"Life is booooring." Tony uttered, facing the livingroom ceiling. After things had been settled (without his input, he might add), the new girl had explained everyone's conditions in detail - medications, expected time for recovery, this kind of things - and then magically popped out of the room and into the kitchen while each Avenger talked about the latest Doom incident (seriously, that one was either a witch or as creepy as Widow).
Now, there was absolutely nothing to be done. No mission, no lab, no going outside, no scotch. Gods, even getting up from a fucking wheelchair wasn't a possibility at the moment.
"Stop sulking." Steve said, tired of this childish behavior.
"I'm not 'sulking'. I'm simply wasting my time analising the freaking ceiling."
"Could you please at least stop cursing?" So now even 'freaking' was cursing? Steve seriously needed to stop acting like the old man he was.
"Of course, Cap. Give something else to do then." While Rogers seemed to try and come up with an idea, Clint came out of his bedroom's corridor and sat heavily on the couch.
"Being wounded sucks." Captain opened his mouth to comment, but closed it again wisely deciding it would do know good to call on the archer's possibly inexistent manners.
"Tell me 'bout it." Five minutes os silence. This all days for a couple weeks and every little remaint of sanity left into Tony would become dust.
While the billionaire pictured his brain turning into ashes, Bruce appeared right in front of him. "Tony, are you o.k.?" He asked, concerned about the lost look in his friend's eyes.
"Sure, just wondering. Can one die of boredom?"
"We haven't been here enough time for you to be whining."
"I'm not whining, just...complaining about this awful situation."
"Complaining and whining are synonyms, Stark." Did Loki live to annoy him? Seriously. He walked into the room in the right moment to catch his little blunder.
"Shut up, Reindeer."
Five awkward minutes pass by then. Everybody just stayed silent and dejected, until Natasha materialized out of a door behind the couches to which no one had paid attention before this very second.
"Hey guys, I found some movies here. Anyone wants to give them a go?" A cacophony of 'sure's, 'yeah's and 'yes'es was heard immediately. The spy smiled (as much as she allowed herself) and took a seat beside Clint on the loveseat - 'how appropriate' crossed some minds around them. "So let's see what we have here." She proceeded then to unzip a large black case apparently containing dozens of DVD's and flipped through them.
Oh, JARVIS, I miss you soooo much!
After some time reading titles, the Avengers settled for both 'Fantastic Four', 'because of reasons' Clint had said - though everyone knew it was because the archer (conviniently) liked superheroes.
Stark was the only one who had seen it before - when it was released Loki and Thor weren't on the planet, Captain was freezed, Banner trying to avoid people and Barton and Tasha, well, were somewhere in he world doing something - so when the movie began the house was pretty quiet (even Thor, one might add).
That is, till the sixth minute of it, when Johnny appeared for the first time.
"Wait, wait, wait! Go back, go back!" Tony exclaimed seemingly out of the blue, reaching unsuccessfully for the remote control. "Did you see that?"
"That what, man?" Hawk asked, not happy at all that they hadn't even got to the action and were already being disturbed.
"It is Capsicle!" Steve didn't bother to complain - after some time with the billionaire one has to get used to nicknames.
"What is me?" The man uttered, trying not to let irritation seep into his voice.
"Johnny! Johnny is you!" Okay, now was a good time to give him a sleeping pill.
Calm as ever (not so much around her teammates, but still), Natasha caught the remote and went some time back in the movie, to the scene Susan says 'have you met my brother Johnny?'. And indeed, there he is, a sassy and younger version of the former soldier.
"Wow, he really seems like you, now that I look closely." Clint agrees, getting 'hum's of accordance.
"Just a little thinner and horny you!"
"Oh, Loki, so many midgardian terms you learned and you use it against our Captain?" Thor chimed in.
Blushing furiously as this Johnny guy kissed a stranger, Steve just gathered a few cushions under his right arm and buried his face in it. "Shut up you, I still want to see the movie." Natasha came to his rescue.
For the next hour they enjoyed the movie together - here and there snickering at the blonde's expense - and all but forgot their little situation.
A.n.: late update, I know. Sorry guys. It's hard balancing your time...
Anyway, hope you liked it :)
Lots of love, R&R