Hello! My name is Dragoscilvio, and I'm a writer for various animes including One Piece, Yu Yu Hakusho, Fairy Tail and the movie Rise of the Guardians.

I love Avengers and have read their comic books and enjoyed the cartoons since I was young. I hope you enjoy this Drabble series!

Avengers tower, it was a warm summer day though the heat had apparently become a little too much as it drove even the most stalwart of warriors into the comfort of the air conditioned training room.

Steve practiced with his shield while Natasha bounced around the room playing a unique version of tag with their archer. Hawkeye perched high up in the rafters, aiming each arrow with a critical eye as he studied the widow's movements. She knew as well as he did that he was missing her on purpose, and while he knew the extent of his plan the assassin had yet to guess just why much less where the archer was herding her. Hoping to pull a fast one on her closest friend, the red head hopped left instead of her normal right, fighting to discombobulate whatever plan Clint had up his sleeve. Unfortunately that was the wrong move.

Just as she sent her body into a graceful spinning twist an arrow exploded over her head sending a net crashing down around her and successfully trapping her within its weave "Ugh," the woman grumped "I honestly thought I had you that time."

"Please," Clint scoffed with a dismissive wave "if there's one thing I know I'm good at, finding my opponents weakness and using it against them."

"Getting awfully cocky, aren't we?" Black widow queried one delicate eyebrow raised sardonically.

Clint merely grinned impishly in retaliation of said death glare "Hey, you beat me at everything else, I'm going to take what I can get and enjoy the fact that at the very least I can always win at tag."

Black widow considered sticking her tongue out, but quickly labeled the action as petulant before settling on turning her back to the archer with an indignant huff. Clint however was unfazed as he enjoyed a gut busting laugh loaded with sheer enjoyment. It wasn't often that the man got to see THE Black Widow flustered and frustrated, but it amused him every single time. As the archer opened his mouth to shoot what he hoped would be something to rile her up more, he was interrupted by his phone buzzing at his side.

Pursing his lips in mild confusion the archer grabbed his phone and pressed the home button on his iPhone to see one simple line of text sent from their resident billionaire genius' phone.

Avengers Assemble.

As one the trio practically ran from the training room and towards the sitting area where they had last seen Tony, Bruce Banner falling into step beside them while their minds reeled with what new challenge lay ahead.

There were many things that they expected, one was Loki standing in the living room over a possible injured or irate Tony. While still another expectation was Director Fury arguing with Tony over what was surely their newest mission, something they had seen so many times Clint could practically quote the age old fight (in truth he often would, most commonly after he turned off his hearing aids so he wouldn't have to listen and then sign the rest in ASL all the while rolling his eyes in thinly veiled tolerance). What they found though didn't even make it on their list, to be honest it wasn't even close to anything they expected.

For in the living room Tony Stark had surrounded himself with a chaotic mess of planks of wood, plastic bags of knobs and nails as well as countless papers. The man of Iron was sitting cross legged in the middle of it all and his face merely a pout of supreme aggravation as he glared at one of the papers currently clenched between two fists. The avengers paused, blinking slowly as they took in the scene while Clint cocked his head to the side one eyebrow rising towards his hairline.

"Uh…" Steve began his mouth twitching as mirth threatened to spill over.

"What's going on?" Bruce finally finished for him.

"What's it look like?" Tony grumped his eyes narrowing as he stared ever harder at the paper, leaning in close as if it held all the secrets of the universe "I'm putting together an entertainment center, thus Avengers Assemble."

"You want us," Natasha scoffed her own mouth giving away the intense amusement she was garnering from this "to help you assemble an entertainment center?"

Tony looked up from the paper giving her his most sarcastic Duh glare "Yeah!"

"But," Steve coughed hiding the laugh that bubbled up from his gut "can't you just hire someone to…" a small giggle escaped before the Captain cleared his throat free of the urge "assemble it for you?"

"Well yeah," Tony groaned "but Rhodey told me that he didn't think that I could assemble my own entertainment center because I don't know how to do" cue finger air quotes "mundane tasks by myself because I'm a spoiled rich kid."

"So what's the problem?" Natasha asked incredulously.

"The problem are these stupid instructions!" Tony finally bellowed crunching the paper up into a ball and throwing it across the room "I mean seriously, would it kill IKEA to make their instructions a little easier to understand?! Or do they take sadistic pleasure in setting up their customers to fail and sitting back to watch their meaningless efforts to build something that looks at least similar to the object they ordered in the catalogue?!"

Tony sat panting, his little rant leaving him breathless and more than a little aggravated while the Avengers stood in dumbfounded shock, each one staring at the inventor with varying degrees of confusion and of course amusement.

"Am I correct in assuming," Clint snickered as he struggled valiantly to compose his features into a more neutral expression "that you need our help to assemble this overblown TV cabinet because you," Clint snorted before coughing "can't figure out the directions?"

"I can figure them out!" Tony squawked as his bottom lip poked out in an indignant pout "It's just it's a lot to put together and I'm getting bored of sitting here all by myself, ok?!"

Steve merely gave a slow nod as silence once again reigned in the space before the Captain finally broke. It started with a snort, then grew into a giggle before suddenly the man who exuded calm and poise was doubled over stomping his feet as his face turned cherry red from oxygen deprivation. Gut busting guffaws resonated around the sitting area and became so infectious that the rest of the team could not hold in their own laughter.

Tony hunched over, his lip venturing out even further making him strongly resemble a sulky child "It's not that funny," he muttered picking at the material on his pants.

Natasha was the first to recover as her laughter slowly faded away only to be replaced by a barely repressed smirk "Actually it is," the assassin replied.

"Well if it's so entertaining for you," Tony huffed before gesturing around him "why don't you come down here and show me how it's done?"

Natasha pursed her lips in careful thought before sauntering down the steps into the wreckage "You're on,"

….

"I'm giving up," Clint groaned before falling backwards onto the floor spreading his arms wide "this is hopeless, IKEA has a conspiracy against the sanity of mankind."

Steve gave a hesitant nod his wide blue eyes scanning the paper in front of him "This is a job for…anyone other than me."

"So," Bruce looked up to glance at his team wearing goggles equipped with x-ray, night vision and magnifying lenses but still failing miserably at decoding the assembly instructions "what's plan B?"

"Hiring someone else to assemble it," Natasha growled.

"No!" Tony whined "that means that Rhodey will be right and I'll have to listen to him tease me about it for God knows how long!"

"Is that really so bad?" Bruce murmured wrinkling his nose as he adjusted the magnification of his goggles and squinted through the lenses "I mean, being hassled by Rhodey surely isn't as terrible as the level of torture we're currently enduring."

"Then you don't know Rhodey," Tony whispered in a haunted tone "he seems nice, but out of the two of us, he's the devious one."

Steve and Natasha traded looks of bemused curiosity before returning to their respective tasks until the tense atmosphere was broken by an agonized bark "That's it," Bruce snarled "no more! I'm going to Hulk out if I don't escape soon."

"Aw, come on guys!" Tony wailed "what's the point of being a member of the Avengers if you guys won't assemble?!"

"We assemble for interplanetary war," Steve snorted "we assemble to defend the innocent and defy tyranny, but…we do NOT assemble furniture."

"Cap's got a point there buddy," Clint stated holding up one finger from where he lay surrounded by paper and wood.

"Look, normal people do this every day," Tony spluttered "surely five highly skilled superheroes can do this?!"

"Can do what?"

The group looked up to see their resident Norse prince standing on the outskirts of the mayhem, a look of confusion etched across his chiseled features.

Tony was the first to reply, his pout clearly portraying the level of betrayal and maltreatment he was currently suffering from "We're trying to put together an entertainment center, but apparently the Avengers are not up to the task of helping their friend out by deciphering the assembly directions."

"Ah!" Thor gave a bright grin as understanding blossomed in his gaze "well then I shall assist you so to accomplish what mere mortals cannot!"

Clint snorted from his spot on the floor "This oughta be good," he signed to Natasha.

The assassin hid her grin behind her piece of paper as Thor stomped down to join them on the floor. Now all six avengers were seated on the plush carpet and analyzing the instructions with intense concentration. The Prince glanced at the paper, one hand elegantly reaching out to gather the others and arrange them chronologically. For about five minutes nobody spoke, allowing Thor the silence he needed in order to come to the inevitable conclusion everyone else had come to concerning the hopelessness of said endeavor. However they would be bitterly disappointed.

"Ah, this is simplicity itself!" Thor bellowed "Man of Iron, perchance you can assist me by handing me the plank on your right."

Within moments, Thor had accomplished more than the five Avengers had in the hours they had been sitting there, erecting the skeleton of the entertainment center and proceeding onto placing the shelves and preparing the class cabinet doors. Tony sat on the floor behind his coffee table, beating his head on the glass in despair while Steve looked on in shamed astonishment. Natasha appeared to be holding back tears and Clint had settled with pouting in the corner. Bruce was nowhere to be found, as he had vacated the room muttering about blond muscle bound idiots finding sense in something that not even two documented genii could do.

Within the hour the new entertainment center stood proudly in its designated spot, while Tony gave the finishing touches of placing personalized stickers on the glass windows "See," he crowed happily "now we each have our own cabinet for our favorite movies and we can just keep them in here so we don't have to keep running all the way down to our rooms to get them when we want a movie night!"

Natasha shot a glare at the inventor "I'm not watching anything in here," she pouted "just looking at that thing makes me sick to my stomach."

"I feel that," Clint muttered "I mean seriously, the guy who can't even get modern English right was able to put that together in forty-five minutes, and we were sitting here like clueless idiots trying to figure it out? Movie night with that thing would be like inviting your ex to an engagement party, sure you're having a great time, but you have to look at your failure the entire night."

Tony deflated more and more with each rejection until he finally cast pleading eyes at Steve, making the Captain cough nervously "Look Tony," he said in what he hoped was a gentle tone "I kinda get where they're coming from, but I promise I'll watch movies with you in here…eventually"

Tony pursed his lips before turning around and stalking out of the room "You guys are evil and rude…and I'm not talking to you anymore."

"Let's see how long that lasts," Natasha smirked.

"I give him an hour," Clint shot back.

"Oh please," Steve scoffed "you know he won't last five minutes."

To be honest, Tony didn't last even half that before he came back into the room ranting about his latest invention to anyone who'd listen. Though if anyone came over to the tower later that week they would notice a new entertainment center, though not the one that was assembled by the Norse prince. That one is currently on Thor's floor in his room as no one really went over to his quarters for movie nights. No, this particular one was delivered and assembled by an expert team of movers, and if anyone asked about where the old one went the questions were quickly stifled by a glare from a certain red haired assassin.

The Avengers are many things, but as they had discovered furniture assembly was not their forte which is to this day still a taboo subject and I suggest you never mention it if you value your life.

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