It started with Tony's adamant idea to enter a gaming store, claiming Steve needed to catch up with the more modern ideas of fun. When Steve tried to turn him down, Tony ignored him (as usual). So, in the end, we all were left trailing behind the two men, in broad daylight, in a low-down shopping centre with people staring at us left-right-and-centre.

We're the Avengers, a team of superheroes. We are also now plastered across tabloids everywhere, with no hint of a reprise from it anytime soon.

Anyway, as I was saying, we walked into the shop, watching as Steve begged his mind for an excuse to leave. Could we have helped him? Yes. Did we? No.

I think we were in there for about ten minutes before Thor discovered the Wii. How could he not; there was such a large sign hanging over it that I'm surprised he didn't find it sooner. Tony, upon seeing this, shoved Steve alongside the Asgardian and forced him to play Just Dance.

No good can come of an Avenger dancing; Clint definitely proved that last month.

So, we had two Avengers stood, one nervously, one not, in front of a miniature screen, a Wii remote in their hands, waiting for Thor to choose a song. I could see Bruce edging out of the shop from the corner of my right eye. I would've followed him but I'd just bought a video camera at the shop opposite; I was not letting it go to waste.

"What about this 'Cotton Eyed Joseph'?" Thor asked poor Captain America. Tony was in hysterics behind them and I knew that he was dead meat as soon as we got back to the Tower. I'd even help Steve then; I've wanted to beat up Tony since he deleted my recording of Desperate Housewives (Tell anyone and I'll kill you. Seriously).

"Sure," sighed Steve, eyes returning from promising Tony a death he'll remember. I pulled out the camera then, and hit the record button. Clint was smirking next to me, already planning which side to cheer for. I was going for Steve.

The music started playing and that's when all hell broke loose. Who knew Thor was so competitive? Well, we all did, but we didn't expect him to, after thrashing a half-hearted Steve, challenge anyone that came near him.

Then knock some poor shop clerk out for asking him to leave. Accidentally, of course, but he was still unconscious. And we were still chucked out.

Of that shopping centre.

Of all the shopping centres in New York.

So, yes. I'm now sat, with a broken video camera (thank you, Tony), a broken Tony (thank you, Steve) and Thor begging for us to get a Wii.

This one's a job for Phil.

So hello again! This is my first Avengers fic and it's probably the most pointless story you will ever read. So, sorry everyone!

This was beta-ed by the amazing beeabeeon49. Thanks!

Disclaimer: TwilaCute does not, she repeats NOT, own the Avengers. They belong to Marvel. And she doesn't own Wiis either. Those belong to Nintendo.

As per usual, you don't have to review but it would mean a lot. Also, I'm sorry if the characters are OOC.

Thanks!

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