Chapter 7
Bruce paused as he walked past the Avengers gym and sniffed the air. Something was up.
"ONE TWO THREE! ONE TWO THREE! ONE TWO THREE! KEEP YOUR CHIN UP ROGERS!" he heard Natasha order from behind the closed door. He slowly pushed it opened and his mouth nearly hit the floor.
"MY BALLET SHOES ARE TOO TIGHT!" Clint wailed as he tried to tiptoe in a little circle.
"Boy you look like bagel shop," Natasha said throwing a wad of gum at Clint's forehead.
"Huh?" they all asked in watery confusion.
"SHUT UP BARTON! I'M GETTING A TUTU WEDGY HERE!" Tony shouted as he twirled awkwardly.
"YOU'RE ARM LOOK LIKE DEAD CHICKEN!" Natasha said slamming her teacher stick beside the horrible ballet student.
"What does that mean?" Tony sobbed.
STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!
"Thor that's not dancing…that's prancing…" Natasha said dryly. Thor sniffled.
"It is the best I can do Miss Romanoff!" Thor sobbed.
"WHY ARE YOUR TEARS SO SMELLY?" Bruce asked in horror. The 4 Avengers continued to sob as they pirouetted across the makeshift dance floor.
"SAVE US BRUCE!"
"Oh no…not even god can save you now…" Bruce said closing the door slowly.
A/N: My friend's ballet teacher is Russian…a real Russian…we still don't understand what she meant by dead chicken. If you have a similar Russian ballet teacher – let me know.