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"Hey, Tony, it's getting late," Steve Rogers said. "Are we ordering pizza tonight, or what?"
It was six o' clock p.m. The Avengers and Tony Stark's girlfriend, Pepper Potts, were hanging out in the Stark Tower, or, the Avengers Tower, as it was now called. Thor Odinson was on a short visit from Asgard, so they were chatting it up in the main room; Thor bringing them up to date on the activities in Asgard and the others updating him on their doings in his absence.
"Actually, I had something else planned tonight," Tony said. "Something special in honor of Thor's visit."
"Please tell me you're not making us eat escargots à la bourguignonne again," Natasha said.
"What! I thought you liked the escargots à la bourguignonne!"
"I think "liked" is pushing it a little… I mean I did manage to not barf it up… barely…"
"Anyway," Tony went on, "What I have planned for the night is not so much a meal as an activity."
"I am ready for any activity, Stark, but I must say I hope you do not intend to take us bowling again," Thor said. "I do not think we would be well-received after what happened last time."
"We don't talk about that, Thor," Pepper said quickly. Tony just shrugged.
"I freely admit, using Mjolnir as a bowling pin wasn't one of Barton's best ideas, but I can't say it wasn't original," he said, raising his glass of wine towards Clint in salute.
"My idea!" Clint exclaimed. "Give me a break, Stark, you were the one who-"
"As I was saying," Tony continued, talking over him, "You're all wrong. We are not going bowling and we are not getting escargots à la bourguignonne, although, personally, I kinda liked the stuff. Right up there with shawarma." He paused. The others were looking expectantly at him.
Tony cleared his throat. "What I have planned," he said, "is a camping trip."
"A camping trip?" Clint and Natasha said together.
Tony held up his hands. "Now before you say no, just think about it. It would be a fun trip, and I bet Point Break here has never been camping before; so it would be a good chance for us to show him what it's all about. Cause, I mean, we've all been camping before, right?" Silence. "Guys? We've all been camping before, right?"
"I have," Bruce spoke up.
"I have, too," said Pepper.
Tony looked toward Steve. "Cap?"
"Not unless you count sleeping on the ground and in the trenches during the war."
"How about you, Clint?"
Clint shrugged. "Not many opportunities to go camping when you're growing up in the circus."
"Natasha?"
"Well I've slept outside on missions before. I can put up with it, but I wouldn't call it 'fun'."
Tony shook his head in disbelief. "I can't believe you guys have never gone camping!" he said. "Are Pepper, Bruce and I really the only ones? Okay. That's it. We're all going camping. Tonight."
"Wait a minute, Stark-" "Come on, Tony-" "Shouldn't we at least take a vote?"
"What! No, there is no vote, there's just camping! It's already decided." Tony looked at Pepper. "You're free, right?"
She hesitated and bit her lip. "I'm really sorry, Tony, I don't think I can come. I mean we have that customer coming in tomorrow-"
"It's okay, Honey, just let someone else deal with it."
"I really don't think I can do that, this is a big deal," Pepper said. "But I want you to go."
"Are you sure, I mean I can-"
"No, no, it's fine. Really. You deserve a break."
He kissed her on the nose. "Two days. You're an angel," he said. Pepper beamed.
Tony stood up and walked towards the elevators. "Everyone hear that? Happy is dropping us off at Anniston Park in thirty minutes for a two-day trip. You have ten minutes to pack, and no one – no one – brings anything electronic." He turned around to face them and grinned. "We're going camping."