AN: Hey guys! I AM SO SO SO SO SORRY! I just haven't been in the mood to write and so I didn't want to upload quite yet... Good news is though, there shall be TWO chapters up tonight (As long as I remember ;) )... YAY! And I only have half a chapter to do before the whole story will be finished!
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Disclaimer: I in no way own any of the Avengers, anything to do with Marvel comic rights etc etc. I think you all know the drill by now! I do own the plot line and the writing so please ask for my express permission before recreating any of my work.
Eva
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"Why the hell are we at an art gallery? I thought we were supposed to be relaxing, not dying of boredom!"
"Just be quiet Stark."
The avengers were standing outside an art gallery in the rain. They were all quite tired and grumpy, Bruce had had an 'episode' and they always made the team cranky. But Coulson had forced them, well Fury had forced them, well Natasha had forced them to continue and no one had the balls to say no. But Steve was particularly annoyed at Tony and no one knew why, well they knew the basics but not the details.
"What's up with you two loverboys? Bit like Janto you were, except, more John and Jack… that reunion in the bar… Anyway, what happened?"
"Shut up Clint!"
The rest of the team exchanged glances. It obviously wasn't going very well…
Natasha smiled, "To answer your previous question Stark, we are at an art gallery because my method or relaxation is painting. So let's go in, but just a note of warning, if anyone, even thinks of splashing paint onto any article of my clothing, I will personally ensure that they will not be alive to watch the new series of Torchwood. Understood?"
They all nodded meekly.
"Good! I thought that would be your response!"
The avengers shuffled slowly into the art gallery, Tony and Steve trying to keep as far away from each other as possible. Natasha led the way to a back room, where various easels and canvases were set up. Paint had been laid out of pallets and paintbrushes were resting in small cups of water. Natasha walked straight over to one of the easels and sat down. The rest looked at each other before sitting down in other areas of the room. A few people got started right away, and the room was filled with the sounds of paintbrushes, brushing over rough canvas, smoothing down paint and the splashes of water. No one spoke at first and Coulson could feel himself start to relax. He even sat down at an easel himself and was just about to start painting when:
"What are supposed to be painting?" Tony… He was sitting on his stool, twirling a red-paint covered paintbrush around the place, causing little splatters of paint to fall onto the ground, his clothes and the canvas. (Although, it wasn't intentional for any paint to go onto the canvas.)
"We are supposed to painting whatever we want to paint. You're the so called genius, why don't you figure it out?"
It was evident from Steve's comment that he was still, very much annoyed at Tony.
"Wow! That was so helpful Captain America! What would we do without you?"
Coulson put his head in his hands. 'For once', he thought, 'For once I thought that we were going to actually relax on one of these sessions.'
Luckily, Clint stepped in and saved the day (Or so he says), "Calm down Tony… Just grab something from around the room, put it down in front of you and then paint it. Or paint something from your imagination."
"Or I could pay someone to be a life model!" Tony smiled self-satisfactorily.
"Or you could do that…"
Natasha glared at Clint and signalled in their secret language, 'What the hell did you do that for?'
Clint gulped and then signed back, 'What do you mean? I stopped them fighting! I thought that was what you wanted!'
'I did! But I also didn't want Tony to pay someone to stand naked in front of us because that will ruin his and Steve's chances of ever working out!'
'A life model is a naked model?'
'Focus Clint, but yes… You need to give him something else to paint!'
'Like what?'
'Offer to go shirtless, that will put him off the idea!'
'Hey!'
'Shut up Clint!'
Their conversation was cut off and Clint removed the indignant expression from his face. "Actually Tony! That is such a great idea! I know what will make it even better though! If I go shirtless as well! Then you will have even more choice of what to paint or draw!"
Tony looked undecided for a minute before shaking his head, "On second thoughts, maybe that life model isn't such a great idea…"
Coulson sighed in relief. "You know what Tony? Maybe you could paint your latest design, or one of your suits, or anything like that?"
Tony looked at Coulson and nodded, "Maybe…"
That was good enough for Phil, crisis averted! For now… he got back to his easel, he was trying to paint Pepper something but he didn't know what she would like… Maybe he should draw a flower of some sort? Definitely not a rose, his painting and drawing skills were slightly lacking, maybe a daisy, or something simple… He could always do a butterfly and ah heart… They were pretty easy!
"My painting is done! You can now fawn over it!"
Everyone turned to look at Thor but no one got up.
"I said; my painting is done! It is a masterpiece!" He shook his head. "None of you are interested in 'Bilgesnipe Emerging From The Water'? It is an original Odinson painting that would fetch for gold in Asgard! It depicts, a troop of Bilgesnipe, emerging from a river at dusk, the weakening sun shining purple on their backs. It is the classic sign of victory!" Thor gazed disbelievingly on. "I do not understand you humans… How are you not interested in this? I am Thor Odinson!"
Coulson put his head in his hands once more. This was going to be one of those 'I am' days…
"I am Tony Stark!"
"I am Thor!"
"I am Ironman!"
"I am a God!"
"I am a sex icon!"
It just kept going back and forth.
"I am owner of eight-legged horse!"
"I am owner of a sky scraper!"
"You both need to sort your grammar!"
"Shut up Clint!"
Coulson stood up and made calming gestures with his hands, "Okay everyone, calm down. Enough of your silly rivalry. How about you paint something else, or, you could look at everyone's paintings and offer help."
Thor nodded and moved to look over Steve's shoulder.
Steve was painting something that vaguely resembled a person. You could make out bright blue eyes, dark hair and not much else.
"Who is it? Those eyes look very much like… OMG! You are painting Tony!"
The whole room ran over to look at Steve's canvas. He was blushing beetroot red and was trying to cover it up.
"So you are! That is lovely Steve, really lovely!"
Tony also looked quite red and so tried to shrug and go back to his own easel. Tasha and Clint both catalogued the reaction in a corner of each of their minds and then smirked slightly, almost in unison.
"Let's move on Thor! Bruce's painting looks interesting!"
Coulson was trying to save Steve from any more embarrassment but it wasn't really working. Thor did move on though. He wasn't impressed by Bruce's Picasso style self-portrait and complained that the shade of green wasn't quite right. He appreciated that Natasha's painting was very detailed and looked expertly done, but he said that the image of a torture chamber would only inspire fear, not courage, like his would. He said that Clint's caricatures were wholly inaccurate and deserved to take a visit to his niece, Hel. Moving onto Coulson's artwork, he said he liked the colours but the outlines were slightly messy, though he thought Pepper would like it, of course, not as much as she would dearly love 'Bilgesnipe Emerging From The Water'. Lastly, moving on to Tony's he said he was bored by it and didn't see the point in painting a stupid shield. (He didn't realise whose shield it was though…)
As they all were leaving, Thor rushed back into the room, claiming to have left something behind. Coulson wasn't that worried though. He was quite pleased with how the session had gone. He was disappointed that the art gallery wanted to keep the canvases so that they could whitewash and reuse them but we could always get something else for Pepper.
Suddenly alarms went off and as the avengers turned around, they saw Thor hurtling towards them with something canvas shaped under a blanket. Three security men were chasing him, all with at least one bruise on their faces. At the team's incredulous looks he shouted out, "What? I couldn't leave 'Bilgesnipe Emerging From The Water' to the mortals! They would sell it for profit and not give me any credit!"
Coulson sighed. It was just typical. "Okay everyone, let's get back to the chopper so that we can get back to base."
Back at base…
"Okay, let's see what the big deal is about this 'Bilgesnipe Emerging From The Water'"
The Avengers looked under the blanket and exploded in laughter.
"What? What is so funny?"
Thor marched up the painting and ripped off the blanket. He stared in disbelief. He had picked up Clint's painting by accident. "How did this happen? I know that the painting I picked up was from my easel!"
Clint just smirked, "I figured you could bear to leave your, what is it called? 'Bilgesnipe Emerging From The Water' behind and so I swapped our paintings."
"Damn you Clint Barton!"
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