Avengers’ Isle: Breakfast Time

Oh, you poor, poor people. I hate to leave you hanging, but… no, actually I don’t. I enjoy it. This is probably going to happen a lot. ūüėõ Hang on tight! Things are about to get crazier.

Tony scratched his head, yawning. It was too early to be awake. Natasha was crazy. How could she look so chipper, this early in the morning? And how in the world did she look like she’d just spent an hour doing her hair and make-up, when he knew for a fact that she had no make-up and had just woken up five minutes ago? At least Loki looked just as sleepy as he did. He would’ve laughed at how tangled Loki’s hair was, but he probably looked just as bad, if not worse.

Natasha sat down next to them, running her hands through her red hair. “Okay, we need to find some food. Loki, any chance you can use your magic to–”

“No,” Loki said, frowning. “I have already tried. My magic is not working.” He frowned over at his scepter. His Glow Stick of Destiny, Tony thought with a smile as he remembered the nickname. It certainly wasn’t glowing anymore. Tony figured that was good.

Natasha frowned. “That doesn’t make sense. Why not?”

Loki shrugged. “I do not know. It has not worked since we got here. Otherwise I would most certainly be somewhere else.” He gave Tony a glare.

Tony faked an innocent look. “Why would you want to leave our wonderful company?”

Natasha growled. “If you two so much as look at each other wrong, you’ll be tied to separate trees until your attitudes are straightened out. Got it?” Both men fell silent immediately. “Good. Now, my guns are useless, and we don’t know what kinds of animals and things are on this island.” She glanced at Loki’s scepter. “Anyone tried spearfishing?”

Banner didn’t know what time it was when he woke up, but the sun was just peering over the horizon. Fury was stirring what was leftover of their fire. He tossed a prepackaged bag of trail mix to Banner. “Here. That is probably all you’ll find for breakfast. I haven’t been able to find much else.”

Banner frowned. “Where did you get this?” he asked as he opened it.

“I like to be prepared,” Fury said as if that explained it.

Banner shrugged and dug in. The trail mix tasted good, since he hadn’t eaten much. “Have you seen any wildlife or anything?” Banner asked. He wasn’t too scared, but, honestly, he didn’t exactly want to hulk out on this tiny island.

Fury shook his head. “Nothing. No natives, either.”

Hopefully there weren’t any. Nothing like island natives with blow darts to stir things up. And bring out the Hulk.

I apologize for the short episode, but I honestly didn’t have much time to write this week. Longer post next week!

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Avengers’ Isle: Picklesticks

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“Oh, picklesticks,” Natasha Romanoff¬†grumbled. She pulled her gun out of its holster. “Ugh, I knew it.” She tossed it aside, sitting down on the warm sand and glaring at the endless ocean. Water and guns never mix.

And of course she had to be stuck with Stark.

“Picklesticks,” she growled.

She should be grateful that he actually saved her, but this was one of her worst nightmares. One of them. There were plenty worse, but this was one of the few nightmares that hadn’t come true.

Until now.

Alone, on an uninhabited island, with Tony Stark. At least, she hoped it was uninhabited.

Tony came over and sat down next to her, sighing. “The suit’s shot. I’m not sure what went wrong with it. We’re lucky we weren’t far from this island.”

Natasha sighed. “So we’re stuck. What are the chances that we’re going to be found?”

He grinned drily. “Not sure you want to know. Only slightly worse than our chances of surviving, though, I believe.” He balled up a fist. “It had to have been that friend of yours. It certainly wasn’t Loki, and with his arrow things he could easily blow¬†up the helicarrier.”

“It’s not Hawkeye’s fault!” Natasha snapped. “Even if it was him, it’s Loki’s mind control stuff that’s making him do it.”

Tony held up his hands defensively. “Okay, okay. Sorry, didn’t mean to insult your pal. I’m just saying.” He took stock of her face and changed the subject. “I wonder if any of the others made it through.”

Natasha shrugged. “Who knows. I–”

“Hello?” a voice said hoarsely from nearby.¬†Both of them froze and stared towards the voice. It was coming from the other side of the rock that protruded into the water. Natasha looked at Tony, waiting to see what he would do. He shrugged.

“Who is it?” Tony asked, his tone tough and angry, but Natasha rolled her eyes at his obvious bluffing.

There was a humorless laugh. “Just the person I wished to be marooned with.”

Natasha’s eyes narrowed and she groaned. “Oh picklesticks.”

Tony frowned. “Picklesticks?”

“Loki.”

Loki pulled himself over the rocks and landed on his feet. “Well, having a few chums here will be better than being alone, I assume.”

Tony growled. “Chums. Ha. Listen to me. One wrong move and you will be wishing you were marooned alone.”

Loki smiled. “Ah, I don’t think so.”

Now this was a nightmare. Picklesticks.