"Angelina!"

"Son of a...!"

"ANGELINA!! Calm down!"

"No! If I have to start over, I will, so help me God--"

"AN-GE-LI-NA!! It's just a game!"

"You shut your whore mouth, Ryan!"

"Angelina, put down the Skyrim! You're gonna give our daughter a complex!"

"So? She likes watching me play."

The mother bi-I mean bear turns to a little, raven-haired lass no more than two years old playing with a stuffed Captain America doll.

"You like watchin' mama save the world, don'cha, baby? You like watchin' mama show these dragons who's boss, Jazzy Belle?"

The two year-old simply cackles and starts to bounce Cap up and down. The man known as Whysper shakes his head and sighs.

"Angelina, it's important news!"

Angelina sighs, the concentration not lost one bit.

"Yes, Josh.  I know. Gigantour. Big news, and if you tell me about it for the one millionth and one time, I'm gonna use your happy place as a punching bag."

Whysper shakes his head.

"No, it's about PWT."

Angelina rolls her eyes and pauses her game. She rises out of her chair and faces her husband.

"Josh, we really have to discuss PWT? Do you realize how they treated you the last time you were here? You weren't happy. You found greener pastures with other organizations and you rose above all that. The Aimoo circuit is a memory now. We've moved on."

Whysp shrugs.

"I dunno, Angel. PWT's always been home. Besides, I think it's under new management."

Angelina shakes her head and moans.

"Oh, boy. Let me guess-"

Two letters. That's all it takes.

"CM."

Angelina spits out her drink, but she's not drinking anything, so it's just air.

"We're definitely not going back. That place will be under within a month...if it lasts that long."

Whysper nudges his wife.

"Javen'll be there."

Angelina looks down at baby Jasmine who's too busy making stuffed Cap battle with a baby doll. Mrs. Whysper slugs the mister on the arm.

"OWWWW!! That hurt!"

Angelina crosses her arms and taps her foot.

"Serves you right, Ryan. You know Javen gives me the willies."

Said punch does not deter the Silent Warrior from irritating his wife further.

"I know he'd like to give you his."

Whysper smiles and laughs as Angelina can't do a thing because Jasmine is looking at them. Angelina smiles politely and puts her arms around her husband.

"How about you mention Javen one more time, and you sleep on the floor again? How many times is that this month, by the way?"

Whysper rolls his eyes.

"How many is it, Josh?"

Whysp crosses his arms and looks away.

"Joshua Edward, you will answer this question."

Whysper wipes his mouth while simultaneously mutters...

"teagasglkjl"

Angelina leans in, cupping her hand to her ear.

"What was that? I can't hear you!"

"Twice! Okay? Twice! I can't help it if you snore like a lumber yard full o' buzzsaws!"

Angelina shakes her head vigorously.

"I do NOT snore! I don't snore that loud, they're more like...snorelets."

The room stays silent for a while, then Angelina shakes her head.

"Fine. We go to PWT, but if I hear you complain one time about being mistreated, I'm kickin' your culo."

Whysper points to Jasmine as culo  means ass in Spanish. Angelina shrugs.

"She's not paying attention."

Whysper holds out his arms, a cell phone noticeably in his hand.

"So....we're going?"

Angelina sighs and shakes her head again.

"YES, JOSH! YES, WE'RE GOING TO PWT! HAPPY?!"

Instantly, Whysp speaks into his phone.

"You get that, Michaels?"

A familiar southern drawl cackles on the other end on speaker mode.

"Loud an' clear, brotha! Good ta have you two back! I'll see ya, there!"

If Angelina could shoot fire from her eyes, Whysper would be ashes blown against the wall at this point.

"CUUUUULOOOOOOO!!!"

A tiny voice yells out at the top of her little lungs. CM and Whysper lose it.

"I gotta go, brotha. See ya later."

CM hangs up and Whysper is still laughing. Angelina shakes a finger at her husband.

"I don't wanna hear it."

Whysper simply smiles and kisses his wife on the cheek.

"Love you too, sweetheart."

Angelina crosses her arms, pouts, only to notice Whysper's big, brown eyes staring back at her. She hesitates at first, but she can't fight the assault from those eyes she loves the most. The wife pecks her husband on the cheek, then grumbles things in Spanish as she sits back down in her chair and goes off to save Skyrim. At least she can control that. Whysp plops down on the floor with his daughter.

"Jazz! Avengers Assemble!"

The tot leaps at her dad and the two start to rassle. It's good to be home, PWT. It's good to be home.