Steve was rapidly losing his patience, though he'd never admit it. Keeping his siblings accounted for and on track was like trying to herd cat. No it was worse. A herd of cats wouldn't be this cruel.
Fury would be here in less than an hour, and not one of them, besides Steve himself, had even started to pack. Thor, the only one he might have relied upon, was busy trying to coax loki out of his locked room. Tasha kept attempting to pack clothing that made Steve turn red at the very thought. And Tony wasn't helping, at all. The younger boy was sitting on the kitchen counter and eating cookies out of the cookie jar (both of which he was sure were against the rules) and regarding Steve with such a smug, secretive smile, it made him squirm without knowing why. (Steve would find out later that Tony was the one who'd dared Tasha to do it. And Tasha, being the fearless type, had agreed immediately.) Steve was beginning to understand why his parents stocked so many bottles of aspirin.
Finally, 45 minutes later, Steve had finally managed to rally his siblings into some semblance of order and get them to finish packing. And just in time; mere seconds later, the doorbell rang.
Surprisingly, Loki was the one who opened the door (he wasn't known for his tolerance of strangers- or even family at times) and Steve hurried to intervene. It wasn't Fury, though. A uniformed chauffeur stood on the sidewalk, in front of a gleaming black limousine. Without too much effort, Thor and Steve packed their siblings' suitcases, and off the kids went.
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