A/N: Just something really stupid I thought of when I was reading some really hilarious fanfictions about the Avengers. XD oh God...
Anyway, here we go!...
Uhm, What?
"BANNER! I am in need of your assistance!" Thor yelled, making Bruce wince from where he was standing in the kitchen of Stark Tower. "Ow... yes, Thor?" He asked, turning around.
"Stark appears to have dranken too much and is now running around naked-"
"WOOOO! IRON MAN MOTHAFUCKA! WOOOOO!" Tony yelled as he suddenly burst into the kitchen, wearing only his Iron Man helmet and holding a bottle of whiskey in one hand and Clint's pants and a camera in the other. Clint wasn't far behind, his face flushed red as his... Iron Man... underwear?
"GIVE ME BACK MY PANTS, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" He yelled angrily, though there was a hint of embarassment in his voice. Tony giggled. "YOU'LL HAVE TO CATCH ME FIRST, SWEETHEART! WOOOO!"
"ARGH!"
Bruce gawked, watching the duo leave the kitchen and go running down another hallway.
He raised his eyebrows. "Uhm... ooh-kay, that's... yeah. We should go help Clint get his pants."
Thor nodded. He and Bruce left the kitchen and followed the screaming and shouting Clint and Tony.
Steve cocked an eyebrow as he looked up at the ceiling after hearing a resounding thud from it. 'Wonder what's going on up there...'
THUMP THUD WHUMP *muffled scream* "HAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WOOOOO!" *muffled scream* THUD 'I don't think I want to know...'
Bruce ran into a wall, fell on the floor, and in the process knocked over a desk. Thor screamed like a girl. Tony ran around in a circle in the room with Clint chasing him. "HAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WOOOOO!"
Thor screamed again as Tony's helmet flew off and hit the wall beside him. "IRON MAN, GOOD ALCOHOL, THAT'S THE MOTHAFUCKING RECIPE! WOOOO!"
"Ow..." Bruce groaned, sitting up and holding his head, which now had a rather nice bump on it on his forehead. "I am sorry for screaming, but Stark is beginning to scare me," Thor apologized as he helped Bruce up. "Yeah, no kidding." Bruce mumbled.
"COME AND GET ME, HAWKEYE! OR SHOULD I SAW IRON HAWK! HAH!"
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
"No, actually my mom's a human."
"ARGH!"
Tony giggled as he ran off. Clint, Bruce and Thor chased him.
'I'm so glad Natasha's off on her own mission, she would flip if she saw this...' Bruce thought as he dodged an empty whiskey bottle Tony had thrown back.
CRASH! Steve looked up from sliding more weights onto the bench press. 'Okay, something's definitely going on up there.' He thought. He abandoned the bench press and went up the stairs to the hallway. Hearing another crash from his right, he turned toward the sound and almost fell down the stairs as Tony sprinted past him... naked? "HIIIII STEVEYYY! MEET ME IN MY ROOM IN FIVE OKAYYY?" He called back with a wild grin on his face. The faint smell of whiskey filled Steve's nose. A questioning expression came over his face. "What just happened?"
45 MINUTES EARLIER...
Clint closed the bathroom door and undid his belt. It had been unusually quiet all morning, which worried Clint slightly. He had a feeling something was gonna happen, he just didn't know when. He unzipped his pants, then unbuttoned them, and was about to pull down his underwear to use the toilet when- WHAM! "HI CLINT! NICE UNDERWEAR YA GOT THERE! HEEHEE!" Click. Clint stared wide-eyed at Tony standing in the doorway of the bathroom with a camera, which he had just taken a picture of him with. "TONY!"
"HEEHEE!" Tony reached down, pulled his pants out from underneath him, then ran off giggling madly, barely dodging an extremely surprised Thor. Clint stood up and ran after him. "GIVE ME BACK MY PANTS, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"
FIFTY MINUTES LATER...
Steve opened the door to Tony's room, not entirely sure why he was there. But he needed answers, so coming to Tony's room when he told him to was the best, albeit only, plan he had right now. Tony looked up from where he was standing next to his bed and smiled wildly. "Hiii Steveyyy," he giggled. Steve gave a nod. "Hi Tony."
Tony giggled again and swayed back and forth like a girl. "D'ya wanna know why I asked you to come here?" He asked as he walked- scratch that, stumbled- over to Steve. Steve nodded. "Yeah I would." He noticed that Tony was in a robe. Tony laughed, covering his mouth and still smiling. He leaned up close to him and said, "I wanted you to see me naked," He giggled once again. Steve's eyes went wide. "A-and, I wanted ta show you Clint's underwear, heeheehee, I-I took a picture, and then his PANTS! Eheeheeheehee!" Tony laughed uncontrollably. 'Holy crap, how much did he drink?' Steve asked himself in thought. "HERE!" Tony shoved a camera into his hands. He turned it over to the back and saw Clint's shocked face staring at the camera, Iron Man underwear in full view. His eyebrows went up. Tony looked up at him with a childish face. He then looked down at his feet, right foot pivoting back and forth on its big toe. "D-do ya wanna see me naked now?"
Steve almost dropped the camera. He gulped and looked at him. "W-what?" He could see Tony's cheeks were red, and it wasn't from the alcohol or the running and laughter. "That's why I told you to come in here, isn't it?" Tony questioned. His voice was no longer childish, but instead sounded... quiet, nervous.
Steve's eyebrows furrowed momentarily in confusion. He remembered a quote he heard someone say once, he couldn't remember all of it, but it was something about how drunk actions were sober thoughts, and suddenly it made sense. "You..."
Tony looked up, eyes round and soft.
Things just got a whole lot more complicated.