Twilight and Peter walked along the dirt trail, with Spike in tow as he sat on the Unicorn's back, picking out bad apples and throwing them away. Peter was acting as extra help, using his webs to rip apples off of the branches before looking over them, his lightning-fast reflexes allowing him to rapid-fire the apple collection, quickly identifying the healthier and less healthier ones.

He stopped doing that however when some of the apples he started to throw away ended up bopping Bucky on the head, making the long-haired man scowl and glare at Peter. The younger lad nervously laughed, before starting to discard the apples more carefully.

Applejack smiled fondly and earnestly at the visitors to her farm. "Thank you kindly, Twilight, for helping me out. I bet Big Macintosh I could get all these Golden Delicious in the barn by lunchtime. If I win, he's gonna walk down Stirrup Street in one of Granny's girdles!" She spoke, before letting out a hearty cackle.

Peter hung his head and shook it. "Poor guy..."

To that, Bucky scoffed. "Don't worry - mom has had to do worse bets when she'd lose against Uncle Big Mac."

Twilight only happily walked along, smiling wide at her new friend, glad to be in her company. It was refreshing to her - to have a friend. "No problem at all, Applejack! I'm glad the goal is lunchtime. All this hard work is making me hungry..."

"I know, right?" Spike grinned, tossing away an apple, before it ended up bopping Twilight on her head, making the dragon nervously smile, and Peter cringe from second-hand embarrassment.

Twilight did not look amused by those words. "...Please, Spike. You've been lounging on my back all morning while WE worked."

"Exactly. You two are taking so long, I missed snack-time!" Spike retorted. To that, Peter decided to add onto, always one to defend Spike at awkward moments.

"...Well, uh... Spike has been pretty helpful!" Peter spoke. "He kept me focused by talking to me while we've been collectin' these things."

"...Hm, fair enough." Twilight muttered.

For a moment, Applejack and Bucky made eye contact. It was then when Applejack furrowed her brows at him, and made a gesture towards Twilight, signaling him something. Bucky sighed and decided to break the ice. He was, after all, supposed to make friends too. "So, how're you finding Ponyville, Miss Sparkle?"

"Pretty swell." Twilight said with a content smile. "I've only dreamed of having my own library to live in!"

"Does the fact anyone can come in not to bother you, though?" Bucky asked. "Celestia knows I'm not happy to have intruders on this farm, so..."

"That's uh, what the gun is for, isn't it?" Spike nervously chuckled.

Bucky forgot that he slung his M249 machine gun over his back, even to the point he had loaded in a STANAG magazine and had forgotten it was off safety. Sheepishly, he put the safety on. "...On occasion."

"I'm okay with the library being so opened to others." Said Twilight. "I mean, if I'm gonna be making friends, I might also just be okay with ponies and people goin' in without me expecting them. And that also means I might get to meet potential bookworms like me!"

"...You really gotta use that huge thing?" Peter asked, derailing the conversation in the same direction Spike did. "I mean, beatin' them up with that huge cyber arm thing?"

"Fists can't travel four- hundred meters to beat up a trespasser." Bucky said.

"How'd ya lose it anyway?" Spike asked, curiously leaning in to look at the metal arm. Bucky insecurely put his organic one over it, before then sighing and looking at it, defeated.

"...Accident." Bucky said.

"Sugarcube..." Applejack stopped. "Ain't no need to talk about it if ya don't want to!"

"Nah, it's okay mom." Bucky smiled softly. "I had an accident - fell off a train and uh... got my arm caught under the rails for a bit."

"O-Oh..." Spike felt his heart sink a little at the image. Twilight frowned at him, and Peter lost the perkiness and cheerfulness in his walk.

"Ah, crap... I'm really sorry to hear that, man." Peter said quietly - to which Bucky smiled and waved his other hand.

"Don't worry 'bout it. It was fast, pretty painless, too." Bucky said. "I did hit the ground kinda hard and passed out, so uh... Guess you could say I took it like a trooper."

With a shiver, Peter and the others continued walking. However, as they walked, Peter's highly accurate eyes caught the silhouette of someone sitting on a hill, against the tree. Curiously, he turned his head to it, and then gently nudged Twilight. "Hey, mom... I'll talk to him." He quietly said.

Bucky immediately noticed that Peter saw someone and narrowed his eyes as he put his hand on the grip of his gun - until he took a closer look and identified the figure. "Ah. Celestia's kid, right?"

"Kid?" Applejack scoffed. "Bucky, he's older than y'are."

Twilight nodded at her son. "Go ahead. We'll slow down a bit - uh, well, also go fast enough to make sure Applejack doesn't lose the bet." She spoke. Peter nodded, and immediately jogged up.

Thor sat on the hill watching the Sun, sighing softly as he sat with the hammer by his side, constantly looking at it.

"...Hey, big guy..." Peter cautiously and carefully approached, not one to anger someone who shot lightning from the sky. "You uh... doin' alright?"

"Ah, the spider." Thor smirked softly. "Do not worry, I am doing well. I am merely... monitoring the weather. Helping the fair citizens of Ponyville to forecast it."

"...But Ponyville's weather is manually controlled by the Pegasi." Peter softly admitted, nervously twiddling his thumbs now that he was debating with a God.

With that, Thor softly groaned. "...I do wonder what has happened of Loki, is happening of Loki, and will happen of Loki. I..."

"Aw man..." Peter sighed softly. "Well, I guess it's... I'm sorry man, I have no idea how it feels."

"It's fine, Peter." Thor softly said. "At the moment, what concerns me is the prosperity of my mother's land, and the safety of her subjects. And when Loki returns, I'll be there to either stop him, or make him realize the errors of his ways."

"...Well, I'll be here by your side, man." Peter smiled. "We're a tightly knit team, and nothing's gonna stop us together. We got this together."

Fondly, Thor smiled at him... And then...

They heard screaming.

Thor immediately rose to his feet, and the men looking at one another. "That sounded like mom!" Peter exclaimed.

"Quickly!" Thor shouted, immediately sprinting with Peter to the direction of the screaming. They ran through the main apple trees and got back onto the dirt road, running up to the group. "Subjects, what happened!?"

Yet, instead of a scream of terror or pain, the two mares were discovered to have been screaming with nothing but utmost joy and excitement.

"The Grand Galloping Gala!" Applejack and Twilight both cried out at the same time.

"Peter, we've been invited!" Twilight Sparkle cried out with excitement.

"Bucky! We got invited!" Applejack happily squeaked with her hat almost flying off with the amount of joy she felt.

***

The two mares excitedly bounce up and down. "The Grand Galloping Gala!"

Immediately, Spike let out a small burp. "...Huh, four tickets."

Twilight immediately clapped her hooves, excited and giddy about the invitation, and the possibility of attending an event such as the Gala. "Wow, this is great! I've never been to the Gala. Have you, Spike? Peter?"

The Dragon immediately scoffed, rolling his eyes. "No! And I plan to keep it that way. I don't want any of that girly frilly frou-frou nonsense."

"Frou-frou nonsense?" Peter couldn't help but chuckle. "C'mon man, the only frou-frou thing is the dresses. There's fun things to do there."

The Unicorn nodded. "Mhm, Peter's right, Spike. Besides, a dance would be nice..."

The phrase earned a surprise gasp from Applejack. "Nice? It's a heap good more than just nice! I'd love to go. Land sakes..."

Bucky acquiesced. "It's a good business opportunity."

"Exactly!" Applejack cheered at her son's words. "If 'ah had an apple stand set up, ponies would be chowin' our tasty vittles 'til the cows came home. D'you have any idea how much business I could drum up for Sweet Apple Acres? Why, with all that money, we could do a heap of fixin' up 'round here. We could replace that saggy old roof, and Big Macintosh could replace that saggy old plow, and Granny Smith could replace that saggy old hip!"

"It's a good plan, all in all." Bucky said. "We really need to start thinking how we can bounce back after a few expenses and a not-so-profitable harvest, at-least compared to the costs we've already gone through. Actually, if our money goes particularly well, I think I might invest in that M240 that's being sold on--"

"Ahem." Applejack squinted her eyes. "'Ah think you wanted to say that ya'd buy some very much needed farmin' equipment, right? And that you'd chip in to help Granny's hip?"

"...Oh, yeah." Bucky coughed. "...And just for the record mom, I'd only buy it after we'd help great Granny. I'm not that stupid with my finances."

"Ah, this is all if we even get there." Applejack sighed. "Ah'd give my left hind leg to go to that Gala..."

"I wouldn't give a leg on the account that I lost one of my arms already..."Bucky muttered. "But I'd probably see if I can trade the tip of my pinkie finger or toe or something." He joked.

Realizing the opportunity to help a friend, the Unicorn smiled wide. "Oh, well in that case, would you like to--"

Bucky's instincts kicked in. He immediately jumped to tackle Applejack, before turning and spinning with her. She yelped, and Peter had also reflexively shielded Twilight. A sudden projectile came in - crashing in and arriving with a bombastic blast of dust.

"Miss Rainbow Dash!?" Peter said. "Are you okay? That looked like a bad crash!"

"Nothing I can't handle, kid!" Rainbow Dash chuckled, though his words made her frown. "And it wasn't a crash! It was a crash landing!"

"Hey, on your left!" Exclaimed the voice of the young blonde man. Bucky found himself caught off-guard as Steve had jogged right past him, having been trying to catch up with Rainbow Dash from the ground.

"Tsk." Was all that Bucky could say, looking rather displeased at him.

"Soooo..." Rainbow Dash grinned. "Are we talking about the Grand Galloping Gala?"

Rainbow Dash was rewarded with a scrutinizing and very skeptical look from Applejack, who raised a very displeased and rather upset brow. "Rainbow Dash, you told me you were too busy to help me harvest apples. What were you busy doing? Spyin'!?"

"Unlikely." Peter sighed. "I didn't notice anyone following us or something like that."

The Pegasus scoffed. "Ugh, no. I was busy napping, and I just HAPPENED to hear that you have an extra ticket?"

Both Twilight Sparkle's and Peter's hearts sank. They quickly glanced at one another, and Twilight had no idea how to move forward. "Well, yeah, but--"

She was unable to stop the cheering that came from the Pegasus, who pumped her hooves excitedly. "YES! This is so AWESOME! The Wonderbolts performing at the Grand Galloping Galaevery year! Oh, I can see it now..."

Rainbow Dash visualized the scene in her head, wrapping one hoof around the nearest target - Peter, and reaching out with her hoof to paint him a picture.

"Everyone would be watching the sky. Their eyes riveted on the Wonderbolts, but then in would fly...Rainbow Dash! Then, I would mesmerize 'em with my Fantastic Filly Flash. And for my grand finale, the Buccaneer Blaze! The ponies would go wild! The Wonderbolts would insist that my signature moves be incorporated into their routine, and then welcome me as their newest member!"

Steve chuckled, a little embarrassed by the fiery displayed his mom was pushing to the two mares. "Well, I mean, also for a good reason! Uh, I think the Gala would be a good opportunity for me, too! You see, Equestria always needed a proper hero, who reresents it, so if I could, I'd totally want to see if anyone would want to sign me up to show everypony and everyone that I'm the real deal. Maybe a campaign to show me and my skills off! Maybe even see if I can get a professional suit made for me, too. I'm thinking if I could propose my idea to that Prince - Blueblood, I think? Guy could definitely see if he can put my skills to use and put in a good word for me!"

"That's nice and all except..." Bucky cracked his neck. "Steve, we've always been friends - but you're forgetting that--"

"'Ah asked for those tickets first!" Applejack suddenly said, getting really close in Rainbow Dash's face.

"So?" Rainbow Dash scoffed. "Doesn't mean ya own 'em."

In a challenging manner, Applejack squared up and grits her teeth hard. "Oh, yeah? Well, I challenge you to a hoof-wrestle. Winner gets the ticket!"

More intense were the eyes exchanged between Bucky and Steve. There was a strange moment here - they were both good friends, even before the six Elements had united to face Nightmare Moon, but even then, there was a degree of intense loyalty to their respective parents, which was perhaps a match for their camaraderie.

Twilight Sparkle defused the situation as she stepped between the quarreling ponies. "Girls! These are my tickets. I'll decide who gets it, thank you very much. Whoever has the best reason to go, should get the ticket, don't you think?"

"Indeed." Suddenly said Bucky, interrupting what Applejack was about to say. "You know, I think logically, Miss Twilight, that ensuring the funds can go to the farm's equipment, wellbeing, and my defensive capabilities are quite paramount in terms of priority."

"I see where you're coming from." Said Steve before anyone else could give their two cents. "However, I believe a chance to build up a presence and relationship with the Wonderbolts and the Equestrian Royal Guard is a really good idea - especially since we'd like our team to develop connections and relationships with other organizations. Right?"

There was immense tension in the air. Peter chuckled softly, gently shimmying between the two other males. "Guys, guys, we can--"

There was a large rumbling sound - temporarily making the three think that another threat had appeared. However, all it was - was Twilight's hungry stomach rumbling. The Unicorn gently blushed and chuckled. "Listen to that, I am starving. I don't know about you, but I can't make important decisions on an empty stomach, so I'll, uh, think about it over lunch, and get back to you two, okay?"

"Fine..." The two mares sighed, and parted ways. Their sons nodded at one another. Understanding...Not agreeing but understanding that they'd have to return to this issue later.

***

Spike, Peter, and Twilight walked through the streets, the Unicorn's eyes hungrily scanning for whatever cafe or restaurant seemed most appealing.

"So, who are you gonna give the tickets to, Twilight?" Spike asked.

"Yeah..." Peter muttered. "I don't wanna scare you, but I got a feeling that whatever choice you make, their sons are gonna have a bit of a grudge about all this, huh?"

She only sighed. "I don't know guys, but I really can't think straight when I'm hungry. So where should we ea--"

Having past Sugarcube Corner, the upper portion of its door blast open as a pink bullet darted through and crashed right into Twilight. Pinkie Pie rolled over the floor with her, and soon the tickets, which went up in the air, floated upon Pinkie's face.

"Ugh, m-mom!" Clint ran out through the door. "Come on, what gives!? We still gotta finish the cake and--"

Not identifying what had landed on her face, Pinkie started to shake her face to remove it. "GAAH! Bats! Bats on my face! Help...!" She yelled, then took a closer look. "Wait, these aren't...tickets to the Grand Galloping Gala!?"

"Wait, for real!?" Clint's eyes lit up. "No way! Miss Twilight, thank you so much!"

"Yes!" Pinkie Pie started to vibrate with joy, jumping around and vividly imagining what it would be like to get to the Gala. "It's the most amazing, incredible, tremendous, super-fun, wonderful, terrifically, humongous party in all of Equestria! I've always, always, always wanted to go!"

"Wait, mom!" Clint yelled. "You're not gonna sing are--"

And Pinkie Pie began to sing, happily dancing around as she visualized it all in her head.

"Oh, the Grand Galloping Gala is the best place for me!
Oh, the Grand Galloping Gala is the best place for me!
Hip hip! Hooray!
It's the best place for meeee~!
For Pinkieeee~!"

"Ah, sorry about that, guys." Clint nervously chuckled. "But we really are thankful for invi--"

Pinkie Pie however had no intention of stopping, dancing and bouncing around. "With decorations like streamers and fairy-lights and piñatas and pincushions. With goodies like sugar cubes and sugar canes and sundaes and sunbeams and sarsaparilla. And I get to play my favorite-est of favorite fantabulous games like Pin the Tail on the Pony!"

Clint proudly smiled. "It'd be really cool to get a chance to go there! I always wanted to see Canterlot up close, and helping mom organize a party there would rock! I mean, come on, it's not just a party - it's a party in Canterlot! How cool is that!? And also--"

Pinkie Pie had no intention of stopping.

"Oh, the Grand Galloping Gala is the best place for me!
Oh, the Grand Galloping Gala is the best place for me!
'Cause it's the most galariffic superly-terrific Gala ever!
In the whole galaxyyyyy~!
Wheeeeeee~!

Pinkie finally simmered down, though her mind was still up in the pleasant clouds. "Oh, thank you so much Twilight!"

Twilight squeaked. "Uhm, actually-"

To make matters worse, Rarity and Tony had been passing by, and Rarity just happened to see some of the remaining tickets that were in Spike's claw as he picked them up from the ground.

Rarity gasped shrilly. "Is that...what I think it is!?"

Pinkie Pie nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes, yes! Twilight's taking me to the Grand Galloping Gala in Canterlot!"

Both Rarity's and Tony's eyes widened with surprise. "The Gala!?" Rarity cried out. "I design ensembles for the Gala every year, but I've never had the opportunity to attend. Oh, the society, the culture, the glamour...!"

Tony interrupted. "All the influential people I can meet for networking so that I can find potential investors..."

Rarity sighed dreamily. "It's where I truly belong, and where I'm destined to meet...him!"

All looked at the white Unicorn with confusion. "...Who?"

"Hiiim~!" Rarity was swooning through the street, practically stumbling and floating around with a dreamy look, thinking about the hypothetical situation of meeting this Prince. "I would stroll through the Gala, and everyone would wonder "Who is that mysterious mare?" They would never guess that I was just a simple pony from little old Ponyville. Why, I would cause such a sensation that I would be invited for an audience with Princess Celestia herself, and the Princess would be so taken with the style and elegance that she would introduce me to him, her nephew: the most handsome, eligible Unicorn stallion in Canterlot. Our eyes would meet, our hearts will melt. Our courtship would be magnificent. He would ask for my hoof in marriage, and of course I would say "Yes!" We would have a royal wedding, befitting a Princess, which is...hehe~...what I would become upon marrying HIM - the stallion of my dreams."

"I got a reason myself too!" Tony chuckled, proudly pointing a thumb at himself. "While mom was checking out what royalty is doing, I had the chance to take a look at some of the companies that invest in the Gala. Guess what? Turns out, they're gonna get a visit from a certain arm's company's CEO. Now, I know he's gonna have a bunch of security that wouldn't let anyone as much as fart towards him, but I'm gonna make sure that I get close to him. And by the time security can point their guns at me or cuff me, I'll show that old guy what I'm capable of. If I convince this guy - then I'm set on my designs. I won't need to ever worry about costs or anything. I'll build the perfect suit, the moment I'll have shaken his hand!"

"...They're both pretty dreamy about this." Peter muttered.

Rarity humphed. "Twilight, I simply cannot believe you would invite Pinkie Pie so she can party!...And prevent me from meeting my true love. How could you? Hmph."

"She's got a point..." Tony quietly muttered.

In a sudden moment, Spike felt the tickets escape from his claws. "Hey!" He exclaimed. He could not prevent the rabbit that snatched them and ran over all the way to Fluttershy, who smiled softly at the sight of the tickets.

"Angel, these are perfect!" Fluttershy cooed.

Bruce sheepishly chuckled. "Uh, mom, I think this may be considered as theft."

Twilight sighed, trying to defuse the situation as she approached the Pegasus and her son. "Guys, I haven't decided who to give the tickets to."

It coaxed a gasp from the ponies and their sons. "You haven't!?"

At that moment, Fluttershy started to gently brush the dirt. "Excuse me, Twilight. I would just like to ask, I mean, if it would be all right, if you haven't given it to someone else..."

Tony couldn't help it, leaning in curiously as he folded his arms. "Uh, Miss Fluttershy - you want to go to the Gala...?"

The Pegasus felt cornered, her eyes looking around anxious. "Oh, uhm, no. I mean, yes, or, actually, kind of. You see...It's not so much the Grand Galloping Gala as it is the wonderous private gated garden that surrounds the dance. The flowers are said to be the most beautiful and fragrant in all of Equestria. For the night of the Gala, and that night alone, would they all be in bloom...and that's just the flora! Don't get me started on the fauna. There's loons and toucans and bitterns, oh my! Hummingbirds that can really hum, and buzzards that can really buzz. White-blue jays, and red jays, green jays, pink jays and pink flamingos!"

"Mom has a good idea!" Bruce chuckled politely. "You know, I had something I wanted to do there myself! You see, there's this fascinating plant that grows - called the Tranquill Belle. It releases a sap - dripping downwards at a rate of about one droplet somewhere between one hour, all the way until twelve. I feel like if I can just set myself and my equipment there just right, then I could get a sample of that sap - safely without harming the plant.

"What's the big deal with the sap?" Twilight asked, curious at the botanical article she surprisingly hadn't heard about before.

"It has a unique property!" Bruce grinned. "A small sample will reveal it's DNA, which I believe is the key to certain metabolic agents that could help improve medicine. I recently discovered these effects in my reading. and knowing I might get close is exciting as is!"

Past the arguing, Twilight could not take it anymore.

"QUIIIEEEET!"

Although all stopped, all could hear Pinkie as she had a hard time stopping herself. "And then I said - Oatmeal, are you CRAZY!?...Oh."

Twilight sighed. "Okay - this is my decision, and I'm gonna make it on my own, and I certainly can't think straight with all this noise." She said, her stomach rumbling to make her point. "...Not to mention hunger. Now go on, shoo.

***

Twilight groaned in frustration as she sat behind the table - the hunger starting to play on her nerves like a fork across the strings of a guitar. "Spike, Peter, what am I gonna do!? All five of my best friends have really good ideas to go to the Gala. Applejack and Bucky, or Rainbow Dash and Steve? Pinkie Pie and Clint or Fluttershy and Bruce, Rarity and Tony... Oh, who should go with me!?"

Unable to propose anything, both Spike and Peter sat there, unable to speak of any solution. However, a voice soon interrupted them all.

"Ahem. Uh, have you, like, made your decision?"

"I CAN'T DECIDE!" Twilight cried out, an outburst that spooked everyone at the table.

"...He just wants to take your order." Spike and Peter said at the same time, trying to calm her down. Twilight realized this and sighed, turning over to the waiter with a small but stressed smile.

"Oh, sorry. Uhm, yes! I would like a daffodil and...dai...sy...sand...wich?"

There was one issue.

The waiter from before was gone. There was no mustached stallion before them. Instead, there was a human - a human clad in a red suit, a mix of leather, rubber, and spandex. There was a black and red color scheme, the mask over his face having white pupils, much like the one in the suit Peter had designed. The suit appeared more of a combat suit.

More striking was the fact that he was armed to the teeth. There were two pistols on either side of his hips, holstered. On his back were two katana blades, sheathed in a cross position. There was a belt around his waist, the buckle shaped just like his own mask. There were, much to the concern of those sitting at the table, grenades, which were attached to his chest and hips.

"U-Uhm...W-Who are you?" Spike asked, raising a weirded-out brow.

"Moi?" The stranger said, smiling underneath the mask as evidenced by the change of his eyelid's position. "Why, I am your waiter! I am the Merc with ze Mo--,er, ze waiter vis ze menu!"

"...I highly doubt that." Peter muttered. "Listen pal, my mom just really needs her food. She's having a bad day and--"

"And I am here to get your food, oui? What would you like?" The man said, putting on a painfully fake French accent.

"No, seriously dude." Peter grits his teeth. "Can you just tell me who you are?"

"I am...Ze waiter's brother."

"...And what is the waiter's name?" Peter tilted his head, having become familiar with the name of the stallion who had served them during their stay in Ponyville, so far.

"Savoir Fare." The stranger said, looking rather proud of himself.

"...And what's your name, mister "Savoir Fare's brother?" Peter leaned in.

This immediately made the stranger gulp. Quickly he turned around to check the stolen nametag he had taken off of the waiter's apron. With a marker, he quickly changed it and place it on his chest.

My name is Savoir Faire Deux! Now, can I puh-please have your order!?" He barked.

"Hang on, but it says there..." Spike squinted, noticing the belt on the strange "waiter". He noticed one of the massive pistols, which made Peter uneasy to see Spike so close to a firearm, especially in the holster of such a strange character. "... .50 Action Express...Property of...Deadpool?"

"Mon Dieu!" The masked man exclaimed, putting a hand on his chest, and another over the pistol, which made Peter scared as he was going to unholster it, except he was merely covering it. "Non, ze word Zeadpoole means, er...'Waiter'! Zerefore, I am your waiter for zis evening!"

This feels somewhat inappropriate, Wade. Can we please be more racially sensitive?

What do you mean? He's doing such an amazing acting job! Y'know, we missed the golden opportunity by not trying to pretend to be Princess Celestia first!

Hey, stop! I know you like to break the fourth wall in the comics, series, and movies - but breaking the fourth wall in my story is uncalled for! Can you please integrate into the--

My apologies, author - I assure you we will do our best to contain--

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah! Okay, Wade - we're gonna get Celestia's tiara, get you a wig with her colors, and with a lil' bit of voice training, we can--

Impatient, Twilight's magic had removed the mustache - which left the stranger in nothing but his suit and the apron. He blinked down and looked at Twilight.

There goes the expertly crafted disguise...

"So, can I help you?" Twilight murmured. "I was hoping to get my food. Can the actual waiter come here, please?"

"...Fine, fine. You know, he's still getting paid for the time off I've put him in!" Deadpool rolled his eyes underneath his mask, quickly walking around the corner to pull out a tied-up stallion, who he freed. The waiter, who had his mustache shaved off and repurposed to be placed on Wade instead, only shakily walked towards the table, and collapsed to his side.

"...Uh, well..." Deadpool nervously rubbed his forehead, forgetting the sweat was underneath the mask. "You know, if the restaurant doesn't cover the loss of standard-waiter-issue facial hair and give him a bonus for being kidnapped and threatened at gunpoint, then at-least we know Equestria's essential workers gotta unionize! You can thank me for testing how fair this country's labor laws are!"

Peter barked at the stranger. "Hey! You can't do something like that!" He exclaimed, squaring up with Deadpool, angry and not afraid of the weapons that the Mercenary had on his belt and in the holsters. "You can't just threaten an innocent person like that! What were you thinking!?"

"Well!" Deadpool immediately spun around, and now appeared in a business suit, which was worn over his suit. "That was merely a stunt to get your attention, my eight legged - minus six - friend!"

"Some stunt that was!" Peter exclaimed. "You have to make up for--"

"I come to you with a business proposal you see." Deadpool leaned into Twilight, grabbing her hoof and starting to shake it.

"Is it about the TICKETS!?" Twilight suddenly snapped, noticing how intently the stranger was staring at the golden papers that she was already contemplating of tearing them up, due to the stress it was causing her.

"YES, IT's ABOUT THE TICKETS!" Deadpool yelled. Both Spike and Peter were now defensive, both standing up and blocking Deadpool's line of sight on Twilight. The red-clad stranger frowned and backed up, shrugging. "What? I thought she communicated through shouting and being all aggressive! But yes, it's about the tickets!"

"They're not for sale." Twilight groaned. "Can you please stop bothering me?"

"Oh, I'm not here to buy them!" Deadpool smiled. "Matter of fact, I'm not even here to ask for 'em! My proposal is related to them, but not how you think!"

At the fact someone wasn't trying to force Twilight into giving them these accursed tickets, the Unicorn suddenly perked up and smiled. "Oh! Well, please Mister Deadpool, go on!"

"You see...We here at Deadpool Solutions..."

LLC!

"...LLC have been working with cases of "not being able to choose what friend to choose to go to the Grand Galloping Gala with for many years, and this case is no different. We'd like to provide a solution for you, free of charge!"

"Free of charge doesn't bode well..." Peter whispered.

"Never mind that! What's the solution, Deadpool?" Twilight was smiling wide, excited to hear of a potential way out of this very unpleasant case.

"It's simple." Deadpool giggled. "You see, considering that your friends all have sons, who are somehow pretty good at combat, and have access to the kinds of a weapons that either give you a one-way ticket into the ICU or the morgue, I think what we can do here is quite simple. Have a fight to the death!"

"Oooh, I see, I see..." Twilight nodded along... Then, his words hit her. "...WAIT, WHAT!?"

"It's a sensible solution!" Deadpool smiled. "If ya can't share, then why not just take? Besides, by having them take one another out, you also keep the strongest guy around, and isn't that just grand? Why have five other guys when you just keep the best one around? Imagine how many things you won't have to share after that!"

"You're AWFUL!" Twilight shouted. "Look - can you please take this seriously?"

"Oh, but I am!"

Are not.

What do you mean - this is gonna be the deal of the century!

"You are NOT!" Twilight barked harder. "LISTEN! I have five friends and their sons who I am forced to choose between them! Do you think I want to leave four offended ponies and four offended humans as I go off to the Gala!? This is gonna jeopardize my friendship! My recent friendship!?"

The so-called "Merc with the Mouth" huffed, turning his head and upset. "Wow, you know what? I'm offended." Deadpool huffed, putting his hands on his hips. "Here I am, offering you an actual solution, which has a better chance of resolving things than having to choose your five only friends, and you brush me off! And here I am, standing in the rain, like a hardworking, desperate, and diligent businessman!"

"It's not even raining!" Peter exclaimed...Then took a closer look past his anger to see that Wade was indeed...soaking wet. He looked around, only to see a massive bicep above him, and a shield.

Also soaking wet was Steve, who nervously chuckled. "Uh, on your left?"

Twilight realized this too and looked up, to see that she was completely clear of rain, as Rainbow Dash had placed a hole in the sky conveniently right above her.

The singsong yet raspy voice of Rainbow Dash was heard from above. "Hi there, best friend forever I've ever ever had. Enjoying the sunny weather!?"

Steve smiled at Peter. "Heya bro! Crazy weather, huh? Good thing this Vibranium's shield gonna keep ya bones dry. I gotta watch out for our team's second--uh, first in command, y'know?"

Twilight Sparkle blinked, unsure and shocked. "Rainbow Dash, Steve - what are you two doing!?"

The Pegasus gasped, feigning a lack of understanding. "Whaddya mean? I just saw the smartest, most generous pony about to get rained on! So, I thought I'd kick a hole in the clouds to keep her dry so she could dine in peace - that's all!"

"I'm in the same boat!" Steve laughed. "C'mon, I'd look out for our team's coolest and most skilled member as if he were my own bro!"

The Unicorn skeptically looked at them. "You're not trying to get extra consideration for the extra tickets by doing me extra favors...are you?"

"That would just be unpatriotic, Miss Twilight!" Steve exclaimed. "We'd never do something like that."

"Yeah!" Rainbow Dash giggled nervously, gulping. "We'd do it for everypony!"

"...Well, I'm not comfortable accepting unwanted favors. I'd appreciate it if you close up that rain cloud right now." Twilight said.

Rainbow Dash sighed. "Okay, fine." She muttered. With that, the cloud was patched - and rain started to freely pour down upon Twilight.

Meanwhile, Steve looked at Peter, and could only give a soft sigh, and nod his head. He removed the shield from above, and now Peter was under the torrent of rain. Rainbow Dash and Steve left, retreating for now.

"...Well, the rain really is heavy today." Peter muttered.

There was an opportunity. Two passersby noticed them.

"Whoa there!" Exclaimed Tony, who had extended his hands and produced his blasters. Using a Sonic Wave Emitter, he started to push the droplets away from Twilight, Spike, and Peter - using the power of movement and sound to cause a force that would take the droplets off their course. "What are you guys doing out in the rain!?"

"Indeed!" Gasped Rarity, approaching by his side. "Darlings, it's raining!"

"...We pieced that together, yeah." Peter mumbled. Rarity wrapped a hoof around Twilight and Spike, while Tony one-handed the rain-protection as he wrapped one of his armored hands around Peter.

"Come with us, before you catch a cold!" Rarity exclaimed, as she and Tony led them away.

Deadpool only stood under the rain, watching as everyone around him merely left. "...Well, an honest businessman never backs down. I won the battle - not the war, ya hear!?"

***

Twilight was covered in makeup; her appearance was now beautified immensely. She looked at her own appearance, guffawed at how beautiful she seemed.

In the meantime, Tony had been constructing something. Peter looked in awe, as the goatee-bearded lad worked with immense accuracy and efficiency.

"Whoa, so these are improved web shooters?" Peter asked, looking with sparkles in his eyes.

"Yep." Tony smirked. "These are gonna be laser-accurate, and this new substance it's loaded with is gonna make this stuff impossible to break out of!"

However, somewhere through the process, there was a sudden outburst, as Rarity was telling Twilight about beauty and the Grand Galloping Gala, the purple Unicorn immediately identified the caveat. "I see what's going on here. You're just buttering me up, so I give you the extra tickets. Well, it's not gonna work. You're going to have to wait for my decision, just like everyone else!"

As Twilight started to leave, Tony and Peter awkwardly looked at one another. Tony looked at the new web shooters, then at Peter, before coughing. "...Uh, did I forget to mention that the price was gonna be two of those tickets that your mom's got?"

The situation became awkward. Peter excused himself and ran after Twilight.

Twilight humphed. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've been trying all day just to get some lunc--"

Both Twilight and Peter were met by Applejack and Bucky. The mare had with her a whole array of pie-related foods, while Bucky held a variety of foods that humans would enjoy as well.

"Hey Peter." Bucky forced a smile.

"Hey Twi, did ya say lunch!?" Applejack cooed.

Twilight murmured. "You've got to be kidding me!"

Applejack giggled. "'Ah got apple pie, apple fritters, apple tarts, apple dumplings, apple crisps, apple crumbles, and apple Brown Betty. Uh, the desert, not my Auntie. What do you say there, best friend?"

"Yeah, best friend!" Bucky said, his smile awfully forced. "I got uh, Manehattan Pizza. Hot dogs. Uh, you like all those whacky Manehattan foods, right?"

Twilight's stomach grumbled in reflex to those words.

Applejack grinned opportunistically. "Is that a yes~?"

Twilight let out an angered cry. "No! I don't know who I'm giving the ticket to, and all these favors aren't making it any easier to decide. In fact, I'm less sure now than I was this morning. Urgh!"

She ran off, and Peter had no choice but to accelerate after her.

Applejack frowned as she ran off. "Is that a maybe!?"

Bucky looked relieved. "At-least I can keep the pizza."

***

They finally arrived at the library - Peter walking alongside his mom, while Spike had gone home somewhere during the makeover, unable to stand it.

"Ugh, I never thought being showered with favors would be so aggravating!" Twilight groaned.

Peter sighed softly. "You're telling me. Today, I ended up missing out on new web shooters, a pizza, and a chance to avoid getting soaked in the rain...All 'cause they were bribes."

Entering the library, they were met with the sound of humming and singing. To their shock, they saw Fluttershy, her bunny, and Bruce cleaning - removing the dust, mopping the floors, and removing any other dirt.

Twilight's heart sank at the sight of the innocent Pegasus falling to the corruption as well. "Fluttershy, not you too!"

Fluttershy turned around with a soft smile. "Well, hello, Twilight. I hope you don't mind, but we're all doing a little Spring Cleaning for you!"

"Yep!" Bruce smiled. "Already done mopping the floor, miss!"

"It's Summer." Twilight muttered.

The Pegasus blushed. "Well, better late than never, right? It was Angel's and Bruce's idea."

Twilight and Peter both furrowed their brows. Twilight mumbled. "You're not doing this for the tickets, are you?"

Fluttershy nervously stammered. "Oh, no, I'm doing this because you're my very best friend. Right, Angel?"

Bruce blushed, the guilt weighing a little heavy on him. "Well..."

Fluttershy leaned in to listen to her rabbit - she was the only one who could understand him. "Oh, yes, we are just doing this for the tickets."

Frustrated, Twilight cried out. "No, no, no! This was all very nice of you, Bruce and Angel, but I'm not accepting any extra favors until I've made my final decision, so I'm going to have to ask you to leave!" She cried out, ushering the three out. However, the moment she opened the door, there was an explosion of confetti, and an obnoxious trumpet.

"SURPRISEE!" Pinkie cried out. Twilight was unable to do anything as Pinkie took her for a big dance, celebrated by not only the pink mare, but also other townsfolk.

"Twilight is my bestest friend, whoopie, whoopie!" Pinkie sang, all while Twilight attempted to stop her. "She's the cutest, smartest, all-around best pony, pony! I bet iif I throw a super-duper fun party, party! She'll give her tickets to the Gala to meeee~!

"PINKIEEEE!" Twilight yelled out.

Just in tandem, Clint had fired an arrow into the sky - which caused a big firework, which turned into the shape of Twilight.

"Yes Twi?" Pinkie asked innocently.

The Unicorn huffed in frustration. "At least the other ponies tried to be subtle about the tickets."

"What tickets? What Gala?" Pinkie asked, fluttering her eyes.

"Yeah, I got no idea what you're on about, Miss Twi." Clint smiled just as innocently.

A pony suddenly inquired. "Gala? What Gala?"

Clint noticed his mom was about to spill the beans. "Mom, wait!"

Pinkie giggled. "Oh, you didn't know? Twilight has two extra tickets to the Grand Galloping Gala!"

All ponies gasped with surprise. "The Grand Galloping Gala!?"

With that, there was an onslaught of compliments and offers from the surrounding ponies, all of them attempting to swoon the Unicorn.

"Have I ever told you how much I love your mane?"

I'll wash your dishes!"

"Would you like any help with your gardening?"

"I have a cartload of extra carrots!"

"I'll paint your cottage!"

Spike began to sweat. "What are we gonna do!?"

Twilight gulped. "We're gonna run!"

"I got this!" Peter exclaimed. With one arm, he was able to scoop up both Twilight and Spike, before using his webs to launch up into the sky. However, no matter how high he swung, there were ponies running and chasing underneath them.

Decisively, Twilight closed her eyes - and with her horn, teleported all three of them back into the library.

Spike and Peter both walked in disoriented, the sudden change making them both sick as they fell - Peter on the floor, and Spike right on top of him.

As Twilight shut the door, she leaned against it. Then, she let out the loudest groan of relief. She could hear the crowd outside began to disperse. She, Peter, and Spike were now in total silence.

She groaned once again. "Ugh, this is the worst! I never thought I'd be put into such a difficult position! If only--"

Then, there was a knock on the door.

"Twilight, Twilight!" Exclaimed a familiar voice. The Unicorn was frustrated and opened the door.

"Mayor Mare, I'm sorry but just because you're the mayor doesn't mean I am just going to give you the tickets, even if you wanna offer--"

"That would be wonderful..." Mayor Mare dreamily said. "But no - that's not why I'm here. Twilight, the humans - your friend's sons are about to wreak havoc! They're having a standoff!"

"W-WHAT!?" Twilight cried out in surprise.

"We gotta stop them!" Peter exclaimed. "Let's go!"

***

The streets of Ponyville were empty. There was a heavy sensation in the air, the kind that marked the sign of trouble. Something big was about to go down, that much was evident as the team of heroes was now separated and broken up into smaller groups.

Ironically, both Thor and Natasha were rather uninterested. For they were from Canterlot, the Grand Galloping Gala was nothing new to them. They both stood on the side, with a sense of tension and curiosity. On the other side of the street, they both saw the Mercenary, who waved with a comically large bucket of popcorn between his legs.

"They're going to tear the town apart..." Natasha softly hissed under her breath. "Thor, this isn't good. We're gonna have to intervene."

"Do we?" Thor asked, apparently more interested in the sight of the fight happening than actually preventing it. "I mean, look at things this way...We get to see something interesting, and these five are likely to just tear each other up and then regret it before things get...ugly. They might have to clean the town up - but I'm sure it won't be so-"

He was interrupted as the standoffish heroes started to prepare their weapons. Bucky loaded his M249 with a magazine of rubber bullets, while Tony raised his beam-firing gauntlets. Steve held his shield at an angle which indicated he was ready to throw it at someone, and Clint had taken out four arrows tipped with stun explosives, prepared to fire and incapacitate them.

The whole time, Bruce was slowly grunting and angrily sighing as he tried to diffuse the situation - they knew where this was going. No matter how many times he kindly asked them to stand down, and no matter how many times he politely asked that he and Fluttershy should get the tickets, and each time they brushed him off, it caused his veins to pop and his muscles to tense.

"Last chance." Steve scowled. "This isn't gonna go any other way. I'm gonna get my mom her chance to meet the Wonderbolts, and that's final."

Tony scoffed, setting his blasters to be more potent and high-energy, intent on using non-lethal but painful force against his opponents. "That's a very curious way to say that Rarity and I are the ones who'll make it."

"I'd like to see you try that. Bucky said, gritting his teeth. "If mom wants Sweet Apple Acres to have more funds and fix things up, then that's exactly what she's gonna get. I never disappointed Applejack..." He then chambered a round. "Not gonna start now, either."

"First time for everything." Clint softly said, not raising any attention to his body language as he prepared the arrows in a fluid motion. "Come on, you four are in the way of Equestria's biggest and best party!"

"I really urge you to...ugh..." Bruce tried to breathe to calm himself, but everyone noticed how his skin was changing hue, becoming a dull green, which was ever-so-slightly becoming more vibrant and emerald-like. "To reconsider this...Before someone gets hurt."

"Threatenin' us now!?" Tony smirked, the blasters starting to glow and warm up. "Funny that. I thought you were a meek nerd, this whole time. Gotta go all cucumber mode just to stand a chance against us, huh?"

The words were indeed causing Bruce's transformation to accelerate, as his biceps and triceps were starting to swell. abdomen becoming more pronounced, his lab coat starting to stretch and rupture.

"Guess that's the way it's gonna get, huh?" Bucky grits his teeth. "Last time to back off. Rubber bullet bruises take months to heal - and I'd hate to image what happens if I hit anyone in the eye."

"Then you better aim well, buddy." Steve grits his teeth, prepared to throw the shield. "Because I can throw this thing before your bullets can land.

"Heh. Yeah. You're the expert of projectile speed..." Clint said, pulling the arrow back.

"Enough. Let's get this done with before lunch." Tony gently adjusted the aim of his blasters.

"Let's." Whispered Bruce. His body was almost fully grown into the Hulk's, almost beyond the point of no return.

However, before anything can happen, a flash of purple came right between them. Gasping, the men immediately dropped their weapons - with Bruce's musculature quickly receding and becoming more like his normal self.

"Everyone STOP!" Twilight Sparkle cried out, not caring that she was just in the line-of-sight of some of the most powerful weapons. The fact had disarmed them all.

"Miss Twilight!" Steve smiled, immediately setting his shield down. "It's so good to see you! D-Did you uh, come up with a choice?"

"Hi Miss Twilight!" Tony said, immediately dropping his aggression to put on the politest look he could. "We're okay over here, but if you wanted to choose, we'd love nothing more than to pass it onto our moms!"

"Enough!" Twilight exclaimed.

"There you all are!" Gasped Rarity. "Tony, what is the meaning of this?"

"Bucky, what in tarnation is all this!?" Applejack angrily exclaimed.

"Twilight--" Fluttershy murmured, approaching the very frustrated Unicorn, who was on the verge of snapping...And once she saw everyone, once she saw everyone's gazes...They were expecting her to make a choice, but she just couldn't do it.

Twilight could not help it. She could only let out one frustrated cry of desperation and despair. "I CAN'T DECIDE! I just...can't decide! It's important to all of you, and I just can't stand to disappoint any of you and giving me gifts and doing me favors won't make any difference, because you're all my friends and I wanna make you all happy I can't, I just CAN'T!"

Immediately, Peter and Spike came close, hoping to comfort her. Peter put a hand on her shoulder as he crouched by her side. "Mom, it's alright!"

This immediately earned concerned looks from the ponies and humans. They looked at Twilight with an immense tinge of regret, feeling bad over being so high-pressure on the poor Unicorn, and her son.

The orange pony removed her hat and held it close to her chest. "Twilight, sugar, I didn't mean to put so much pressure on you, and if it helps, I don't want the tickets anymore. You can give it to somepony else. I won't feel bad, I promise!"

"...Me neither." Bucky said. "I'm not much of a Gala person anyway."

Fluttershy hung her head in shame, crestfallen. "Me too, I feel just awful that I made you feel so awful..."

"That was very bad from my side, too." Bruce said. "I shouldn't have lost my cool - knowing what usually comes of that..."

The pink pony approached, nodding with a frown. "Yeah. It's no fun upsetting your friends..."

"You got that right, mom." Clint murmured. "I think if my job is helping you make ponies and people smile, then this is probably the worst way I could go about it."

The white Unicorn hung her head in shame, sighing softly. "Twilight, it was unfair of me to try to force you as I did."

"Same." Tony muttered. "Sorry about the pressure, Peter. It's not in the nature of a self-made guy to pressure my peers like that. I mean, if you were some loser, I would, but you're not, so...Agh, you get it, right?"

Rainbow Dash started to fly around, and Steve pumped his fists. "Yes! That means the tickets are ours. Haha! We got the tickets! We got the ticke--"

While she and her son celebrated, they caught the rather displeased look from the others, making them both immediately simmer down. Rainbow Dash coughed. "Y'know, I haven't perfected my signature moves for the Wonderbolts anyway...Uh, I don't need those tickets either."

"Me neither." Steve shook his head, putting on a poker face.

The ponies came close to one another. "We all got so gung-ho about going to the Gala that we couldn't see how un-gung-ho we were making you..." Applejack said, holding her hat to her chest. At the same time, the humans who stood there felt awkward - however, it was under the initiative of Steve that they'd show their true apologies as well.

So, the blonde lad clad in the flag hung his head. "We're sorry too, on that account. I guess we all figured out today that we love our moms enough to kinda go to war over it, heh..."

"Not that there's anything wrong with it!" Clint said, piquing the curiosity of the others over the rather strange phase, though he quickly rectified. "I-I mean, really - except I'm pretty sure some tickets aren't exactly something we should be doing it over either. I mean, even if it's a big party..."

All were elated that an understanding was being reached, glad that the conflict was seeing some resolution. However, not all were happy. Certainly, unhappy was a red-clad Mercenary, who was in the background. He was yelling and biting his nails through his mask, however the absurdity he'd displayed background throughout the whole day was so expected and repeated, that he was easy to ignore.

Deadpool was jumping up and down now, waving his arms. "NOOOOOO! NO! STOP! STOP MAKING UP! YOU GUYS SHOULD BE MAKING THIS FANFIC COOLER BY SPLATTERING BLOOD AND GUTS EVERYWHERE! TURN THE PG UP TO AN R, COME ON! UUUUGH, WHEN ARE WE GONNA GET WOLVERINE IN THIS THING!? IF HE WERE HERE, THIS PLACE WOULD LOOK LIKE BORSCHT BY NOW!

You really have a strange penchant for inviting violence into such a heartwarming moment! This is a period of discovery and appreciation between these mares and their children, can you not at-least value some peace - appreciate some love and tolerance, you warmonger!?"

But he's totally right! Come on, remember when Marvel started cussing and stuff!? Remember how much gore we got with the X-Men? Remember how much gore we had in OUR movies!? Wasn't that the raddest thing ever!?

"Oh, how could I forget?" Wade's eyes fluttered with admiration and nostalgia. "How we rocked the internet having one of the few legendary R-RATED Marvel films! Ooooh, it's almost like it was yesterday, sniff..."

Yes, yes! Keep reminiscing about those days and don't focus on or interrupt anything!

Oh dear God, Wade! Snap out of it! Snap out of the nostalgia trip!

"Oooh, and then there's my upcoming movie with Logan and I! Or unless it's already over, that is. Ah, how many angry parents shall storm the internet, asking why I'm such a potty mouth, and why Wolvie's literally using edged weapons? Say, you think the bromance is gonna cause any controversies? You know these days you can't slap your own bro on the butt witout weird drawings being posted around and--"

THEY'RE MAKING UP! THEY'RE NOT FIGHTING ANYMORE! WADE! WADE! THE EPISODE'S GONNA HAVE A HAPPY ENDING!

"...OH, RIGHT! NO! STOP!"

Oh goodness...sniff... it's so...so precious! So magical! Friendship really is Magic!

Back to the scene, the Elements of Harmony and their children stood close, displaying bot shame, but also relief that their recently formed friendship didn't just crash and burn before their very eyes, that their legendary team didn't dissolve some days after its formation.

"We're sorry, Twilight." Everyone said at the same time. Now, with Twilight being the one to choose her words or her next move, everyone patiently waited to see what she would do or say. The Unicorn gave it a short moment of thinking...And then smiled.

"Spike, take a note." Twilight said. At that moment, Spike pulled out a paper and a quill, starting to write at his caretaker's command.

"Dear, Princess Celestia..." Twilight said. "I've learned that one of the joys of Friendship is sharing your blessings, but when there's not enough blessings to go around, having more than your friends can make you feel pretty awful. So, though I appreciate the invitation, I will be returning the four tickets to the Grand Galloping Gala."

Spike nodded, and Twilight nodded back. With his dragon breath, the letter was sent away.

The words immediately caused a shout of surprised union from all, both the humans and ponies. "WHAT!?"

"...Guess that's all she wrote." Tony muttered.

"...Yes, that was all she wrote. Literally." Steve blinked at Tony.

Twilight humphed, smiling proudly and fondly at her friends. "If my friends can't all go, I don't wanna go either." She said.

"Just like you said, huh mom?" Peter chuckled. "Great Power, Great Responsibility, yadda yadda?"

"Hah." Twilight giggled. "Glad you remembered it!"

Applejack frowned worriedly at the Unicorn. "Twilight, you don't have to do that..."

"Yeah!" Bruce frowned as he came close. "Miss Twilight, you really didn't have to do that! We wouldn't feel bad if you decided to go there by yourself!"

"Nope. I made up my mind." Twilight chuckled.

"Believe me." Peter chuckled. "If mom says she's made her mind up, she did. She's not a "takesy-backsy" person."

"But..." Fluttershy frowned. "Now you and Peter won't get to go to the Gala either!"

"Yeah..." Clint looked tense. "Miss Twilight, that kind of event is a big deal!"

Twilight shook her head, very pleased with her choice. "No. I couldn't possibly enjoy myself without my best friends there with me! So...I would rather not go at all!"

It earned a sound of adoration from all of them. "Aaawwww!

A moment after, Rarity sighed. "Well, this is heartwarming - though I'm not sure if there's anything on the same level as the..." Rarity had to let out a soft sigh to vent out the frustration and defeat. "The same level as the Grand Galloping Gala, but...Oh, dear, it shall suffice. I-I mean, what's the next massive that we may enjoy together?"

"The annual "Best pig rolling in mud" Awards! Right, Applejack?" Pinkie giggled, having checked her calendar. "Which is in two days, wasn't it?"

"Uh, even that's a bit too country 'fer me." Applejack slightly tipped her hat. "Rares - either way, whatever event we can enjoy, important things that we're gunna enjoy it together!"

"Yeah!" Peter smiled, having leaned down. "And we learned something too, I think...That some tickets are not worth starting a damn near Civil War over."

"Kid's got a point." Steve said - ignoring Peter when he reminded them that they were the same age. "We'd be better off actually pointing our weapons and fists at the bad guys - not each other. That's a fact."

Immediately, the sword-and-gun toting stranger immediately came in, wrapping an arm each around both Steve and Peter, smiling wide and acting all friendly.

"Hey, what do ya mean!?" The red-clad Mercenary laughed, trying to convince them of his point of view. "You guys going at each other's throats was like the best part of the day! C'mon, you guys sure you don't wanna vaporize each other just a liiiil' bit? C'mon, hey, lightning dude! You see that one in the red outfit, right? You should totally just zap him now! It'll be funny! And he'll grow any body parts he loses or whatever!"

"Hey, people don't regrow their limbs or stuff like that!" Peter barked at Deadpool, who innocently shrugged. Thor however was already preparing his lightning, except intending to fire it at Deadpool instead.

A moment later, as the ponies were hugging together with Twilight and showing the adoration over her decision, Spike suddenly started to gag and choke, as if he's sick. "Hghk! Urgh...Urk!"

"Hey, bro!" Peter turned to Spike. "You okay!?"

The other response was immediately from Applejack, who giggled with a smile. "Well, wallop my withers, Spike. Isn't that just like a boy? Can't handle the least bit of sentiment, eh?

Having to recoil a little to avoid a green flame, Spike suddenly burped. "Whoa, Nelly!" Applejack yelped. There was a flash of green, as a scroll had immediately rolled out, and washed over the air. Soon enough, the scroll appeared in Spike's claw.

"A letter from the Princess..." Twilight looked at the letter that had been given to them. "That was fast..."

Spike shrugged, taking the seal, holding the scroll open and unfurling it. He began to read it out loud. "My faithful student Twilight...Why didn't you say so in the first place?" He read, and then looked closer at the contents of the scroll. "Hey! Fourteen tickets to the Grand Galloping Gala!"

"Hey, hear that?" Steve laughed softly. "They invited you two as well!" He said, looking at both Natasha and Thor. They both looked at one another and shrugged. This was nothing special to them.

This revelation coaxed a gasp from the others, happy to see this very sudden, and somewhat unexpected resolution. "We can all go!" Twilight happily said.

"Yes!" Peter pumped a fist. "Friendship destroying crisis averted, huh?"

"Uuugh." Deadpool gagged. "Come on bro, you can't say this sub-PG-13 stuff, man!"

"Hey, I'm not your bro!" Peter exclaimed. "You literally just barged in outta nowhere!"

As the ponies and humans cheered, there was a sudden noise that disturbed all of them. There was a rumbling sound - Twilight Sparkle felt her stomach grumble, and her hunger became apparent. She was, after all, devoid of food for almost the entire portion of the day.

"Ahem...Allow us to treat you to dinner." Rarity softly said.

"We can take you out to my favorite burger place?" Steve proudly smirked, putting his hands on his hips. "C'mon, nothing more Equestrian than a nice Equestrian meal, right?"

"Great way to apologize, son." Rainbow Dash giggled.

"And to celebrate!" Exclaimed Pinkie Pie, wrapping a hoof around both Twilight and Peter. "Come on everyone, the cupcakes are on me!"

There was a moment however when Spike looked oddly upset for whatever reason. "How come I don't get a ticket to the Gala?" He murmured. However, there was a sudden choke and burp, and fire spilled out of his mouth once more. Another scrolled paper with a golden slip appeared, landing in his claws. "And one for you, Spike!" He read the letter, smiling wide and giggling softly. However, he noticed the adoring and endeared reactions of the others, so he tried to change his attitude, wiping his cutesy smile. "Uh, I mean, gross! I have to go too?" He said, though giggling the moment it became clear that the jig was up. The others laughed too - and together, they went to treat Twilight to her well-deserved lunch.

Despite the lack of bloodshed, Deadpool sighed as he leaned against a lamp post.

"You know, readers - you gotta admit. Even if we didn't see those guys turn each other into a red mist, this is just as heartwarming, isn't it? It makes me tear up a little, even...sniff!"

You were just egging them on to slaughter each other.

"So, what!? Maybe after seeing that display, I just realized just how truly magical Friendship is!"

I already made that reference. Now, can you kindly let the writer finish the chapter, so that the reader can finally view it?

If the writer bothers ya, we can always point a Deagle at him through the screen!

"A text-based Deagle, I presume?"

"Pssht, I'll only shut up if the writer promises I appear in more chapters!"

Fine. Not like I'll have much of a choice. Not to mention you're a big fan favorite anyways.

"Booyah! Equestria, get ready - cause the Merc with the Mouth is coming for--"

Wade, you promised.

"Oh, right, right, right, right, right, right, right. Shuttin' up. Ziiiiiiiiiiiiip!"

Author's Note

This is it! The third chapter of the My Little Pony x The Avengers: FiM Season 1 Crossover Series, at long last!

I bet that you guys didn't expect to see Wade Wilson (Deadpool) appear so early in the series, did ya!?

Anyways, I will bring out Chapter 4 of this crossover, soon!