Beach Trip

"We are about to arrive at our destination," a robotic voice said.
"Finally!" Peter cried, "I want to get out of this van right now!"
"I understand just how you feel," Natasha said, nodding.
"Not long 'till we get there. Just be patient," Tony said from the driver's seat.
"I don't think I'll be able to for much longer." Bruce muttered, scratching at an imaginary itch on his arm and readjusting his glasses. There was a long silence in which all of them sat awkwardly.
"Look, there it is!" Hope said cheerfully, pointing. All of them turned their heads (except Tony, who needed to keep his eyes on the road) and stared at the beach longingly.
"Shall we take a shortcut?" Tony asked. Without any further warning, he pressed a red button on the van's board. There was a deep rumble and the van lurged, sending all the people in the back seats falling over each other in a sea of protests. The van's wheels suddenly lifted off the ground. Tony had just made the minivan fly. It was a wild ride that sent all of them falling over each ther whenever the van took a sudden turn. Most were thankful when it gently toiched down on the sand.
"Mr Stark?" Peter said.
"Yes?"
"That was awesome."

They all piled out of the van, some trying to keep their breakfasts inside them, others (like Bruce) askimg Tony how he had done it. He shruged the questions aside and popped open the boot. Everyone's stuff cascaded out of the back. Peter picked up his now flat donut floatie.
"Awww," he said. Carol patted his back.
"I got a pack of those in my bag." she said. They all watched the scene before them for a few moments. The sky was a nice shade of blue with a few cluds above, the sun shining down onto the golden colored sand. The waves laped forth and back peacefully, and somewhere along the beach there was a small stand with a man selling drinks. Otherwise than him, they were the only ones.
"This is great." Clint said quietly. "We won't have to sign autigraphs."
"That depends," Scott said, returning to his normal size and picking his bag up from the pile, "on the man in the stall. I don't know about you guys, but I think we deserve this after all our well deserved victories."
"Can we go now?" Peter asked impatiently. He was wearing his suit but had removed his mask long ago in the van. Tony pointed at a little white building at the edge of the sand.
"Those are the locker rooms. If anyone needs to change, that's the place." he said. Peter suddenly took off, running like a bulet.
"That kid sure is desperate." Hope observed.
"1), he's fifteen and 2) the poor fellah has been stuck in the back of that van for much too long. Like me. I'm off to change," Clint said, striding after Peter. Scott followed them, still dressed in his suit, and was tailed by a very quiet Bruce. The rest set off, walking towards the beach shore.

Soon all of them were wearing their beach clothes and doing whatever they pleased. Let's start with Wanda, Natasha, Clint and Scott who were riding the waves on surfing boards they had rented at the stand.
"Shall we see who can do the highest waves?" Natasha asked with a grin, sitting cross-legged on her surfimg board. She wore a pretty cool surfing outfit with the S.H.I.E.L.D logo on her sleeve and had let her short hair down.
"I think we all know who's gonna win," Scott said, grinning as well. Clint put on his sunglasses and stood on his own board.
"I'm up for the challenge." he said.

Next, there were Peter and Bruce just chilling at the bar, both of them speaking about science while sipping their drinks. I'm not even going to try to explain what they were talking about because even I don't understand it. Tony walked to the bar and ordered a drink. The man asked that instead of money he could get an autograph (Scott's theory proved to be right, after all). He turned to the other two.
"You should try the water. It's really good." he said.
"We will in a minute after we finish our drinks. Maybe after that we could go see those palm trees over there," Peter said, nodding at the spot with his head.
"Shou shouldn't go, young sir." the man said with a thick accent. "Coconuts will fall down on your head when you least expect it."
"Oh." Peter said. Bruce shruged.
"We will just be careful. Thank you for your advice, though." he told the man.
"My pleasure to serve an Avenger, sir." the man said with quiet reverence, handing Tony his drink and getting a signed photograph in exchange (Tony kept them in his pockets-- just in case) that he held with careful hands.
"Shall we go?" Peter asked, setting his glass down and getting to his feet. The three of them headed over to Steve, Caril and Hope, who stood watching an intense competition of surfing.
"What are they up to?" Bruce asked.
"Trying to see who can surf higher." Hope replied without taking her eyes off the competition. Peter shruged, walking over to the spot he had left his stuff at and taking one of the floaties. He tossed it into the water and looked at the others expectantly.
"Are you coming in or what?" he asked. Tony was the only one who stayed out (still finishing up his drink and not very keen to getting wet yet) and watched as the others had a water fight. After ten minutes of splashing, shouthing and shrieking, it was Steve who got out first and wraped himself in a towel. He had just began to open his mouth when he frowned.
"What's that thing?" he asked, pointing at the water. Tony narrowed his eyes. A triangle poking out of the water. Oh--
"Get out of the water!" he shouted. "Shark!" The first to hear was Carol, who quickly spread the message and got all of the others out. They stood there, shivering, as the shark got closer and closer.
"Wait a minute." Peter said, frowning. "That looks like--"
And guess who was riding at the back of the shark?
No, not Aquaman.
No, Thor is not here yet. Delayed.
Star-lord is bussy training the velociraptors. Did I mention that?
If, and only if, you have guessed Deadpool, then guess what?
YOU ARE RIGHT!!!

"HELLO!!" the man said, waving madly from the back of the shark that was trying to shake him off.
"What is he doing here?" Bruce asked.
"I never invited him," Steve said.
"He invited himself. Again." Tony said with a sigh. Typical Deadpool.