Avengers Oneshots

Avengers (1)

"Waking Up"

"GET THE FUCK UP!" Fury yelled, banging on Steve's door.

No sound came from within.

"STEVE! GET YO ASS OUTTA BED! TRAININ' TIME!" Fury kicked the door in, ripping the lock out of the fourth door that month.

Steve groaned, rolling off the side of his bed and falling with a bump to the floor, still half-covered in his American flag blanket.

Fury squinted at him. The mighty Captain America was flopped on the floor shirtless, his legs propped up on the bed. The director secretly wished he had a camera. "You wear boxers to bed?"

Cap threw an arm over his face, blocking the light out. "Nick, it's four in the morning... Just one more minute..."

"Up and at 'em, soldiers!" Fury kicked the bedpost, making it rattle and awaking Bucky, who slept on the top bunk.

"Go screw yourself, Fury," Bucky mumbled sleepily.

A loud crash came from the kitchen. "Man of iron, how do I work the toaster?" Thor yelled. "I wish to make the pastry tarts Natasha has shown me."

"Pop Tarts, Thor. They're called Pop Tarts. Here, let me," Natasha grumbled.

Fury left Steve and Bucky's room and traveled downstairs to Tony's lab, where he expected the billionaire to still be awake. No, Tony was sprawled over a keyboard, snoring in a puddle of his own drool. His normally carefully spiked hair was a gigantic mess, cowlicked in a dozen directions.

"Tony! Wake up!" Fury yelled in the inventor's ear.

Tony mumbled something about shawarma, shifted position so his head looked to the right over his shoulder, and continued sleeping.

Fury expertly hooked Stark's rolling chair out from under him and dumped him on the floor. "RISE AND SHINE!"

Tony screeched, no doubt confusing any bats still around. "Fury! What the hell, man?"

He caught sight of his reflection in a nearby machine and scrambled up. Tony raced around, desperately searching for something. He found a red zip-up sweatshirt with a hood, and yanked it on before throwing the hood over his hair. "JARVIS! WHERE'S MY HAIR GEL?!"

"The bathroom, sir," Jarvis's cultured British voice replied. "Where it is every morning."

Tony raced upstairs, muttering about his reputation, hiding his messy hair under his hood.

Fury returned to the kitchen to see Thor, hair in curlers, crouched in a chair too small for him, crunching into a Pop Tart happily. He waved when he saw the director. "Hello! Natasha has introduced me to your Midgardian delicious breakfast pastry... things."

"WHY AM I DUCT-TAPED TO THE BED?!" Loki bellowed from his room.

"That was Fury!" Banner yelled back, scurrying into the kitchen with a cereal bowl in his hands. "I've been up for a hour or so."

"Where's Agent Barton?" Fury asked.

"I'll go find him. Probably slept on the roof again." Natasha left the kitchen, hair standing out in a red halo around her head.

a/n:
Hey guys! Endgame and Pinterest inspired me to write a bunch of oneshots, and I wanted to share them with you guys! Enjoy!