It was 113 degrees outside and the whole of New York was feeling it. Not to brag, but I'm the kind person who can take the heat without griping about it. Which is something you need if you ever stay with the Avengers for roughly a month and a half.
The heat must have been really getting to their brains and scrambling them like eggs.
The whole house had been tense. Which was OK, but I had the last straw when Clint and Tony got into a fight over the last ice cube. Thor had threatened to send everyone to Jotunheim, which they were actually considering, if they did not stop. I ended up dragging them both out onto the roof's helipad and spraying them full blast with one of the giant hoses. Everyone else followed suit. Needless to say I drenched every single one of them at least once.