Thank you all so, so much for those wonderful reviews!

To say I was shellshocked would be an understatement.

I can't believe I'm uploading another chapter this early, but you deserve it. ;) I do have to warn you, this chapter is rather short. It's a bit of a teaser for the rest of this little expedition... But I couldn't resist - I dare to guess I'm not the only one who has been in closer-than-comfortable quarters on a family road trip.

Entry #32: Camping Trip [or, "Are We There Yet?"]

Clint and Natasha were sitting up front.

Steve, Tony, and Thor were smashed in the middle seat.

And in the back sat Loki and Bruce; Clint had arranged the seating in a way that he thought would be least stressful. Well, for everyone but Loki. Putting him in the back with Dr. Banner seemed to have a very nice, silencing effect on the usually cheeky demigod.

"Tony, your elbow is poking me in the ribs," complained Steve.

"Well then scoot over!"

"I AM scooted over! If the window was open I'd have fallen out by now!"

"Hey, Nat? Can you roll down Steve's window? I need more elbow room."

"That's mean!"

"Don't be so sensitive. It was a joke."

"It didn't sound like a joke…"

"Did you pack any snacks?" inquired Thor. "I'm hungry."

Tony glared at him. "We did, but you devoured them all before we had even pulled out of the parking lot."

"I did not!"

Steve sighed. "Can we just stop arguing?"

"Lighten up," snapped Tony.

"Are we there yet?" Thor asked loudly.

Natasha decided that this would be a good moment to intervene, and suggested cheerfully, turning around in the driver's seat to glance back at her little troop of boys, "Shall we sing a campfire song?"

Tony groaned, burying his head in his hands. "NO! Let's just turn on the radio or something. Find a good rap station."

"The radio doesn't really work up here," Nat reminded him. "I vote for a campfire song."

"But—"

Natasha interrupted him by shouting out, "The other day, I met a bear, with tennis shoes, a dandy pair! The other daaaay IIIII meeet aaaa beeeeeaaaarrr… with tennis shoes aaaa daaandeeee paaaairr!"

Clint took up the repeat, and the two assassins practically rocked the van with their singing.

"He looked at me!"

("He looked at me!")

"I looked at him!"

("I looked at him!")

"He sized me up!"

("He sized me up!")

"I sized up him!"

("I sized up him!")

Natasha glanced back at the boys again. "C'mon, all together now!"

Steve started singing along immediately, delighted at this pleasant, quirky diversion, and eventually Bruce's gentle tenor could be heard as well: "He said to me, 'Why don't you run? I see you don't have any gun!' So I did run away from there, and right behind me came that bear!"

Tony put his fingers in his ears and shrank down in his seat as Thor caught on and began belting out the lyrics. The demigod couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, but he made up for it in volume.

"Oh, Tony, don't be a spoilsport!" chided Natasha. "SING!"

Tony did not sing. He just sat there and wondered why the windows hadn't started breaking yet.

"Ahead of meeeee

I saw a treeee!

A great big treeee!

Oh golly-geeeee…"

Is it just me, or is that not the most catchy, horribly annoying ditty on the face of this good earth?

~Alassiel