A.n.: it's short, it's silly and it's terribly delayed, and I know I'm a horrible person for not updating sooner... Hope you still enjoy it though :)
Morning began with the group of eight surrounding the table placed in the dinning/livingroom for breakfast - almost a week into their confinement, a healthy routined had finally started to show its face.
"So, what are we gonna do today?" Asked Tony, mouth half full and mind trying to come up with something other than watching movies - a daring task given they could not leave the house, or use the internet, or even fucking walk (okay, that was just him and Steve, but you got the point).
"I was planning a complete check up on all of you, fresh bandages and possibly different medication depending on how the injuries are healing." Elena supplied dutifully as always.
"Oh, joy." Barton chimed in, not at all amused by the prospect of enduring so obvious help.
"Don't fret, Clint." Bruce spoke, pausing the subject until the end of the meal.
Once that was over, Steve cleared his throat to break the unconfortable atmosphere - nobody there liked being vulnerable, after all. "Who'll be the first, Ms Elena?"
Before she could answer though, a mighty thunder sounded outside (followed by the hum of heavy rain) and in less than a second all eyes were on Thor - whose response was an innocent look not even his brother could fake. "It wasn't me, my friends."
Sighting, Banner took off his glasses. "It's just our luck, a storm to lock us inside." Howerver, his true worry was how much 'the other guy' hated the constant noise.
"Not that it makes any difference." Natasha continued, neutral as ever (although Barton could see a hint of annoyance in her eyes).
Dettached from the conversation, Stark's eyes suddenly lit up at such a simple opportunity of distraction. Maneuvering his own wheelchair backwards, then spinning it around, he went for the backyard, atracting confused stares.
"Come on, people! Have you not had a childhood?!" Not that he had had one, but still...
Confused his team remained, while Elena just smiled and shook her head slightly.
"That's a most unintelligent question, even for you Stark." Loki replied, sarcastic as ever but amused nonetheless.
"Okay, I'll give you that two princes, two assassins, a nerd and a popsicle aren't the most normal folk, but fuck it, rain baths are too much fun to miss!" With that, the amusement deprived billionaire launched himself - clothes, chair and cast be damned - through the glass door (opened hastily with an unbalanced shove) and into the rain.
After a moment of hesitation the Avengers (minus Bruce and Steve), went after him in different degrees of excitement - as indeed all of them had much catching up to do with childhood.
Thor was the first after Tony (who was by now positively drenched and beaming at the half unexpected company), a big smile plastered through his features.
Then came Clint, happy for not having to deal with stupid injuries for the moment. He was followed by Tasha and Loki, who seemed torn between having fun and keeping up with their eternally serious demeanor - the first option visibly gaining ground as the three men already outside childishly laughed and moved randomly around as they could.
Soon, Banner and Rogers came to sit by the open door, both watching their team of grown up children (now five of them) have rare innocent fun for once - their own smiles pretty obvious.
Almost half an hour later, the clouds desapeared at last, leaving behind drenched gods, spies and playboy. Five towels, delivered unoticed by a certain agent, rested on one of the veranda's chairs - the other occupied by a sleeping Bruce (for a change relaxed by his teammates' carefree attitude).
Silently, Natasha fetched them (while Steve slightly shook his head in mock disapproval) only to throw one at Tony's silly smile and then hand the others quietly.
Thor, loving every bit of his big brother moments, helped a now brooding Clint to get dry; Loki just laid on the comfortable grass beside Stark and his soaked wheelchair, both not wanting to go inside so soon.
"Now we must go inside, my friends. Lady Elena has to take care of you all." Letting go of Clint and looking pointedly at his brother, the thunderer guided an unwilling Anthony inside. Tasha followed with Steve and after them came Barton and Loki, the team unanimously agreeing to let Banner rest in the breeze and soft daylight for a while.
Elena adressed the firstif the row kind of motherly. "Oh gods, Mr. Stark. Now I'll have to change you cast again." The first time been when the man soddened it on purpose during a bath.
"That was my intention, little one." He replied, not one to keep quiet and still wanting to delay the assistance.
"Shut up and go already, Tony. Let's get over with it." Clint chimed in, serious once again.
Through the next hours, one by one the momentarily sulking teammates were bandaged and medicated, then divided in the task of preparing lunch (which meant Loki and Tony playing chess, Clint hiding in his room, Natasha looking out of place in the kitchen and Thor burning onions instead of browning them while the other three actually did something).
Evening came, in which Loki suggested a chess competition that proved to be fun (strange people they were) - probably because they named the pieces after S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and each other and gave them new movements, turning the game on roleplay.
Soon it was night and all retreated to their chambers, willing the next day to be somewhat cool as well.