Here is a little crossover I've devised which is sort of wedged into my other story about the Avengers at the compound. Tony, Natasha, Steve, Bruce, Clint, Thor, and Wanda are invited to a free stay at the Hilton on Isla Nublar, and given tickets for a few days in the Jurassic World Park, as a sort of thank-you for saving the world. Tony's game and ready to go, only problem is- Bruce is still missing, Natasha and Steve have some unresolved romantic issues, Wanda's stuck on the outside, and Clint is unsure about leaving his family. Can Tony convince them to go? Take a guess...he is, after all, Tony Stark.
Tony was unable to contain his excitement upon receiving the tickets. A sleek white envelope with the Jurassic World logo had arrived that morning, and Tony had been awoken by F.R.I.D.A.Y. only to have the mysterious token thrust into his drowsy grasp.
He was bursting at the seams as he slid the paper open and spilled out the tickets onto the Avengers Compound's mahogany dining table. Seven free passes to spend a week at a state-of-the-art amusement park!
Tony half-ran over to the media pit, where Clint and Natasha were introducing Steve and Thor to Monopoly. He brandished the tickets enthusiastically and explained the gist of their prize. When he had finished his explanation, he watched his companions' faces expectantly.
"What is a dinosaur?" Thor asked quickly, holding a fistful of Monopoly money in his hand.
"Pretty much the coolest thing ever to have walked the Earth." Tony stated, holding Thor's gaze.
Natasha appeared extremely doubtful. "Why on Earth should we waste precious time going to a tropical island and acting like tourists." She spat irritably.
Tony crouched down to their level, almost begging the other Avengers.
"I've wanted to go to this park for twenty years." He pleaded, much to the confusion of the others.
Steve raised his eyebrows, but was essentially on Tony's side. "If Stark wants to go so badly, then why don't we just go? It's only a week and it sounds like a pretty interesting place." He commented, putting down his monopoly cards. "Besides, it was generous of the park owners to extend the invite, so it would be rude to refuse."
"Well put, Spangles." Tony said excitedly, pointing at Steve. "Cap's in- who else?"
"I'll go if Laura says yes." Clint agreed, eagerly anticipating the chance to see some dinosaurs.
Thor gave Tony a look like, what the heck? And agreed to go as well.
That left Wanda and Natasha. Tony knew the Scarlet Witch would be willing- she had been stuck in training on the other side of the compound for over a month and would be dying for a break- but Natasha was another matter.
"Just do it, Nat, you deserve to have some fun." Clint proclaimed, giving Natasha a playful shove.
"It's just another part of Operation Fun-tasha!" Steve chided enthusiastically.
Natasha groaned and threw her head back in submission.
"Fine. One week- but you owe me, Stark." She mumbled unhappily, glaring at Tony.
Tony threw his arms up and showered the other Avengers with the tickets.
"Yes! Isla Nublar here we come!" he shouted. "Let's get packing- we can jet over to JFK tonight and be in Costa Rica by tomorrow morning."
Natasha rolled her eyes.
A few hours later, Tony, Steve, Thor, Clint, Natasha and Wanda were boarding a plane at the New York airport bound for San Jose, Coast Rica. Tony remained in an excellent state of mind, despite being unable to take a private jet. (Too last minute, his pilot had said)
The six Avengers had left behind Pepper, Jane, and Darcy, opting for a premium, Avengers-only experience. Tony had used his billionaire status to book last-minute first class seats for six on an American airline flying to San Jose. Regretfully, Bruce Banner was still missing after his hulk-out in Sokovia, so he was the only Avenger not taking the vacation to Jurassic World.
The Avengers boarded the plane in pairs. Steve was the only one Wanda trusted enough to sit with, so she sat with him in the front row. She was quite nervous about flying, but as Tony had predicted, the prospect of a vacation was too exciting to resist so she had agreed to come along. Behind them sat Natasha and Clint, decked out in all 'normal clothes' (which still looked an awful lot like spy attire, in Tony's opinion). In the back behind Nat and Hawkeye sat Tony and Thor.
As Tony took his seat on the aisle, Thor squeezed himself into the window seat.
"Quite cramped, this aeroplane is." Thor remarked, barely fitting in the first class seat.
"You like this, you'd love economy." Tony muttered to himself, sliding on a pair of sunglasses.
Some of the surrounding passengers were casting the six Avengers strange looks, as though they almost recognized them, but no one said anything.
Two rows up Wanda was fretting nervously to Steve; apparently this was only her second time in the air. As expected, Cap was his usual, helpful and empathetic self- and he successfully calmed her down.
"Why is there a Chitauri in this aeroplane pamphlet?" Thor interrupted suddenly, holding up the safety booklet.
Tony leaned over to get a better look. "That, my friend, is not a Chitauri alien, but rather a terrible illustration of a human child wearing a life preserver." He responded.
Thor squinted to get a better look.
"Odin's beard, it is a human child. That might be the worst drawing I have ever seen." He muttered.
Tony nodded in agreement. Suddenly the plane shifted into motion as it was backed away from the gate. As they taxied down the runway, flight attendants came by and offered tiny flutes of champagne to the first class passengers.
Tony and Thor each took one gratefully. Tony raised his glass in a mini toast.
"To a hard-earned vacation." He proclaimed happily, clinking his glass to Thor's.
"To discovering what a dinosaur is." Thor added, before downing the drink in one giant gulp.
Tony smiled and reclined his seat for a snooze.
Natasha was pushed back into her seat as the plane ascended in takeoff. She gripped the armrests of her seat and scanned her fellow Avengers with a quick, calculating glance. Behind her, Thor was engrossed in the ascending view of New York City, and Tony was asleep. Wanda was seated in front of her and seemed a jittery wreck. Apparently the Sokovian was not accustomed to flying. Natasha watched as Steve soothed her with level tones and gentle words, and the grateful response Wanda returned made Natasha uncomfortable, as if she needed to fidget. She pursed her lips and crossed her legs. It didn't help that there was a male flight attendant at the front of the plane giving her major bad vibes.
"I don't like the look that guy keeps giving me." She whispered to Clint, who was occupied trying to open a tiny bag of pretzels.
"You sure he's not just checking you out? Wouldn't be the first time." Clint grumbled, still struggling with the bag.
Natasha grabbed the pretzels and popped the bag open effortlessly. She handed it back to him and resigned not to look in the flight attendant's direction again.
She was comforted by the feeling of smooth metal pressed against her calf- a small knife she had smuggled past customs, just in case.
Soon the speaker overhead crackled and the captain announced that the plane had levelled out at 35,000 feet. The fasten seatbelt sign went out, and immediately there was motion around the plane as various passengers got up to use the restroom. Natasha busied herself with half-heartedly leafing through the free magazine in her seat pocket.
When the creepy flight attendant walked by with the drink cart, Natasha trained her eyes on an article about competitive bowling teams and refused to look up. Clint grabbed two ginger ales and set one down on her tray.
"I'm not drinking that. He probably poisoned it." She mumbled bitterly, once the flight attendant was out of earshot.
Clint rolled his eyes. "You're crazy, Nat. At the very worst he spiked it. If you don't want it I'll have it." He agreed reluctantly.
For a while Natasha peacefully read her magazine. Behind her, Thor eventually fell asleep, and his godly snores reverberated heavily off the cabin walls. Clint had popped on a pair of headphones and was utterly zoned out.
Suddenly something prodded her back.
"Natashaaaaa." Tony whispered.
"Nat. Natty. Romanoff. Widow." He insisted, repeatedly poking her.
"Nat-cat-"
"WHAT!" Natasha hissed, perhaps a little too loudly.
"Will you play go fish with me?" Tony asked cheekily.
It was going to be a long flight.