Camping can sometimes get on my nerves, and when it does, this is what happens to me! In other words, I'm in Tony's shoes…

"There! We're here!" Clint growled as he shoved Tony out of the car. The entire trip to the campsite, Tony had been complaining and whining about the lack of technology that there would be (or be without).

"Why are we even here?" Tony continued to whine. As the rest of the Avengers stepped out of the large van, Steve took a step up to deliberately punch him on the upper arm, but not hard enough to bruise.

"Team bonding. Did you even listen to Fury?" Tony shrugged.

"Do I ever listen to Fury? And my question was more rhetorical than anything else."

"Then shut up and enjoy the outdoors."

Tony snorted, "Whatevs bitches, I'm off to find something entertaining to do."

"He'll find something to do," Natasha reassured them all as Tony disappeared into the woods. Bruce only rubbed his face tiredly.

"Not to brag," everyone huffed at the statement, "but I know Tony better than all of you. He's going to be bored for hours."

"So, what? We leave him out there?"

"Yes." The group answered in sync. And with that, the Avengers began to set up camp and make dinner. By the time they were done (time being several hours), everyone was in their respected chairs. Natasha sat in the black chair, Clint in the grey one, Steve was getting comfy in his red, white and blue folding chair, Bruce leaned back in his purple and green chair, and then Thor sat on the cooler since the other chairs were too small for him.

"So when is the son of Coul going to arrive?" Thor finally spoke up for the first time since they arrived. Everyone shared expecting glances.

"Don't know," Steve finally said, "said he was going to be going through some tour sites."

"And you know how Coulson is when he travels," Clint added as Steve nodded.

"I'm going to go get some firewood," Bruce sighed after a while of awkward silence. The team let him be since they knew he could Hulk-out if there were to be any danger.

There wasn't much firewood lying around, but Bruce figured a few pines needles could get the fire going pretty well. He almost had an armful when a distinct crack sounded in the woods; somewhere close. He heard what sounded like a few light footsteps. Since Bruce was unable to see his stalker, he set down the needle branches to prepare and defend himself. There wasn't much to see, but when a figure finally stepped into his field of vision, he immediately let his guard drop.

"Tony?"

"Bruce?" Tony's hair was in all directions, clothes torn to pieces, shoes missing (?), and a bandana was tied to his right calf (did he have a bandana when he left?).

"The hell happened to you?" Bruce asked cautiously, careful not to set Tony off like a scared deer.

"There are so many things to do out here!" Tony replied with a hint of craziness in his voice.

"Uh…huh."

"No really! I was having a great time!" he began as Bruce steered him towards the campsite. "You won't believe the stuff that happened out there…"

BACK AT THE CAMP

"And that was the end of the chase from the Bullshnipe!" Thor finished. Everyone was asleep in their chairs. Clint began to stir and looked at the god.

"Story over?" Thor opened his mouth to reply but was stopped at two men erupted from the forest.

"Hey guys!" Tony smiled at the group of people he'd abruptly woken up. Steve blinked a couple of times at him.

"Tony? Where have you been?"

"Camping like a mountain man," Bruce answered for the genius. After listening to Tony's story, he'd figured that he could save some time and shock for the time being.

"You look insane," Natasha commented as she straightened up.

"No alcohol for six hours!" Tony smiled crazily. As Bruce grabbed a bottle of water for Tony, the said man began going through the bear box.

"Tony! Stop making a mess," Steve lectured. So, Tony went over the fire and attempted to catch the floating embers. Steve once again had to yell at him. This went on for an hour with Tony nearly killing himself, and Steve barely saving him.

"Tony, put the axe down!" Steve was ready to go back into mother mode when a heavy duty pickup truck pulled up to the camping spot. Everyone, including Tony, stopped to see who the visitor was.

A man with khaki shorts, a fishing vest and fishing hat stepped out with an eight pack of beer.

"Agent Coulson!" Tony dropped the axe and rushed to meet him. Phil happily handed Tony a beer, who took a gulp, and sat in a chair to relax. Everyone sighed in relief.

Phil saw that everyone had been high strung. "What'd I miss?"

Steve quickly held up a hand. "Son, just don't."

And there's that! I was thinking about writing what happened to Tony, but I'm not sure yet. I guess I'll let my reviewers decide...