Note to readers: For the purpose of I find it hilarious, we are adding Loki to the story.

Scene: Avengers compound.  Breakfast time.  Some people are not morning people at all.  Hilarity ensues.

Loki: “RELEASE MY BREAKFAST, YOU INFERNAL CONTRAPTION!” (points Glow Stick of Destiny at toaster, toaster explodes)

Thor, completely oblivious to his brother’s irritation: “This beverage is delicious!  Another!” (flings coffee cup to floor, ceramic mug shatters, shards are everywhere)

Dr. Bruce Banner is attempting to get Loki to calm down, and tries to remind Thor that we do not fling coffee cups to the floor on Earth, especially not in the Avengers compound, and that we get up and get our own coffee, and is getting increasingly frustrated with both parties.  He is beginning to get a little green around the edges when in walks Tony Stark, just in time to make everything worse.

Stark, yelling: “What in the HELL is going on in here? Loki, that’s the sixth toaster this WEEK that you have destroyed!  No more toast for you!  Thor, how many times do I have to tell you that down here, you get your own damn coffee, and you DON’T FLING YOUR COFFEE MUG TO THE FLOOR?  THAT ONE WAS THE ONE WITH THE PICTURE OF THE CAT!  THAT WAS MY FAVORITE!”

The Asgard brothers are now both on their feet, and squaring off with Stark, who puts his hand up and is instantly in his Iron Man armor.  Now things are really bad, and what was once one very grumpy demi-god exploding a toaster, and a sunny natured demi-god flinging a coffee cup to the floor has now devolved into a full-blown fight, and everyone has forgotten about the mild-mannered physicist sitting in the corner who had been trying to resolve things….until he transforms into the Hulk.

Now all four of them are fighting, and while the compound can withstand it, things are getting broken, and it’s ugly. Cabinet doors are ripped off their hinges, chairs are broken, the table is smashed to smithereens, and at one point, the refrigerator is thrown across the room.  Finally, the fight is over, and all four are spent, breathing heavily, glaring at each other, and contemplating the mess.

In the doorway, Black Widow, Hawkeye, and Cap are standing there, staring at the chaos in front of them.  Cap shakes his head, says nothing, grabs his jacket and heads for a nearby diner.  Natasha and Clint exchange a glance.

Natasha: “Starbucks?”

Clint: “Starbucks.”

 

 

 

 

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