the audience, who clapped and cheered appreciatively.

The fight only gained intensity from there, but by the end of fifteen minutes, neither had landed a blow. Where hits weren't blocked or countered, they were dodged. The Avengers were beginning to think neither the Sith or Jedi would win, when all of a sudden the Sith performed a series of fluid spins before flicking the Jedi's lightsaber out of their hand and catching it.. Then the Sith sprinted forward and struck the Jedi in the chest lightly. The Jedi collapsed, pretending to die, as the audience roared with applause, the Avengers included. Then the lights came back on, and they saw a brown-haired girl with a pixie cut helping a blond guy to his feet. The pair shook hands, then bowed once more to the audience before exiting.

The Avengers left the room in a tidal wave of people, who were chattering excitedly about the fight. After making it out of the building and over to a limousine Tony had waiting (Steve thought it a little ostentatious) the group was on their way back to the Avengers tower (renamed after it was partially destroyed by Loki a few months previously). They sat in dead silence for several minutes before it was interrupted by Tony (of course).

"Hol-ly shit!" he exclaimed. He looked around. "That was one of the coolest lightsaber fights I've ever seen!"

"Really?" Clint asked, "I didn't see think it was that good, did you Tasha?" She rolled her eyes and ignored him.

"I have to admit, it was very entertaining," said Bruce.

"Thank you," said Tony.

"Yes, the false battle was quite enjoyable!" Thor agreed jovially.

"Wait till you see the movies, Point Break."

"It was very well choreographed," Steve said absently.

Tony looked like he was about to explode. "Seriously?! That's all you have to say about it! Someone has to teach you how to properly appreciate true art, Capsicle."

Natasha sighed. "Stark, don't you think you're overreacting?"

"Yeah," said Clint, "It wasn't that good, Tony."

Tony shook his head. "Nu-uh," he said, "No way. I won't accept this. That fight could have easily rivaled the some of the ones in the movies. Back me up, Bruce."

Bruce looked uncertain. "I don't know about that Tony..."

Tony gave a long winded sigh and turned to Natasha. "You can read body behavior… What did you think?"

Natasha frowned slightly. "From what I saw, it was well-choreographed, but I wasn't paying very close attention."

"That girl was pretty amazing," Tony said, pulling out his phone. "Jarvis, give me everything on 'Avery Valiant'."

The other Avengers sighed in exasperation. They were all well-aware of Tony's obsessive behaviors. "Very well, sir," the AI replied. After a moment's pause, he began to speak. "Avery Maria Valiant, 21 years of age and only daughter of James Everett Valiant and Emily Rose Valiant, deceased. She was born in Manhattan and currently attends Columbia University." There were a few low whistles.

"We got an address, J?" Tony asked.

"I'm afraid not, sir. Any records of an address have been deleted."

Tony raised an eyebrow. "So she knows her way around computers... How bout the father?"

"Mr. Valiant lives at 177 Amsterdam Avenue."

Steve frowned. "And she doesn't live with him?"

Tony shrugged. "You never know. Maybe she needed her space or maybe they didn't get along." Lord knows I have enough experience with that. "Anything else, Jarvis?"

"Not that I can tell, sir."

"K. Thanks Jarv."

The Avengers spent the rest of the trip back to the tower in silence.

A/N: So this is a project I've had in the works for a while. I was mostly just writing it for practice but I decided it would be a good idea to post the first part and see what people thought. This is my first attempt at writing for the Avengers fandom so feedback would really be appreciated.

I'll post more depending on whether anyone wants to see more of the story, so the next part might not be added for a while. I'm also in the middle of uploading my second Destiny story, Darkness Ascending, for anyone who's interested in reading Destiny. (Hello if you're here from HMW or DA, btw).

Anyway, like I said, if you're interested in seeing where this story goes, don't hesitate to fav/follow. Hopefully, I'll see you in the next chapter.

- TheWolfParadox