Authors' Notes: (We do not own the characters from the Avengers. Others that show up though are ours.) This story is based off of notes taken by Clint and Thor. It was then written by Thor and Bruce. More details at the end.

Next Time

The Avengers made their way to the kitchen and began scavenging for food. Tony clearly had no intention of serving actual breakfast, and the previous day's sweets still sat on the table. Nonetheless, after taking their seats Clint and Thor decided that their breakfast will be well balanced. That is, consisting of equal parts cake and chocolate. They shared an epic high-five.

"Regretting high-fiving an Asgardian now?" Bruce commented, catching Clint cradling his hand as soon as Thor turned his back.

The super soldier, however, didn't seem to be satisfied with only junk food. "Tony, do you have orange juice?" Steve asked, looking over the soda left out from the night before.

"No, we don't have any." Steve opened the fridge anyway.

"…But there's some right there."

"Oh." Tony actually looked up from his smartphone in surprise. "Thanks, Pepper."

Not long after that Pepper came strolling in from the garage carrying one of God's gifts to humanity: donuts.

"Hey, I got some donuts! Do you guys want any milk?"

"We didn't have milk yesterday!" Tony cried in shock. Pepper gave him a look.

For one reason or another, as the others set things up for the final movie, Clint and Thor engaged in a serious discussion.

"-well of course she started out as a 2-dimensional character!" Clint cried. "The entire first movie was a made for television summer flick. No one expected it to receive the amount of popularity it did."

"I am sorry if I have offended you, archer, but is it too much to ask that the storytellers of Midgard's great Disney put a little effort into their tales? I am not requesting a work of your Shakespeare here. Merely that they give her more than a trope."

"Sharpay Evans is a great antagonist for the series. You're just jealous that her hair is shinier than yours-"

Bruce listened in for a little while, before concluding that not only did he not know what they were talking about, he really didn't care. Why did Clint and Thor know High School Musical?

It was a few minutes later that the stripper boy from the night before appeared. Could he somehow sense when they had food or something? At any rate, Alan strolled in like he owned the place and poured himself a drink.

"Wow, soda in the morning? Really?" Tony demanded, glancing at the miraculous orange juice and the milk Pepper brought. Clint gave him a hard stare.

"Yeah, I agree," the billionaire said, grabbing the other soda bottle.

Finally, that gang was ready to watch the last of the documentary videos. This one was of Steve fighting Nazis. It was a riveting tale of a young man coming to represent so much more. And seeing as Bruce was actually awake for this one he found it more enjoyable than the one they watched late last night. By the end they were all filled with a pride in being American, except for Thor, but he doesn't really understand how countries work yet.

The boys then headed back upstairs to wait out the time till lunch. On the way up, Thor declared he, Clint, and Bruce the best of friends, inviting them to join him under his cape once they got back to the blanket nest. With nothing better to do, Thor suggested they play an Asgardian game he grew up playing.

"It's not something physically harmful, is it?" Bruce asked, a bit concerned. He'd done a mighty fine job at containing the Other Guy so far and didn't wish to have an incident in Tony's house... again.

"Yeah, like swordplay," listed Clint, "or knife throwing or-"

"Ripping trees out of the ground," Tony added. Clint gave him a what-are-you-talking-about look. "Like you know their Viking ways any better."

"Nah, my friends, tis a game of wit and word."

"Then we'd love to play," Steve jumped in before Tony could make another go at the hammer wielder's heritage.

Thor smiled broadly and ran off to his pack. After rummaging through it for a few moments he returned holding a small silver and gold device. From the top and bottom it looked like a circle, but the sides were ovular, so it wasn't a sphere. On the front face there was a small screen of some kind, a large gold button below that, and three small buttons around the screens' other faces.

"This is called 'Sjekk Moderne Frase Ord' but that is irrelevant," Thor explained, "The point of the game is to guess the word on the screen. One person will say words to get the others to guess the screen word. The holder of the enhet is the called the Handhafi. The Handhafi cannot say words on the screen. If they do they are penalised. Once the word is guessed the enhet is passed and there is a new Handhafi. The entire time we are trying to guess the screen word, the enhet will be counting down. If you are the Handhafi when the alarm sounds, you are out. But we do not have enough people for that so we will just keep playing-"

"Okay, okay, let's just play," Clint said, seeing the looks on the others- faces. Bruce looked like he might want to discuss Old Norse linguistics. Tony just looked irritated. The game, it turned out, was far simpler than Thor made it sound. Clint described it as charades, with descriptions rather than acting, and Bruce later learned it was more or less the same thing as the human Catchphrase. It's surprisingly fun, and soon everyone-even Tony-was as enthusiastic as the Asgardian.

Despite how simple the rules were, it wasn't long before five different styles emerged. Tony explained his phrases by using them in other phrases. He also pressed the next button a lot, but even when he didn't skip phrases he kept getting food-related words; cookies in particular came up three times (SMART COOKIE, TOUGH COOKIE, and COOKIE CUTTER). Clint tried to explain phrases one word at a time and guessed (or was expected to guess) whenever someone got a word related to archery and shooting (DUCK HUNTER, SHARPSHOOTER, MASTER MARKSMAN, etc.) Thor did a surprisingly excellent job of guessing a large number of the words in general, though come to think of it he was the only one with experience. Bruce kept getting words and people that no one else knew or was able to guess-apart from Steve, who floundered over how to explain his words, but readily guessed things like COSTLY, INEXPENSIVE, and (in one case, just as Bruce was starting to define it) CHECKS AND BALANCES.

Tony described one word as "I have this". Clint skeptically asked if it was a heart; Thor and Steve both guessed things related to Bruce's suggestion: "ego problems." The answer was really BIG EGO. Similarly, Tony described his next word as, "Captain America is filled with this." Bruce immediately, and correctly, guessed "PATRIOTISM."

Lunch was chicken shawarma. By now, the Avengers knew better than to rely on their own cooking skills, and Pepper, whose ability to appear whenever needed honestly bordered on superhuman, was helping them with the grill. Clint, meanwhile, was rummaging through Tony's silverware drawer. He ended up with a set of chopsticks, which he tried and failed to use.

"Deadly marksman, right here," Tony commented snarkily. Clint made as if to poke out the genius's eyes with the wooden sticks. In his attempt to escape the archer's attack, Tony hid behind Thor, who had been meandering around the kitchen in his too-long cape.

"What if someone steps on your cape?" Tony asked. "Like, hypothetically, what about me?" Everyone stared pointedly at him.

"Why do you guys always pick on me!" He complained loudly, then went off to mope in some corner of the mansion.

Finally, and by that it really is FINALLY, it was time for the gang to go to the movies. They all head to the theater, where Clint got his bow and quiver inside without fuss. Tony complains and acts like a billionaire dragged to some lame theater. Bruce has mixed feelings about this whole idea, knowing the scenes his friends inevitably caused. Steve looked around at the enormous theater. By this point, he'd just given up. Thor asked for tickets at the counter. They took a video; it's funny. Knowing Tony, it's somewhere on the internet.

THE END?

Authors' Notes Con:

FINALLY IT IS DONE. WHEN ASKED IF HE HAD ANY COMMENTS TO ADD, BANNER ANSWERED WITH AN EXASPERATED "NO".