A/N- Hey guys, look! I made a thing! Inspired by a prompt on Tumblr.
"I don't understand, why is this information pertinent?" Castiel said, glancing up from the thin, colorful card.
"It's a game, Castiel, like Monopoly," replied Steve Rogers, poring over the instruction manual.
It had been a complete accident, him finding the trivia game. He actually had just been about to put it back in the closet when Thor had grabbed it from his hands, yelling out that Thor Odinson accepts Steve Rogerson's challenge to a battle of wits. And that had been that.
"Mr. Rogers, that statement implies a similarity between the game we are playing and Monopoly, which is most-"
"Illogical, yes yes, everyone heard you the first thousand times, Spock." Sherlock said, his fingers absentmindedly stroking his skull. It was honestly freaking Steve out, the way Sherlock kept touching the damn thing. Not like he could do anything about it, of course. Castiel looked down at the card again.
"Who is Sarah Connor? And what is a Terminator?"
"THOR KNOWS THE ANSWER TO THE ORIGINAL QUESTION!" Thor yelled, slamming his mug of mead down on the table, making Steve wince and everyone else roll their eyes.
"Really, Thor? Do you know how Sarah Connor killed the Terminator in the first Terminator movie?" Sherlock asked, reading the question over Castiel's shoulder.
"With a swipe of her might broadsword, of course! Isn't that how all mortal women kill their adversaries?" Castiel and Spock just raised their eyebrows as Sherlock rolled his eyes and Steve sighed. Thor was never one for subtlety.
"That is not what the small paper card says is the answer." Castiel said. Thor shook his head in disbelief.
"Then that card is wrong. Fetch another, Castiel!" He proclaimed, slapping the angel congenially on the back. Castiel grimaced and flipped the next card of the deck.
"Who are Bart Simpson's favorite cartoon duo?" He read, confusion clouding his eyes.
"THOR KNOWS THE ANSWER!"
"No, Thor. You obviously don't know the answer. Stop trying, please." Sherlock said slowly, patience fraying with each syllable.
"DO YOU CHALLENGE ME, SHERLOCK HOLMESSON?!"
"Thor, for Christ's sake please put your hammer away! Guys, everyone calm down. It's just a game!" Steve exclaimed, trying to keep the peace.
"I agree with the Captain." Spock intoned. "It is highly illogical to get emotionally compromised over such an issue."
"Does anyone actually know the answer, or should I get a new card?" Castiel cut in, irritated.
"Itchy and Scratchy." Sherlock said quietly, causing everyone to turn and look at him. "What? I watched an episode of the Simpsons with John once. That's the only thing I allowed myself to remember."
"I am completely indifferent as to how you got that information." Castiel said, looking back down at the card. "It is, however, correct." Steve gave a whoop, standing and throwing out his arms like New York had just won the World Series. He thrust out his hand at Sherlock, who considered it for a moment before giving it a reluctant high five. Castiel stared at them indifferently and picked up a new card.
"What is the name of Doc Brown's dog in the movie 'Back to the Future'?" He asked, blinking.
"THOR KNOWS THE ANSWER!" A collective groan issued from Steve, Spock, and Sherlock.
It was going to be long night.