Avengers Oneshots

It's A Trip! P4 #Avengers

A/N they're arriving in Napa Valley now (finally, I hear you groan.) It's only this part and the next left. I was originally going to stop it here, but I wanted to write a bit about what they do while they're actually on holiday. Hope you had a great week and that you enjoy this chapter xx

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Driving a group of hungover superheros was... Interesting. Especially as they had to drive for 15 hours if they wanted to reach Napa Valley that day. On the plus side, they started earlier than planned seeing as almost everyone was already awake.

Stephen had woken with a start to Bucky shaking him. He'd jumped up, stumbled against the side of the bus, and failed miserably to create the Shields of the Seraphim. He ended up punching Bucky in the arm instead, before doubling over in pain - he'd hit the metal arm. Tony had woken up fine, almost completely normal, except slightly slower, and brought Stephen onto the bus.

Over the journey Tony had given Stephen the window seat incase he felt ill. They were both currently going through a packet of Polos and talking about the holiday. Tony wasn't sure what he wanted to do, he wasn't used to having much free time, and when he did, he spent it in his lab tinkering with machinery. Stephen was adamant he wanted to go snorkeling. His words were slightly slurred and he was laughing, desperately trying to pronounce jellyfish. Tony was smiling, wondering how he'd managed to get so lucky. He'd found the best idiot in the world.

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Rhodey had woken up at the commotion made by Stephen, and had elbowed Vision awake, who was now picking the remaining blades of grass from his suit. It was only when he got onto the minibus that he remembered he still looked like Steve, and switched back to his normal form.

They'd both gone to sleep after the bus started moving. Rhodey, trying to catch up on much needed sleep, and Vision, rebooting systems after the alcohol.

Rain was pouring outside. They'd received a beautiful sunrise, but clouds had come to cover it as soon as they started driving. It was now pattering calmingly over the minibus.

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Natasha had sprung back into the bus, seeming unaffected, while dragging a still-sleepy Wanda behind her. Wanda hadn't drunk anything as she had a pretty low tolerance and didn't want to lose control of her powers, she had missed out on 4 hours of sleep though, and wasn't pleased.

They were sharing earbuds and Nat was humming along softly. She had one arm around her grumpy girlfriend and Wanda's mood was slowly lifting. Nat's humming lulled her to sleep eventually and Nat smiled to herself. Mission accomplished. She knew all of Wanda's mannerisms, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant, and knew when she needed help to sleep.

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Sam was a lot more cheerful after the beer (Bucky had a good mind to make him drink more often.) He even made some jokes and didn't grumble at Bucky for the entire 15 hours. He'd started humming Back in Black a few hours ago and Bucky had eventually given in, joining in with Stayin' Alive. They were both stumbling through You Should Be Dancing, now, and singing in incredibly high voices, much to Steve's annoyance.

When they stopped for food around 2, Steve and Bucky switched over so Bucky was driving - he hated driving, but he was the only entirely sober one, and Steve was having a hard time staying awake.

Thankfully, the rain had dried up, and the sun was blazing down as Bucky started driving. There was steam coming off the road because of the heat. It was crazy to drive through - like a concert where they'd gone overboard with the dry ice machines.

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They arrived at the holiday house just after 11pm. Bucky's mood had tanked after he'd started driving, and it showed: they'd gotten there earlier than expected due to an unforseen increase in speed towards the end. Steve had been singing with Sam too, but stopped soon after Bucky started mumbling ominously in Russian.

He'd heard "Я почти уверен, что взял с собой пистолет" and "Я не могу получить штраф за превышение скорости, если я быстрее полиции," which loosely translates to "I think I brought my gun," and "the police can't give me a ticket for speeding if I'm faster than them" - among other suspicious phrases.

Natasha had taught him some Russian vocab frequently used around the compound after the last mission, and he was growing increasingly concerned for Bucky's sanity.

When Bucky had pulled up at the holiday house Steve and Sam had gone out to pull the cases out of the trunk. When Steve came to get Bucky, he found a passed out assassin, flopped over the steering wheel. Steve had picked him up bridle style and carried him into the house. He got to choose their room first, so they were on the ground floor. Steve, much as he loved Bucky, didn't think he could make it up the stairs while carrying him.

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Tony and Stephen had been the next in. They were both clinging to eachother sleepily and had barely made it upstairs when they both fell asleep on the first bed they found. Nat and Sam had to physically lift Tony onto the bed. Stephen had just about managed to get on, but Tony had passed out over the edge of it, and was face first into the duvet.

Wanda and Nat took the room opposite them. Wanda fell asleep pretty quickly too, while Nat was buzzing from the dregs of alcohol still left in her system. She unpacked and arranged the room for both of them, before curling up next to Wanda to try to sleep.

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Bruce and Thor were sharing the room down the hall with twin beds. Or at least, that what they'd been told. They hadn't quite realised the nature of these twin beds. Thor walked into the room and stopped abruptly, dropping his bag. Bruce, who wasn't paying attention, walked right into him.

"What's wrong? Please tell me there are two beds." Bruce groaned.

Thor turned around, his face covered in a huge smile. "I call top bunk!" He half yelled, before running into the room and scrambling up the ladder.

Bruce finally came into the room sighing. Could be worse, I guess. Throwing his bag in the corner of the room he pancaked on the bottom bunk and went to sleep. Thor did similarly soon after.

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Sam and Clint were also sharing a room. Thankfully they had normal, separate beds. Sam had gona to sleep pretty quickly, while Clint had stayed awake. His head was killing him, but he couldn't sleep. The tired feeling that came with wanting sleep just wasn't there.

Gulping down a paracetamol, Clint wandered out of the room to explore the rest of the house. Vision had gotten his own room and was reading Agatha Christie again; while Carol, Loki and Pietro were arguing over who got the last room.

It ended with Loki and Pietro sharing the room with Carol sleeping on the couch outside, in the hall. She didn't mind them sharing a room, but there was no way she wasn't going to listen in, just in case. She wasn't having them plotting unsupervised.

Clint continued his walk around the house. After walking through the kitchen he found the back door out to the patio. The tiles were still warm from the sun during the day. He strolled around the pool for a bit, arguing with himself silently. The roof looked inviting in the moonlight. But he was a guest. Guests don't walk on the roof. But... He was also an Avenger. He knew, if he were a civilian, he'd be proud to have an Avenger walk on his roof. I make a good point. He grinned to himself, before half running across the patio to the side of the house. He scaled up the stone wall relatively easily. It was one of the those big, sandy coloured ones, with stones sticking out at random angles in intervals. It's practically built to be climbed.

It was a perfectly clear night and he lay down against the heated roof tiles, careful not to dislodge any. The stars were gorgeous tonight. They spanned all the way across the sky. You just didn't get that kind of view in the city. Too much light pollution. Out here it was quiet. So incredibly quiet, and relaxing; comfortable even. Enough to make someone drift quietly off to sleep.