Little Darcy's it's time for another Avengers fic featuring one of our favorite pairings (or at least one of my favorites) STEVETASHA WHOOOOOOO. Anyway, I was looking at things on Pinterest procrastinating at my writing for NANOWRIMO and then this happened. Slow build Stevetasha
CHAPTER ONE: The game
If Steve was being completely honest, (and he was, it was part of his duty as Captain America and a superhero to do so) He had no idea what the hell he was doing.
He'd been through war, alien invasions and the drunk Thor fiasco of 2013. This was something entirely different. The very ground beneath his feet was his enemy, traps were laid out so carefully that he was almost certain to maim himself if he didn't take the utmost care. Thor had already managed to crash through a wall. Would he make it out alive?
"AH! Watch it, Cap, the floor is Lava remember? You can't cheat!" Tony called out from his sprawled position on the couch. "I'm not! I was going to stand on the rug here, that's on top of the floor." Steve argued, snatching back his foot.
"Sorry Cap, I'm with Stark on this one. Rules clearly state items used as floor decorations meaning rugs, carpets, and welcome mats are the floor." Clint added, perching on top of the fridge. How he'd made it up there, Steve still wasn't entirely sure but he fully intended to make plenty of bird nesting jokes later on.
"Nobody asked you, Barton." Carefully he considered his next move. If he took the easy route, stepping onto the coffee table, over the three sofa cushions and used the two pizza boxes as footwear to get across, he could get to the elevator and make it to the next floor. Except then he'd end up stuck there unless he had a way to get down the hall. However, if he took the more difficult path using the ottoman, the bar stools and a few well placed if difficult jumps, he could get to his shield and use that as a means of transportation on the next floor.
"My apologies my friends, but prepare yourselves. I shall be the Victor on this day!" Thor leaped past, his hammer flying him to the elevator and thus presenting Steve with a third option. He made a mad grab for the God's leg and nearly bent himself in half to grab his shield at the same time, but was rewarded by nailing both.
"Not a chance thunder boy!" Tony scrambled up, trying to leap to the couch cushion and almost smashing his face into the coffee table for his troubles.
"WE SAID NO FLYING!" Clint pulled an arrow from seemingly out of nowhere (and confirming everyone's suspicions that he'd hidden them around Avengers Tower) and docked it before letting it fly. The elevator doors closed just in time, though a dent in the doors promised Clint hadn't lost his touch.
"You realize you've basically just given them permission to use all their own resources?" Steve asked, sliding off. Thor grinned widely and clapped him on the back.
"So much the better Captain! Then we will face one another on the battlefield as true brothers, using all skills at our disposal to show our might!" As much as he loved the guy, Steve wasn't sure he liked the sound of that. As soon as the elevator doors opened however Thor took off, lunging and leaping off the walls as opposed to the straight path and putting another hole in the corridor as he went.
Knowing it would never be that simple, Steve weighed his options as he made a wobbly journey through the foyer, thankful that Tony was a slob and had a bad habit of leaving his things everywhere, whether on his floor or someone else's.
"Attention now avengers tower. It seems we have a certified CHEATER in our midst." Tony's voice rang out through the intercom, the crackling sound of electricity signaling that he was flipping a few switches.
"Wherever you might be at this point in the game if you could turn your attention to the nearest screen? You'll be horrified to see our lovable god of thunder very clearly using his hammer as a means of transportation." Steve watched as the scene from the floor below unfolded once more, saw Thor laughing and the others crying out in shock. He groaned when he saw himself appear as well. Tony continued,
" And what's even more shocking, it seems the golden boy of America is aiding and abetting! Now, I dunno about you. But that seems pretty unfair to me. I think we oughta level the playing field. New rules: whoever reaches the top wins. That's it. No restrictions that we all swore to uphold, no holding back, use whatever resources you have at your disposal. And may the odds be ever in your favor."
Tony signed off with a flourish, the final thing being seen was his suit flying to him piece by piece as the TV shut off. Steve thought he heard a thud and scrambled for the next room.
Unfortunately, it happened to be occupied.