SO I thought this was a good idea, since I'm bored and can't do anything (sprained my ankle; stupid clumsiness) I finally got it down. This was a lot of fun to write actually. :D anyway, enjoy.
After the cleanup of New York and Loki was imprisoned, all the Avengers moved into the Avengers tower, formerly Stark Tower. Here they live another life, a normal life some might say, without any drama and-
"PARTAAAAAAYYY!"
"Mr Stark, have you got all the preparations done for tonight's activities?" Steve Rogers asked the ego obsessed millionaire as he flew around the house in Mark 42, screaming. He stopped in his tracks at Steve's words.
"That sounded so wrong Rogers, but yes. I have," he said. "After a game of 'Try and Lift Thor's Hammer..."
"We dine!" The weapon Stark had mentioned flew through the door and hit Stark square in the chest. Thor smiled cockily as it returned back to his hand.
"Really?" Stark rolled his eyes as he returned to his original position. "After that, we can have a game of 'Who Can Make Banner Hulk Out and Destroy Half the City."
"You could make him give an appearance just by mention that stupid game," Doctor Banner remarked, not looking up from his experiment reports and notes he had got from the Tesseract readings.
"And we finish up the evening getting wasted and playing spin the bottle."
"Getting wasted?" Thor asked, as clueless as Drax when it came to metaphors.
"It means getting drunk," Steve said triumphantly.
"Oh, look. He understood that reference," the only female of the group walked in, her guns in her holsters even though it was a relaxing evening. "That's a start."
"Romanoff..."
"What? Just making a point," she smiled, gracefully taking her place next to Banner. Cries of "Hey! Wait up!" were heard down the hall as Clint was left behind by the Black Widow.
"Hurry up! We're just about to get the party started!" Stark screeched at the S.H.I.E.L.D agent.
"Hang on! I... I forgot my bow!"
"You don't need your bloody bow!" Stark shouted, taking a seat on his other sofa. Already bored, he picked up a newspaper off the table. "Bruce, why do we even have these with our tablets?"
"I don't want to do everything by technology, unlike some of us," Bruce muttered, still not looking up.
"Oh well," Tony began to flick through the paper, commenting on things, but I can't say what things as no one was listening. But they did start listening when he started shouting. By this time, he was already really drunk, and no one was taking him seriously anymore.
"Guys! We can get a job!"
"You have a job."
"I have found the most amazing job!"
"You have a job. Wait, Tony, what are you doing?" Banner actually put down his papers as Tony began to dial. In moments, he was on the phone for another job.
"Hi!" he said to the guy on the other side of the phone. "What? Yes! I'm interested in the job!"
"I'm surprised he can type," Natasha whispered to Clint, who giggled.
"Oh no not just me there's six of us. But you know, the more the merrier, that's what I always say," he giggled like a toddler, his speech slurred.
"Oh God," Clint facepalmed.
"What? I got the job? Great! I'll be there tomorrow with my friends. Yes I'll be there. We'll all be there! Yes you can..."
"That's enough!" Banner knocked the phone out of Tony's hand, and stamped on it.
"What the hell, Hulk!"
"Give me that," Bruce pulled the newspaper out of his hand, and searched for what he had just signed the super group up for. He found it.
" 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizza'? Isn't that that crappy pizza place with the creepy animatronics?" Clint asked the scientist.
"Yep. And the drunk genius just signed us up for a shift."
"Night... shift..." Tony muttered drowsily before falling asleep. It's certain he'd have no memory of the whole thing.
"Great."
