Author's Note: First I'd like to say thank you to my reviewers! It's so cool that people are reading my fic, I've been writing fics forever, but I just recently got a Fanfiction account. Thanks! I want to say thank you to each of my reviewers individually as well.

grishma239— I'm glad you like it! I have decided to continue this story, so you will have more to read :)

ErinKenobi2893— Yep, pretty much. Tony will be doing a lot more stupid things in the rest of this ;)

Lupinica friggasdoiter— I'm glad you seem to be enjoying it. Unfortunately, this fic probably won't have any GammaWidow, but if you'd like me to write a GammaWidow one-shot, see my profile on how to ask for one.

Also this fic takes place in November, so keep that in mind. Okay, this chapter was inspired by many things. A trip to Ikea with my brother and dad, cinnamon rolls from Ikea that my friend brought to a movie night, a tumblr post saying something along the lines of 'the thought of the avengers going to ikea and thor being able to pronounce the names is hilarious', and most importantly this fic from ao3 & tumblr: /works/2658455 , which I found on this blog: .com. Seriously, check out that fanfic, I pretty much made a rip-off of it. Oh, and the name of the product in here was totally made up. I know the accents mean things, this was just for fun, I did not intend to mock anything. Enough of this extremely long note, let's get to it!

Bruce sighed as he helped Tony fix Avengers Tower. One wall and two windows had been completely shattered, and various other items were somewhat broken.

"Hey, Bruce?" asked Tony. Oh no, what trouble is Tony going to cause this time? wondered Bruce. "I was thinking… A lot of stuff got broken in my fight with Thor, so maybe we should get some new stuff from Ikea? Yeah, let's do that. HEY GUYS-"

"Turn on the radio!" said Clint. They were on their way to Ikea. Tony had convinced everyone that it would be a fun, happy time, but Bruce wasn't so sure.

"No, Clint," he called back. Bruce was driving, and he really thought they should have used multiple cars, because everyone was pressed against other people. In the front seats, Bruce was driving, Tony was shotgun, and Pepper was squeezed into the micro-seat which was in-between. In the next row, Thor, Steve and Bucky were cramped together, and in the last row was Natasha, Clint, and Sam. Bruce could hardly move, or hear, for that matter. It seemed like everyone was arguing.

"Get your damn elbow out of my face, Barton!"

"Steven, you are compressing the contents of my stomach."
"No. Tony, stop."

"Sam, don't you dare tickle me— arg!"

"Well, maybe if you moved a bit to the left-"

"Tony!"

"Your arm is quite painful, Cold Soldier."

"No—haha—stop!"

"Well, maybe if you weren't laying on me-"

"If you do that one more time, I will murder you."

"Would you rather him lay on me?"

"Shit, Tony, stop!"

Bruce could already feel the headache beginning.

When they finally got to Ikea, Clint insisted on getting cinnamon rolls before shopping. Bruce had tried to protest, but Tony had already started walking to the cafe. Soon they were eating cinnamon rolls while walking through the store. It was hard to buy anything, because right when they found the right section, Sam would drag them to one of the house models, and they would forget where they had been headed.

"Okay, enough!" They still hadn't picked up a single item, and Bruce couldn't stand the constant bickering. "Let's split up. Tony, Pepper, and I will go find a new coffee table. Steve, you go with Thor and Bucky to find a new ceiling fan. Natasha, Sam, and Clint, you are going to find a few decorations to replace the ones Thor smashed. A few." Everyone split up, and Bruce had finally started to relax.

"Ooh, this table looks nice," commented Pepper, gesturing to a maroon colored coffee table.

"Yeah, I think it might work," Bruce agreed. Tony shook his head.

"Nah, we need something bigger."

"Okay, well what about this one?" asked Bruce.

"It's too big. We need an in-between." Bruce and Pepper sighed simultaneously, but they continued searching for the right table.

"Aha!" exclaimed Pepper, "I think I've found it." Tony walked over to look at the table in question. He wrinkled his nose.

"No, I don't think so," he said. Bruce groaned. He wondered if the other groups were having any better luck.

"Ugh, could you eat any louder?" complained Natasha. Clint just shrugged, continuing to eat his fifth cinnamon roll, smacking every time he chewed, mouth hanging open. "You're disgusting," she added.

"Hey, look! Another house model thing!" said Sam, his eyes lighting up.

"No," said Natasha firmly, taking hold of Sam's wrist and pulling him towards the decorative section.

They searched through the section, trying to find a few simple decorations. Or at least that's what Natasha was doing. Sam and Clint were picking up almost every decoration in sight.

"No." She put the piggy bank back on the shelf.

"But Tasha…" Clint pleaded, reaching for the bright pink bank again. She just shook her head.

"What are you going to do with a piggy bank?" Clint didn't have a response for that, but he stretched his arm in that direction longingly as Natasha dragged him away. She pulled him over to a section filled with vases. "Pick one vase," she instructed, then walked to where Sam was standing. "Find anything?" she asked. Sam nodded.

"I found a couple of decent paintings." Natasha breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe she'd only have to deal with one annoying child today. "And this!" Sam held up a clock shaped like a chicken. Or maybe she'd have to deal with two.

"A clock would be nice, but, please find a plain one," she said, then went back over to Clint. He held up a vase. "That one is nice, but really Clint? You're the only one who loves purple that much. Choose a different color and then come over to Sam and I." Clint pouted, but he put the purple vase with lavender polka dots back on the shelf.

"Allies, let us now commence the search for a fan which shall hang from the ceiling."

"Yeah, we get it, Thor. No need for the fancy language," said Steve, leading them to the fan section.

"What language of fance do you speak of?" asked Thor. Steve shook his head, and they walked over to the fans. The fans were a pain in the butt. They needed a ceiling fan that was easy to install, and since none of them were very familiar with modern technology, all the fans seemed much too complicated.

"I think this one might not be too bad…" said Bucky, "It's the…um…G-Greek-a-ham?" Thor and Steve walked over to the display.

"Nay, my friend. This is known as the Greck-en-heim," said Thor. Steve looked at the name. It was Grēêkåńhããm. Wow, that's a mouthful, thought Steve.

"Buck, look. You need Bluetooth and some usb cord. This looks way too complicated," said Steve. Bucky sighed in defeat. I give up, he thought.

By the time they all met up, they were exhausted. Bruce and Pepper were still angry with Tony for his indecisiveness, Clint was complaining about how tired he was every two seconds, and Natasha looked about ready to murder him. Bucky looked like he was close to tears, and a moment didn't go by where Steve didn't sigh. Even Thor had lost his usual cheer.

"Can we go now?" asked Clint, "I'm so tired."

So they followed the exit signs, happy that they were finally leaving. But, it turned out that the green exit signs led to exits that were personnel only. They started to follow the blue signs, and finally they found the checkouts. The lines were incredibly long; it was twenty minutes before they left the checkouts. They were about to go downstairs, but Clint insisted they use the shopping cart escalator thing. They found that, and then finally left the building. They piled into the car, and Bruce was glad not to hear the sound of arguing. They were all too tired to fight with each other. When they parked at Avengers Tower, they all piled out of the car, very slowly. It was understandable, they had been at Ikea for hours. Clint and Thor had fallen asleep, so someone had to wake them up.

Steve shook Thor's shoulder.

"Thor. Thor. Thor!" Thor mumbled some sort of battle cry and leaped to his feet. "We're home," said Steve.

Bruce watched as Natasha went to wake Clint up. The way she gently shook Clint's shoulder made Bruce realize she wasn't as austere as she acted.

"Clint," she said softly. Clint sighed, then opened his eyes.

"Tash? Are we home?" he asked. Natasha nodded.

"C'mon."

Bruce fell onto his bed with a groan. It had been a long day. He closed his eyes, and went to sleep.