Welcome to my latest installment in the Avengers fandom! I'm making this a sequel to my one shot series "Of Highland Cows and Haggis", but I'm publishing this under all one name as several chapters. This is inspired by my summer trip to Australia this year, which was lovely, I'd suggest going sometime, though getting there was a real pain, it took us 2 days to get there . So I guess now, without further ado, I present Of Dingoes and Didgeridoos (Note: this is set in the same 'verse as my other Avengers stories, just so there's no confusion) Disclaimer: I'm only doing this once, so let's go: I don't own the Avengers, all the names of people and companies have been changed for privacy issues, and yeah. Enjoy!

As Steve stepped out of the airport, the only thing he could think of was how long that flight had been. They departed the LA airport at 11 pm on a Saturday, flew in darkness for 16 hours, 16 hours, and arrived in Cairns at 6:30 Monday morning. Trying to figure out the time change was giving him a headache, one he didn't need on top of the jet lag.

The seven Avengers stumbled, tired, out of the Cairns airport and towards the rental car lot, dragging their suitcases behind them. Tony's head nodded and he tripped over his feet, waking him up for the next few steps, then his head nodded again. Natasha's hair was in all directions from sleeping on the plane. All in all, they looked like they just walked off the set of the Walking Dead.

Everyone was glaring at Steve. It was his idea, after all, to go on this trip, since the one to Scotland had been such a great experience. He thought it was a great experience, at least.

"Every time I stand still, I feel like I'm still moving." Clint complained.

"That's what 16 hours on a plane will do to you." Bruce replied, his glasses slipping off his face.

They entered the rental car lot, and Steve walked inside and dropped off their confirmation.

"The man said we could pick anything in the third row." Steve said, pointing.

"We're getting the red one." Tony said immediately.

"No, I'm not riding in that." Natasha replied. "It's too small. We'll take the black one."

"But that's not in our row." Clint pointed out. "How about the silver one."

"I agree with Clint, we must take the silver one." Thor replied, his voice less booming than usual.

"Will you please make up your minds, I got no sleep on that plane and I will not tolerate much arguing." Loki said, agitated. The turbulence had kept him awake the entire ride. Even Steve had a hard time getting comfortable.

"Ok, as Captain, I am making an executive decision-"

"If we are pulling rank, I believe that me being a prince outranks you." Thor pointed out. "Therefore, I am making an 'executive decision' and saying we take the silver one."

Natasha won out, but only because she was elected to drive. Well, more like forced to by Tony, who whined about the possibility of him falling asleep at the wheel. Regardless of that, Tony called shotgun.

"Woah, the steering wheel is on the other side." Tony said as he opened the left side door to find the passenger seat.

Natasha stood behind him. "Yes, Australia and most of the rest of the world drive on the left side of the road. Now hop in."

Navigating out of the airport was easy, there wasn't anywhere else to go but to the main highway. But once on the highway…

"Tony, pull out the map and make yourself useful." Natasha said. "I have no idea where we're going."

"The Sea Breeze hotel in Palm Cove." Steve recited. "We have some really nice rooms there, and it's only about an hour from the reef."

"That really doesn't help me right now, Steve." Natasha replied.

Tony had pulled out a map from his backpack and unfolded it. "Ok, there should be a roundabout up ahead, take the second exit that says 'Mareeba'."

"But we're not going to Mareeba until later this afternoon." Clint mentioned. "Nat, pull over, let me navigate."

"Hey bird brain, I can do it just as well as you can." Tony retorted. "I drew out our route on the plane, it's right."

Natasha rolled her eyes, but took the second exit anyways. Tony turned on the radio, searching for a station.

"Come on baby, I'm in the home of AC/DC, someone's gotta be playing it." Tony muttered as he turned the dial on the radio. Finally, he found what he was looking for. He smiled smugly and turned up the volume. Steve closed his eyes and sighed. Hopefully it wouldn't wake Bruce, who was sleeping in his seat in the second row. Clint was next to him. Steve was in the back, sandwiched between Thor and Loki, Loki having passed out as soon as they got in the car.

"Next roundabout Tony, where to?" Natasha asked.

"First exit, towards Townsville." Tony said, beating out a drum solo.

"Townsville is way west of where we want to go." Clint pointed out. "We should take the exit that says Daintree."

"Taking the first exit." Natasha said and turned down it.

After an hour, they hadn't hit another street. Something was wrong.

"Hey Tony, where are we?" Clint asked. "Did we, I don't know, take the wrong exit?"

"Look, I mapped it all out, see? Right here. First exit." Tony replied, shoving the map into the back seat to show Clint.

"Tony, this route is junk! Were you high when you made this?"

"I was up 38,000 feet above the Pacific, yeah."

And that is how the epic battle between Clint and Tony started.

"My navigation is so much more professional than yours."

"Are you kidding? Mine drives circles around yours."

"GIRLS I AM PULLING OVER RIGHT NOW AND BOTH OF YOU WILL SIT IN THE BACK!" Natasha shouted and pulled over. "Steve, get up here."

Steve unbuckled his seatbelt and hopped out of the car, stretching his legs. Tony was mumbling something as he handed Steve the map.

"Hold on, let me figure out where we are…" Steve unfolded the map, found their location easily, and plotted a counter route. "Just turn around, then take the first exit to your left on the roundabout. If you just keep going straight after that, we should reach Palm Cove in about 40 minutes."

"Thank you, someone who knows what they're doing." Natasha sighed and turned the car around.

Forty Minutes later:

The Avengers pulled up, travel weary, to the Sea Breeze hotel. Parking the car, the tumbled out and grabbed their suitcases, walking into the open lobby of the hotel.

The rooms were assigned, and they plodded towards the elevator with the promise of sleep. They had two rooms. Steve, Tony, and Bruce, and Thor, Loki, Clint, and Natasha. Steve opened the door to their hotel room and walked inside.

The room was huge, with a large open living space and kitchen looking out to a covered balcony. There were two bedrooms and two bathrooms, and the view was spectacular. Steve set down his suitcase next to one of the beds and walked out onto the balcony.

I have a feeling that this will be a great trip. Steve thought. I wonder how long it will last.

Well? I hope you enjoyed, there is much more to come for our heroes. Please drop me a review if you would be so kind