I wrote this on the way back from Saskatoon, and my silblings had gotten ahold of some of those darn ketchup chips. So I decided to write something with Canadian stereotypes. This isn't meant to put anyone down or stuff like that, because I am Canadian and I wrote it. Also, I just have to mention that Steve's hair- oh his hair! I've been tempted to make my brothers grow it out so that we could do the same to their hair.
I was lounging at home on the couch, half asleep and reading a book. Well, it looked like I was reading a book, but in truth I was just staring at the pages, because my vision had gotten blurry. Clint, Bruce, Tony, and Thor all went on a mission to Canada. Steve, being Captain America, had opted to stay home because he wasn't sure if he'd be respected and treated like a normal person. I wasn't asked to go, and I had no problem with that.
"Want to watch a movie?" I asked when Steve came into the room.
"Depends on the show." He had on a pair of sweatpants and another white shirt. Sometimes I wonder how many white shirts he owned, or if it was the same one. Looking down, I noticed I was wearing the same thing.
"Hey look- we match!" I laughed, before getting up and looking through all the movies.
Soon we decided on some animated movie about Robots, and were sitting on the floor playing cards. I didn't have very much time to learn new card games, so we played 'Go Fish'. Steve is a nice guy, who doesn't deserve all the harassment from Tony and Clint. I noticed how nice his hair was, and before I could stop myself, I reached out and touched it.
"You must be used to people touching your hair."
"Not really, but I understand the appeal. I work hard to keep it so luscious." We both laughed.
Thirteen game rounds later, the others got home. Tony had a plastic bag in his hand. The only thing that they had on themselves was dirt, so I guess they had to deal with the weak Canadian violence.
"The people there are so friendly. I heard that one time, someone broke into someone else's house and left fifty dollars to compensate for the broken door." Clint said, though he seemed disappointed that he was probably only brought to fly the jet.
"And we brought treats for you two slackers!" Tony said, throwing two bags of ketchup chips at Steve and I.
"I still can't believe that they really do say 'eh' and 'aboot'." Bruce mumbled, sitting on the couch.
"Hey Thor, can you pass me a Coffee Crisp?" Tony asked, and Thor threw the entire box at him. "Thanks!" He said weakly after the force rom the box knocked him on the ground.
I cautiously opened the chips, and the first thing I noticed was the smell. It was a horrible smell, and Steve though the same. We made a deal to try the chips at the same time, and each of us grabbed a chip. It smelled even worse up close. We took a bite at the same time, and they tasted dreadful. Clint caught the horrible face I made, as I chewed the chip.
"Oh, I thought you wouldn't like them. I'll take those." He said, stealing the bag. I had no problem with it, but I knew he'd eat them.
I went to sleep in my own bed, and when I woke up, Clint was across from me. He was asleep like a baby, clutching Babby. His breath stunk like those vile chips. Trying to get him out of my bed, I stole all the blankets, but when that didn't get him to move, I thought of another plan. There was no reason for me to leave my bed, so he was the one who needed to go. Getting up, I grabbed him by the foot and dragged him off the bed, down the hall, and into the kitchen. Going back to my room, I slept peacefully and without disruption.