Tidal waves
"Woa, budy!" Deadpool was saying as the shark vigorously shook it's head.
"How did he know we came here, then?" Peter asked, watching the sahark try to shakre it's rider off.
"I honestly don't know." Steve replied with a sigh. Deadpool was finally thrown off, landing face first on the sea shore. The shark quickly swam away into the deeper ends, frantic to get away from the mercenary. Deadpool gout up, dusting himself off.
"How'dy doin?" he asked cheerfully, walking towards them. "You know, I had to steal car from one of your bosses and drive all the way here."
"How did you get the shark?" Bruce asked.
"Drove off a cliff." Deadpool said with a shrug. His eyes widened. "Is that a bar?" the others watched as he walked towards the man, covered in sand and dressed in his suit.
"Well, won't you look at that." Steve said flatly. "Let us hope he doesn't mistake water guns for actual guns."
We turn back to the surfing competition, which was getting pretty intense. Wand was making the waves higher with the help of her powers.
"We can go on like this for the rest of the day and none of you will beat my record," Scott was saying with a grin, sitting on his board.
"We'll see about that," Clint told him. They watched as Natasha surfed perfectly on the massive wave, trying to rise higher than Scott had done a few minutes ago.
"Shall I make the wave higher?" Wanda asked.
"Please do!" Natasha shouted over the roar of the water. Wanda nodded, raising her hands and making the wave even bigger in size. Natasha whooped in glee as she beat Scott's record. Clint gave her a thumbs up. Except... that wave was coming a little bit too fast. The shadow fell over them.
"Oops." Wanda muttered. And then it crashed over them.
Back at the beach, Deadpool was scaring the hell out of the bar man. He held a gun in his hands.
"Oops," he said "I'm afraid I left my wallet at my car, whuch, by the way, must be a the bottom of the sea." The barman pushed the drink towards him with a nervous smile.
"I-It's okay, sir." he said, eyes on the gun. Deadpool smiled under the mask, taking the drink from him.
"Thank you." he said, walking off. The man sighed in relief but shook like a leaf when Deadpool returned with a frown on his face.
"I just realize I'm wearing a mask. Do you have any straws?"
"Tony…?" Carol was saying. "Uh, that's not big enaugh for a tsunami, right?"
"Outcome of the surfing competition, girl," Hope said with a sigh.
"I'm going to move away." Peter said, walking , then running off.
"I agree with the kid. Bye!" Bruce said, running after Peter. The other four followed, the wave close on their heels. It wasn't a tsunami, but it crashed a lot further than the shore. As the water rertreated, they found Clint, Natasha, Scott and Wanda thrown around the sand, their boards either broken or wedged into the sand. Natasha coughed.
"I won," she said weakly, sitting up.
"Woa, what did I miss!" it was Deadpool running torwards them and throwing his drink into the water (the belarman let his face hit the counter of his stand when he saw him do this).
"A tidal wave. Well, I think I might have sea water up my ears." Clint said with a cough, sitting up without ease.
"Talk about it," Scott groaned, lying facedown on the sand.
Thor arrived a few moments after this happened, a beach ball under one arm. He frowned.
"What happened here?" he asked, looking around.
"A mini tsunami hit the shore. But hey, let's enjoy the evening. Tomorrow they want us to fight Thanos and I really am not in the mood." Steve said, coming over to him.
BONUS:
Tony's phone vibrated. He took it out.
"Hello?" he asked.
"This is Star-lord," the caller said.
"Oh, hi. Are you coming?"
"Nope. I've been ordered to catch a damn dinosaur that's running free around the park. You know, the hibrid. It killed a lot of people a minute ago, so yeah. It's going to have to wait."
"No prob. I'll let you continue."