Hello! This is a story for my friend, Taylor! If you didn't see my profile, she's the one who wrote little blurbs on it. So this is a story for her going away. So if you would be so kind and comment 'Good luck' or 'Have fun' or whatever you want and I will send this to her. It will make her day and probably think I'm a stupid person for doing this. SO PLEASE COMMENT, I WILL BE TAKING THIS DOWN AFTER HER LETTER IS SENT! THANK YOU IN ADVANCE!
Adventures in the Avengers
"This is stupid,"
"Tony, it's not that bad,"
"We are wearing leotards and pink tutus," Tony wrinkled his lip and pawed at the frilly skirt around his waist.
"Come on, do it for Thor,"
"I don't care about flipping Thor! We should have stopped him from watching those chick flicks," Tony grumbled. Steve sighed and shrugged at the unhappy man. Bruce walked into the changing room and flexed his arms in the mirror.
"I sorta like it,"
"Come on, Hulk! Are you for the enemy?" Tony grabbed Bruce's shoulders and shook him.
"First of all, don't call me the Hulk. Second of all, I'm sort of excited for this!" Bruce smiled at his friend and unhooked his hand from his shoulders. Clint came out of his stall and pulled a Grumpy Cat.
"Well, don't we all look dashing?" he snarled at his team mates. Tony came over to Clint and wrapped his arm around Clint's shoulder.
"See he's on my side! We are masculine," Tony motioned to him and Clint, "And you two are the sissies," Then he pointed to the two in front of him. Steve rolled his eyes and snapped one of his straps.
"Who ever said I liked this? I'm only doing it for Thor,"
"We are all doing it for Thor, except Tony,"
"He's doing it for the food," Clint rolled his eyes and pointed to Bruce waving a Ding Dong in his face. Tony growled at his team mate and crossed his arms.
"What kind of dance are we doing anyways?"
"Ballet," Steve crossed his arms and watched as Tony cussed. He heard the door open and Natasha walked in.
"Whoa, I guess he got you too," Clint whistled and looked at Natasha. She was wearing the same black leotard and pink tutu. She made a face and slapped Clint.
"Stop staring at my butt and get your sorry asses on the stage," She snarled at the group and spun on her heel.
"Time to go guys," Bruce happily exclaimed. He opened the door and motioned for the other three to go out.
"Avengers….Assemble,"
