A/N: Contains some spoilers from Captain America 2!

ALSO: I am not giving up on Internship, I've just been taking a break on it... I'm trying to figure out where the story is going to go. So don't worry, I'm not abandoning it! Just a hiatus.

Everyone knew something was up when Tony and Clint were bringing bags upon bags of tortillas, tortilla chips, Corona and Dos Equis, salsa and other dips, beef, seasonings, lettuce, tomatoes, olives, cheese, avocados, and onions into the kitchen. Even though each of them wore three sombrero hats, the others couldn't seem to piece it together.

"Uh... whatcha got there, fellas?" Natasha asked, smirking at how ridiculous they looked.

"It's Cinco de Mayo, Tash!" Clint exclaimed, setting his bags down. "How could you forget the world's best excuse to stuff yourself full of Mexican food?" He removed his sombreros to look at them, placing a dark purple one back on his head and a crimson red one on Natasha's.

"What is this 'Cinco de Mayo'?" Thor boomed. He had been in the kitchen for a while, slowly but surely demolishing its Pop Tart supply.

Tony remozed his sombreros as well, placing a bright red one back on his head and handing a dark blue one to Thor. "It's a Mexican holiday celebrating... something. Point is, we get to stuff our faces with tacos and guacamole."

"You did get the extra spicy salsa, right, Clint?" Natasha asked, becoming concerned that she would have to settle for mild.

"Yup," the archer said, waving the others over. They were in a living room by the kitchen, just like Natasha had just been before she came over to see what Tony and Clint were doing.

Bruce was given a green sombrero and Steve got a bright blue one.

"Does anyone actually know how to cook tacos?" Bruce asked. The group looked around at each other. None of them were exactly master chefs. Natasha and Clint were always on missions before the thing that happened with S.H.I.E.L.D. and HYDRA, so they had no time to learn to cook; Thor was from Asgard, where, as a prince, he had chefs to cook for him; Tony was a billionaire with better things to do than prepare his own meals; Bruce had been living in a third-world country for a while, with no real ovens or lots of ingrediants; and Steve had been frozen in the ice for 70 or so years, so even if he knew how to cook before that (which he didn't anyway), there was no way he could even bother with modern ovens.

"Crap," Tony said, opening one of the many six-packs of Corona. Yes, many. With Tony being Tony, Thor being Asgardian and having it take a while for him to get drunk, and Steve not able to get drunk at all (at least, not yet. Tony and Clint have been planning on forcing him to drink loads of the strongest stuff they could find), the Avengers went through a lot of alcohol.

"You could always call Pepper?" Bruce suggested, but it ended up sounding like a question.

"Business trip," Tony explained. He paused. "Hey, Point Break, you're kind of dating that one chick, right? The scientist? I've been dying to meet her, I hear she's really hot—Smart. I mean smart. Anyway, you dating the scientist?"

Thor smiled. "Ah, yes, Jane. Why do you ask?"

"Call her up. She probably knows how to cook tacos."

Thor paused. "I do not know how to contact her through your Midgardian devices. I will be back shortly." He summoned Mjonir, breaking a wall or two, and flew through a window, also breaking that.

"Sometime I hate that guy," Tony said. "Is it really necessary to destroy the tower somehow every week?"

"At least we'll get tacos," Clint said, thinking only of the food. Typical.

Thor actually returned with two women: Jane and Darcy. "Hello, friends!" Thor greeted the rest of the Avengers. "Meet Jane and Darcy!"

Jane smiled warmly at each of them, shaking their hands. "Jane Foster," she said to them. "So nice to finally meet Thor's teammates."

Darcy, meanwhile, was full-out fangirling. She was holding in squeals, practically bouncing. "Hey guys! Darcy Lewis." She turned to Thor. "Your friends are hot. I mean, I knew they were beforehand, cause, you know, you guys are all over the news and magazines and stuff, but in person... holy crap."

Tony smirked, Steve turned bright red, Bruce kind of smiled, and Clint smirked as well. Natasha figured Darcy wasn't talking about her, and even if she was, she didn't care. She was too busy sharpening a knife.

"Tony Stark, of Stark Industries," Tony introduced, approaching the women. "I'm assuming you've heard of me."

"Yes, I have, Mr. Stark. I'm actually really interested on your work on—"

"No, duh, we've heard of you, Tony freaking-billionaire Stark!" Darcy interrupted. "This is, amazing; I'm practically meeting five celebrities all in one day!"

"Can you cook tacos, Jane?" Clint asked, cutting to the chase. "Our lack of cooking skills kind of spoiled our fiesta."

"Oh, um... yeah, of course," Jane replied, and with that, she was down to work.

The whole time Jane was cooking, Darcy was practically interrogating the Avengers with very fangirly questions.

Jane and Darcy hadn't stayed for the meal, as they had places to be and things to do (much to Darcy's dismay). The Avengers didn't care—more for them, plus, guests tended to judge their... different way of life. Each of the Avengers were odd. Thor ate at least ten tacos, Steve drank an entire six pack of Dos Equis and still stayed sober, Tony was drunk as hell and was actually serenading JARVIS, Natasha shot the ceiling when someone noticed a fly buzzing around (and didn't miss—the fly died), Clint ate perched on top of the counter by the dining room table (as usual), and Bruce had to shut his eyes and count to ten to avoid Hulking out when Tony started crushing tortilla chips in Bruce's hair.

Needless to say, Cinco de Mayo was like every other day in the Avengers Tower, except with sombreros.