*sigh* car rides
"I think I left my sun cream at home," Bruce Banner said, looking in his bag.
"I have an arrow for that." Clint Barton said. There was a quiet moment. "I don't. Sorry."
"We're still missing Parker," Tony Stark said, crossing his arms with a sigh. Today he was wearing a hawaiian shirt with a pattern of palmtrees, flip flops, his high tech glasses and cool swiming trunks with Iron Man's logo on them. So far, they were missing Parker and Romanoff. The Avengers who had 'assembled' were Tony Stark (Iron Man), Bruce Banner (the familiar green guy known as Hulk), Clint Barton (Hawkeye, who always seemed to have an arrow for something), Steve Rogers (the captain who was not oficially a captain but whatever), Wanda Maximoff (The Scarlett witch), Scott Lang (the Ant-man), Hope van Dyne (the Wasp) and Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel). Thor was going to meet them at the beach and Star-lord had said he would probably go (no one was too sure since the poor guy was stuck training a pack of velociraptors). They were getting all their stuff into the luxurious minivan that Tony had provided for the trip.
And sinse these people were often bussy saving half the world, ths little trip to the beach that Steve had organized seemed like a great vacation.
"There's the spider," Carol said, pointing. A small shape was swinging from building to building, coming closer and closer. Peter had a beach bag slung over his back and a Donut shaped floatie around his waist.
"Hello, Mr. Stark," he said. "I'm sorry I was a bit late but my aunt wanted me to take ten bottles of sun cream."
"Understandable," Stark said. "And you are not the late one. Natasha will be in less than a minute."
"Sorry to shatter your hopes, but here I am! And guess what, on time," Natasha Romanoff said, appearing from behind a wall. She was wearing a short dress, her short read hair tied back into a tiny ponytail. She had a fancy beachbag slung over her shoulder and she was wearing sunglasses. She tilted them down to look at them properly. "Are we leaving now?"
"As a fact, we are. Pile in, guys!" Steve said, opening the minivan' passenger door and slipping inside. Tony took the driver's seat and the others piled in at the back. Scott, who was wearing his outfit, became small as an ant and settled down on top of the driver's seat, watching as the others protested.
"That's my foot you are stepping on," Natasha was telling Clint.
"Sorry 'bout that."
"Hey, kid, do you mind moving your elbow just a little bit?"
"I'm fifteen!"
"I have a feeling that this is going to be a very long ride," Tony told Steve with a sigh.
"I can agree on that." the captain agreed. Tony moved the van out of the parking lot and backed out. And so the trip began.
(And sometimes you just wish you could have Doctor Who to just make a portal so the car ride would have been shorter *sigh*)
They were being watched from the top of Stark's tower by none other than Deadpool.
"Having a trip? Without me?" he sad to himself, mocking hurt "I guess i'll just have to join in." he jumped from the building's roof and landed face first onthe pavement. Strangely, the mercenary stood up like nothing had just happened and began his walk down the road, looking for a good car he could use. Oh, what a fun trip it was going to be!