Author's Note:

Hello! I've had writers' block for a while now but I had this idea whilst looking forward to my friend's slumber party!

I'd just like to thank IAmSherlocked2000 for helping me with this! She's a great writer with Avengers and Sherlock stories so I suggest you take a look!

Please enjoy!

Thor was forever loathed for the idea of an Avengers 'Fun, happy slumber party night'.

Thor had the idea after about six plates of chocolate and two plates of strawberry pop-tarts. It was a spontaneous, completely random, idea but one that the god was most insistent on nonetheless. He thought it would be a brilliant plan to help the team 'bond' and 'get to know each other'. His ignorance was pitiable. He went to talk to each avenger in turn and asked them about the idea. First,Tony, who hated the idea but then realised it would be a great opportunity to cause chaos and agreed. Then, Natasha, who seriously despised the idea but had no choice. Next, Steve, who really just wanted to go to bed like normal but agreed to make Thor happy. After him, Clint, felt exactly the same as Natasha. Finally, Bruce, who just agreed to not cause a scene. Each one couldn't think of anything they'd like to do less than all get together in pyjamas and play childish games but disagreeing with a norse god, especially one with a hammer, wasn't such a good idea. So, they all were forced to agree.

At around 6:00 that same evening, the avengers starting arriving in the spare room. Bruce was the first to arrive, his pyjamas were green and purple but many sizes too big for him just in case he had a nightmare. He sat down on the small bed on one side of the room. Clint was the next to turn up, he was wearing simple purple shorts and a black vest. He sat on the bed next to Bruce and began to polish his arrows to pass the time. Steve arrived soon after Clint, he was wearing very traditional pyjamas, the old-fashioned, shirt and trousers ones. The only thing that was different about these was the american flags covering them. He sat on the mattress on the floor and it was only a few minutes when the next guest arrived. Tony was wearing checkered boxer shorts and a vest with his face printed on. It took a few moments for the group to process what he was wearing.

"Tony, what are they?" Bruce asked finally.

"My pyjamas... why?" he replied. Bruce just decided to drop the matter. Natasha arrived next in black lingerie and a black silk dressing gown. The group went silent and watched her tentatively as she walked to sit on the same mattress as Steve. She squished up next to him and took his hand making Steve blush bright red. Natasha looked over to Clint and smiled at his bored expression, then she looked to Steve and smiled. It took Thor about five minutes after that to arrive and nobody was expecting to see what they saw.

He walked in, as confident as anything, wearing nothing but the cape. Seriously, just the cape. It was enough to scar the avengers for life. They were all immediately regretting coming in the first place. The faces of the group were almost at grotesque as the sight itself. There were groans and shouts as they all shielded their eyes.

"God, Thor, seriously?" Tony said, looking away.

"Thor, oh my god!"

"Thor, put some clothes on right now!" Natasha shrieked. Thor frowned and went back out. He came back about two minutes later with golden boxers on and he lay on his king sized bed.

The avengers were ready and assembled for a night to remember. Or perhaps to forget.

"So... who wants to watch the games of hunger?" Thor boomed, bringing a dvd out of his bag.

Yes, definitely to forget.