A Quinjet lands on a tall, sleek, tower in the middle of New York City with a huge A on the side. Three figures emerge from the jet and walk inside of the tower.

"Comrades!" Thor's booming voice echoed in the large, open common room of the Avengers Tower. The massive Asgardian ran to meet his fellow Avengers.

"Hey, Thor," Tony said tiredly. "I need a drink." The billionaire collapsed on a couch and searched through the mini fridge. Wanda fell into an armchair and Peter stumbled over to Tony's couch.

"Oof." Wanda sighed, pulling her jacket off. "That was exhausting" She took her shoes off and threw them on the ground.

"Yeah," Peter replied, massaging his forehead. "Anyone got a band-aid?"

"What did you do!" Steve exclaimed from the kitchen.

"Oh God, you're so overprotective," Peter muttered. "I scratched my arm. I'm fine!"

"Peter are you okay?" Tony sat up. "You didn't tell me you hurt yourself. If this were anyone else I wouldn't care, by the way." He announced.

"I'm alright. I'M ALRIGHT STEVE" Peter shouted as Steve attempted to put a large band-aid on his arm.

"That's a pretty big cut." Wanda pointed out.

"Would everyone stop worrying? I'm fine!" Peter grabbed the band-aid and carefully placed it over his cut. His brown curls bounced as he jumped up and hugged Tony and Steve. "See? I'm fine!" He smiled at everyone and picked up his hoodie. "I'm going to change" Peter announced. "Bye!"

"Okay bye, Pete!" Steve waved. There was a large crinkling of food wrappers as Thor tore open yet another box of Pop Tarts. He was eating so many that Clint had had to get a Costco membership to buy bulk Pop Tarts.

"Thor that better not be the last box of Pop Tarts," Clint said as he sauntered into the common room.

"Ah, my dear friend, Eye of Hawk, it is the second-to-last." Thor smiled, his mouth full of strawberry Pop Tart crumbs.

"Thor! You ate 19 jumbo Pop Tart boxes?!" Clint shouted, a look of amazement drawn across his face.

"Why yes, Eye of Hawk. That's only 456!" Thor smiled again, bits of Pop Tart spilling out.

"YOU ATE 456 POP TARTS IN A DAY AND A HALF!?" Clint shook his head. "That's gotta be a new record."

"Yeah. Beats his last by at least 100." Wanda winced. "Thor, you aren't going to throw up, are you?" She asked, scooting away from the Asgardian.

"Why of course not, Lady Maximoff. The only thing that makes me regurgitate is this healing drink the Healers give when you have a head cold. It is mighty nasty, I say." Thor shuddered. Clint and Wanda looked at each other exasperatedly.