"Steve, I hope to god we don't have to wait in that line." Natasha said, noticing the mass of people crowded in front of the London Eye.

"Erm, I don't believe so." Steve said, trailing off at the end to dig through his backpack. He removed a passport sized handbook from his pack and flipped through it. "Yeah, thought so. There's a separate line on the other side of this crowd. I just need to show them this."

The avengers had gotten to their hotel unscathed, and marveled at how grand it seemed. They had three connecting rooms with views over a central courtyard. Judging by all the amenities the hotel offered, Steve was worried that he'd have to allocate time just to explore the hotel itself.

But right across the river Thames was the London Eye, a massive ferris wheel that gave riders a beautiful view of the entire city. Trying to skirt the crowd, the group weaved through the mass of people before congregating at the other side of the dock.

"London Pass, is that what it's called?" Clint asked, pointing to the sign.

Steve nodded, walking up to the gate and handing over the passbook to a man with a hole puncher.

"Enjoy your ride." He said, stamping out the 'London Eye' part of the passbook.

There were twenty people per car, standing room only, but allowing still space for photos.

"Ok, before we move, let me get a photo of you guys." Bruce suggested, and the group moved towards the windows. "Say cheese!"

The car gave a lurch, and the ride started. They inched forward higher and higher.

"Must we only travel at this speed?" Thor asked. "I'd very much like to see the view from the top."

"They have to stop each car to let people off and on." Steve explained. "The ride around is about 40 minutes."

"Look Brucie! It's the globe theater!" Tony shouted, pointing east down the river.

"Yes, we're seeing a play there...Measure for Measure...on Tuesday evening." Steve replied.

"The lewd one?" Loki asked.

Steve blushed. "Oh my god, is it?"

"Woo hoo! Full Shakespeare experience!" Tony said excitedly. "It's not Shakespeare if it's not loaded with innuendos."

When the group finally reached the top, everyone had their cameras ready.

"Hey Steve, can you take a picture of me with parliament?" Natasha asked, handing over her camera. Just as Steve was about to take the photo, Clint jumped in behind her and photobombed. Steve laughed when he saw the final photo. This was going on his facebook page.

"Seriously Clint? We're not ten!" Natasha scolded, but had a smile on her face.

"So which of our destinations can we see from here?" Bruce asked.

"Parliament, the Globe, I think you can see Trafalgar Square from here. Let's see….our hotel is just down that way...I'm thinking that's it for now." Steve replied.

The car started down again, much to everyone's dismay. Suddenly, an announcement stated that there would be professional photos taken on the descent.

"Guys, we need to do a silly photo." Tony said. "Let's jump up at the same time."

When the camera came into view and the countdown began, the group positioned themselves towards the windows, then jumped as the camera flashed.

"Hope that worked." Steve said. "We can check it out in the gift shop when we leave."

In the Gift Shop

"Does this sweatshirt make my butt look fat?" Tony joked, holding up a hoodie that said 'London' colored like the Union Jack.

"It sure as hell does." Clint replied, paying for his snow globe.

"Guys, guys, the next batch of photos came in." Steve said. "Come check it out."

The group gathered in front of the photo counter to see if their photo had been developed. Sure enough, there they were, some half in the air, others obscured by flying hair or limbs.

"I'm gonna buy it." Steve concluded. "We should get this framed."

"Yeah, we can put it next to the photo of us with snot in our hair after our dive in Australia." Nat remarked.

Steve bought the photo and stuffed it in his backpack. Checking his watch, he saw it was only 1:45.

"So we still have two hours to kill." Steve explained as they left the shop. "There's a pretty cool aquarium right next door, we could hang out there."

"What's your definition of 'pretty cool'?" Tony asked.

"They have a glass walk over a tank of sharks."

"...Ok, I'm in."

If you guys ever go to London, you need to see a play at the Globe theater. I got to see 'Measure for Measure', the same play described in the story. Despite not being very vulgar in text, on stage they took every opportunity, some even unscripted (one of the actor's pants fell down revealing him buck naked underneath), to make dirty comedy. It was so worth it.