A/N: Disclaimer - Wish I own Marvel. I don't. That's why life sucks.

Note: Flames will be used to roast marshmallows, and warm myself up - not really necessary in this heat.

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Chapter 1 : Of blue, not green gas and 9foot robots

Clint Barton's lips twitched up into a grim smile as a sonic arrow of his latched itself firmly onto the back of the head of the nine-foot tall robot he and the Avengers were currently fighting, the spot without the expensive forcefield generator's coverage. It immediately began to emit a very high pitched, concentrated sound that he and the others could not hear, but which made the robot's parts vibrate fast enough to cause sporadic disruptions in it's functioning. Ah, yes, it's elbows were already turning backwards.

Tony Stark was a billionaire and he knew it. So, when he threw the 2014 concept Chevy Stingray into the robot's face, and sadly watched the awesome car smashed to pieces, he didn't worry about covering the cost of property damage. Oh, yeah, SHIELD would take care of that anyway. Smiling, he drove a fist into the bot's knee and launched a timer missile into it, scanning it to make sure that it was firmly locked in place, then got out of the way to let it work it's magic.

Steve covered his face with his shield as Stark's missile exploded, sending bits of metal flying everywhere. When he looked back at the robot, he saw with some trepidation and a bit of satisfaction that, while the knee had blown up, a rigid metal latticed structure had taken the place of it's leg. Narrowing his eyes, he threw the shield at the 'leg', slicing cleanly through it and bringing the robot down onto it's side. Smiling, he deftly caught the shield as it flew back at him.

Natasha had expected and been waiting for it. So the moment the robot fell over, she immediately aimed her pistols at it's optics, knocking them out with two well placed shots when Clint's arrow caused the forcefield around it's head to disappear for a second. She, of course, knew that the robot would have some backup navigation system, presumably ultrasonic that it's whole body would emit, and so passed this theory to Thor through the comms, who quickly confirmed it with Stark.

These mortal machines were tiring things indeed. But no matter! Thor Odinson would smite this one as he might smite any other villain daring enough to take on the wrath of the Avengers … and especially Thor Odinson. When he heard the Lady Natasha telling him through the curious device in his ear that he had to strike it with thunder when it lost control of it's remaining knee, he quickly checked with Friend Stark as to this hypothesis, and did just that upon his confirmation of, "That's the general idea."

The Hulk smiled. Because the Hulk was going to SMASH the puny robot in front of him. And he did just that.

In the wake of the battle, they saw that the aftermath was nothing too serious. A few damaged buildings, courtesy of the Hulk and the robot's wrestling match, a few smashed cars, which Tony kept complaining about until the Hawk reminded him that it was him who had done that lovely Stingray in, and Hell was he in for one hell of an earful when they got back to the tower, and a few injuries among the civilians, which the Cap was very conscious about. He too was planning a little monologue when they got back to the tower. But most of all, the Avengers were bored. That was why, at Tony's suggestion of a small holiday … at the tower, they all let off a humongous cheer anyway. Tony quickly contacted the X-men and Fantastic Four's phones, hacked in so that he could leave a message without having to wait for the phone to ring, and told them that the Avengers would be taking a little break for a week, so they were NOT to be contacted for any reason whatsoever in the next seven days, except if the world was taken over, in the following dulcet (not really) tones, "X-men, Fantastic Four, welcome Tony Stark into your private networks. I am here in this ridiculously under-protected network" the breach was discovered thirty seconds later- late in Tony's opinion, at the tiny level of stealth he said he had used, "to give you a message. The Avengers will disappear to Stark Tower for the coming week under mysterious circumstances, which you shall NOT investigate, and will not appear until the week is over. You are NOT to try to contact them, under pain of very painful circumstances, unless either world domination or a hot girl is involved, who is not a member of any of us three teams. If you wish to contact a particular Avenger, call their cell phone – top of the line Stark phones, Richards – and they will contact you themselves if they wish. Thank you." He disconnected right about when both teams discovered the intrusion.

Clint meanwhile was sadly examining the remains of the Stingray, while Natasha did the same with the robot, ever alert for a post- humous bomb, if the robot could … die. She reached into it's left eye and removed a bit of metal from it, and pocketed it to give to Tony later on. And that is why the Avengers, who were all busy either congratulating each other, or thinking about the holiday, or telling JARVIS to scan for a good bar in this area, or examining destroyed robots or destroyed cars, were not prepared for the blue gas that poured out of the few remaining pillars around them.

Tony blinked as JARVIS automatically started filtering the air, "Since when was creepy gas blue?"

Clint quickly stuck an arrow to his mouth and pulled out the shaft, leaving some sort of metal structure covering his mouth and nose, "Forget the color, I don't want to miss a single moment of my holiday. Let's get out of here." But even as he said that, he noticed Stark and Natasha fall to the ground despite their air filters.

"Nat? Oh, shit!" He tapped into the SHIELD frequency on his comm., " SHIELD, we need an emergency evac..."

He passed out as well, followed by everyone else, including even the Hulk.

Their business is also the reason why, when SHIELD arrived about five minutes later, Nick Fury's namesake was aroused within him at seeing six super-powered toddlers, no more than six at the most, trying to blow each other up with miniscule weapons, while Steve's likeness tried to pull off an old-fashioned gas mask.