This is a oneshot set after CAWS but before AoU. There may be some slight OOCness, but I wanted to write a happier story for a change. This oneshot was written for Convergence Creation Week, which takes place on the amazing forum, The Convergence. Following a prompt, members can do anything with it in order to showcase their creativity. I decided to make a series of one shots and will be posting one per day. Today is day one of the Creation Week. I still don't own Marvel. The prompt I followed reads:
Arrival
Arise, get up, wake up, open your eyes, step out, move from where you are to where you need to be.
Morning with the entire team in the Tower was Steve's favorite part of the day. He was normally up before the sun rose, either spending the early hours in the gym or out for a run. When he would get back to the Tower, Natasha and Clint were normally up, both of the assassins not talking until they had their morning coffee. Thor would come in a few minutes later, meeting everyone up on the communal level.
Bruce and Tony were usually the last ones to arrive, with annoyed Bruce normally dragging a sleep-deprived Tony. Clint would toss Bruce the paper before bringing him over a cup of coffee while Thor placed his pop-tarts in the toaster. Natasha would look through the news on her phone, leaving Tony to fiddle with whatever device he was trying to create. Steve had been unofficially elected to be the breakfast maker, a title that he had no problem with.
Mornings when the entire team was present were rare. It was common that a few members would be missing due to missions, or Tony would refuse to come out of the lab, or Thor was off world, or Steve was still down in the gym. There were so many factors that kept them from all meeting in the morning.
And yet, it still happened. They would all be together, talking, laughing, eating, and bantering back and forth. Steve was of course happy to take part.
"Cap? Cap? Earth to Steve, come in!" Clint's still half asleep voice broke Steve away from his thoughts. He shook his head and smirked, looking at the archer. Clint gestured with his coffee mug to the toaster at the back of the kitchen, which was smoking. "Your daydream managed to burn the toast," he joked, laughing at how Steve's eyes widened and he immediately stepped over, quickly pulling out the blackened pieces of bread.
Steve then threw the pieces in the trash, still laughing to himself, and turned to the eggs.
"Did Steve burn the toast again?" Natasha asked from the couch, not bothering to get up. "Something's burning and Barton won't quit laughing."
"What do you mean, again?" Steve asked, confused as he placed a heaping plate of scrambled eggs onto the table. "I thought I got this job because everyone burns other stuff much more than I do."
Tony raised his voice from the barstool next to the counter. "I never officially voted for that. Did anyone else…?" he asked, placing down what he was tinkering with to spin a finger around the room.
"I thought he started because he didn't want you burning down the kitchen again," Bruce chuckled from behind the paper as he read through the news.
"Come on, Bruce, that was one time!"
"Twice," Thor interjected, placing his pop tarts on a plate and sitting down at the table. "Thanksgiving and St. Patrick's Day."
Tony nodded immediately, remembering both instances. "How did you learn to make breakfast, Steve?" he asked, swiveling back to face Steve in the kitchen.
Steve shrugged his shoulders, bringing over a plate of bacon and toast next. "It's not rocket science. Just a pretty standard breakfast. Eggs, bacon, and toast."
"And coffee!" Clint added, holding up his cup before taking a sip.
"Of course. And pop tarts for Thor," Steve chuckled, making sure the stove was turned off before he sat down at the table. "Breakfast's on!"
In the next five minutes, everyone had taken their seats and begun filling up their plates. The food didn't stop the banter and conversation, which flowed easily between the team. Natasha relayed information she had found online, Steve told them about a dog that had chased him during his run, and Tony attempted to explain what he was working on creating.
In all honesty, Steve sometimes wished that these types of mornings would never end. Eventually, however, they all did, often in many different ways. That morning, breakfast came to a halt when a message came over the PA system.
"Sir, there is an incoming message from Director Fury," JARVIS announced, making the conversation come to a halt.
Tony took another sip of his coffee. "Put him through, J," he instructed.
"Morning, Stark," Fury's voice flowed through the room.
"And rest of team," Clint muttered, chuckling as he buttered a piece of toast.
"Morning to you too. What's up?" Tony asked, cutting right to the chase.
"Intel recently got reports of a HYDRA splinter cell springing up a few days ago just south of the Canadian border. It was confirmed today," Fury relayed.
Everyone around the table nodded, although the Director couldn't actually see them.
"Wheels up in thirty. The coordinates are already programmed inside the Quinjet. It shouldn't be a hard take down, given the small size of the base, but I am highly recommending you send everyone just in case."
Since Fury was no longer technically a Director, the phrase 'highly recommend' had been used to convey his orders, which Tony half rolled it eyes to.
"Copy that, we'll be ready," Steve answered for Tony, setting his fork down on the plate.
"Best of luck to you," Fury added before the line cut out.
The entire team was silent for a few moments before Steve stood up and put his plate on the counter.
"One normal morning it all I want. Coffee, breakfast, television, sleep," Clint muttered with a smirk as he too began to help clean up.
Natasha batted him lightly on the arm with her spoon. "Quit your whining. Coffee will still be here when we get back. We're needed there, you know the drill," she reminded with a raised eyebrow.
"You know I know," Clint fired back with a grin, walking back and forth between the table and the kitchen with everyone else to clean up.
As Steve placed the last plate in the dishwasher, everyone hung around waiting for any further instructions. "Suits on, weapons ready," he instructed. "Everyone in the Quinjet in twenty, ready to go, and we'll go over mission plans on the way over."
"Aaaannndddd break!" Tony joked, clapping his hands together for everyone to disperse. "Thanks for breakfast, Steve!" he called before joining Bruce in the elevator and heading down.
"No problem," Steve replied quietly, shaking his head and smiling before walking out of the kitchen and heading down several flights of stairs to his floor.
Even when interrupted halfway through by a mission, Steve still loved the mornings with the team. They were Avengers, after all. They went from where they were to where they were needed. Normal mornings weren't exactly in the job description.