I just had to write a story about The Avengers (aka the greatest movie of all time) and why not add Sherlock to that? I love excitable!John. Sorry it's so short, though. Please review.

John was still making "action-noises" on the way out of the cinema, his eyes wide with excitement. "Did you see it, when Iron Man turned the propeller because the engine was shot?" he said loudly, smiling up at Sherlock.

"Hm," Sherlock deadpanned. "I saw."

John frowned, bundling up against the cold air, and shoved his hands in his pockets. "You weren't the least bit excited about the movie?"

Sherlock shrugged, putting on his scarf and turning up the collar on his coat. "That Loki fellow was pretty interesting."

John scoffed from beside him, following his long strides as well as he could. "Right, because he's a psychopath like you."

"High—"

"—functioning psychopath, yes." Sherlock glanced down at him, a small smile gracing his lips. Had anyone else said that to him, he might have brushed them off as incompetent, or been mildly upset; since it was John, he could accurately assume it was a joke. "I think Iron Man was the best character. Something about Robert Downey Jr. reminds me of you."

They paused at an intersection and Sherlock waved over a cab. "Let me guess," he sneered playfully, pushing John into the backseat and following him in. "221 Baker Street. He's egotistical, self-centered, never one to ignore his Id…"

John shook his head slightly. "If you say so." He laid his hand on the middle seat, clenching his fingers. "And Doctor Banner was the second best. He talked like you."

Now it was Sherlock's turn to scoff. "You're the doctor, John. Not me." He stared out the window, then glanced over at John again. "Did you really like it that much?"

John's eyes flickered from Sherlock to the windscreen. "I did. It was amazing."

"Maybe tomorrow we can see it again. After dinner. I made a reservation at Zafferano." Sherlock pressed his hand to John's, squeezing lightly. "It was a pretty good film."

John grinned at him, sliding over and pressing a kiss to the detective's cheek. "That sounds amazing, Sherlock."

Silvery-blue eyes staring out the window once again, Sherlock fought to hide his blush for the rest of the ride, but didn't let go of John's hand.