Chapter 21-Camping
By: MysticFantasy
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promt provided by Chikara-san
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"I so wish that I had been there to see and record that." Tony said.
"You're still too hooked on your tech, aren't you?" Clint asked. "Guess that camping trip didn't help much."
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Tony sighed heavily as he looked around.
Natasha was sitting on a rock a few inches away from him, soaking up the sun.
Clint was recling against a taller rock and looked too relaxed for using rocks as a chair.
Bruce was sitting closest to the water with a small fishing rod in hand. He was lightly muttering things to himself and this let Tony know that his friend was a little too into fishing.
Then Steve was a little bit behind them as he sketched the scene before him. Trying to capture the moment on paper and to prevent Tony from trying to run off.
"What is the point of this again?" the inventor asked.
"To try to get you to not be so dependant on your little gadgets." Natasha answered.
"It's good to know the basics." Steve added as he switched colored pencils from the little metal box next to his leg.
"Basics are so boring." Tony whined. "Plus it's hot out here and there's bugs. Not to mention all of the dirt and wild animals."
"Quit your crying, you big baby." Natasha said. "Someone like you needs to relax the natural way. No spa's, not working on your suits...Just getting away from it all for a weekend and bring your stress levels down."
"I don't have stress." Tony said.
"Everyone does, Tony." Bruce said before casting his line out into the water.
"No offence Stark but you've been looking a little grey in the hair department." Clint said with a little smirk.
Tony lightly glared at the archer before moving over to the water and looking at his reflection. He gasped when he did notice a few grey and white hairs. Not very visible unless someone was standing right in front of him but he felt that everyone in the world might be able to see it.
"Caused by stress." Natasha said as Tony continued to examine his hair.
"But I'm too handsome for greying hair." Tony said.
"It's not a big deal, Tony." Steve said as he once again switched colored pencils.
"Easy for you to say." Tony replied. "You're the one who's got the perfect golden hair and will never age a day in your life."
"I might find a white hair one day. Having blond hair will just make it harder to find." Steve said.
"You lie."
"Tony, why don't you try fishing with me?" Bruce suggested as he brought his line back in. "It can help you relax."
"If it'll help keep grey and white hairs from showing up, fine." Tony answered and walked over to Bruce who showed him how to cast the line.
The inventor swung the line back and then tossed it foward. His eyes went wide when he noticed a familiar sketchpad attached to the line that landed in the water.
He whirled around to see Steve with a shocked look on his face.
"Total accident." Tony declared.
"Now I'm the one regreting this trip."
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"But admit it, you love that studio I had built for you." Tony said.
"I don't see why I need such a big room just to draw and paint but yes, I do like it."
"You're an artist and artists need to let their creative juices flow." Tony said.
"Just like you let his sketchpad flow into the lake and down the river?" Clint commented with a grin.