s apostrophe with a more
rating: g
characters: team!
summary: In which Tony brings up s'mores, the rest of the team has sad childhoods, and Pepper fields calls from the fire department about the Tower being on fire. Happy 4th of July!
s apostrophe with a more
"Oh, come on. Tell me that you've had s'mores before."
"I grew up in Brooklyn; if we were burning something, it wasn't marshmallows," Steve said when Tony looked at him expectantly.
"Seriously? How can you be Captain America if you've never had a s'more? S'mores are as American as apple pie."
"I'm Russian," Natasha put in.
"Had them once," admitted their other master assassin with a one-shouldered shrug, but it was clear he didn't intend to elaborate further.
"Don't even answer, we all know you haven't," Tony told Thor before the Asgardian could inquire as to what 'sumoores' were, and turned to Bruce. The scientist just smiled apologetically.
"I wasn't in Boy Scouts."
"And I thought my childhood was terrible," Tony said. "Clearly, this calls for a bonfire."
Later, when they were sitting on top of the STARK Tower with sticks in hand ("If we're going to do this, we're going to do it right.") and Jet Puff bags galore, Steve pulled his marshmallow out of the flames and looked at Tony.
"How exactly did you ever make s'mores?"
"Oh, I had a nanny who thought camping would be good for me," Tony replied, using his stick as a joust to get a better spot near the heart of the blaze. Natasha gave him a cool look that promised revenge was coming, at which point he poked her stick again just to make a point and then scooted over slightly. "She said it would be good for me to get away from the electronics for a while. I rewired her hand radio to broadcast a SOS after three hours, but by the time the rangers came she'd made a campfire and everything."
Before anyone could respond, the first fireworks whistled into the air and exploded, filling the sky around them with a blaze of color. The odd assembly of superheroes settled back into their chairs to watch, men and gods and agents who by all rights should never have rubbed elbows or worked as a team. And yet, here they were.
By the end of the night, the Avengers knew that Natasha's favorite fireworks were the ones that looked like fairydust, Clint had consumed more carcinogens than could possibly be good for him, and around the fire was a sense of contentment - of cohesion - that suggested, perhaps, they were there to stay.
the end