i laugh at people who are like “we don’t need another spider-man trilogy”
no you know what movie we really don’t need
a katy perry documentary
can anderson just marry me already
Seriously. Anderson Cooper, you brilliant silver fox.
Steve’s often the last person to end up in the kitchen during these night time meets. He offers a quick nod to Tony, who immediately quips, “Alright, movie night. Star Wars. Who’s in?”
“Or…” Steve interjects, “we could watch the Wizard of Oz?”
Clint starts walking in the direction of Tony’s admittedly extensive entertainment centre. It’s one of his jokes that this entertainment centre is the main reason for Thor’s delay in going back to Asgard.
That, and popcorn, which is what Thor’s eating right now as the rest of the Avengers make their way into the large living room. There are a number of DVDs in Tony’s collection. Possibly the entirety of English speaking movies. Somehow, Thor always manages to find movies that either remind him of the relationship he shared with Loki growing up, or the tattered relationship that remains. Either way, he’s more than happy to turn it off in favour of whatever movie the others decide is to be put on.
Natasha sits in the next best spot in the room after the place on the couch that Thor’s. She doesn’t look at Steve as she replies to his earlier statement. “Steve we’re not watching that again. Or ever.”
Having finished his latest stash of popcorn, Thor decides it’s time for a change in diet. “We will need poptarts,” he calls to the kitchen, then lifts his hand when Tony throws a packet towards him upon entering the room.
Bruce leans against the arm of the couch. “I’m in… if Cupid’s in,” he offers, shooting a glance across at Clint.
“I’m in,” he says, with a game smile. “There’s beer, right?”
With beer and poptarts for all, the Avengers share each others company, marathoning and heckling the light sabre scenes in the Star Wars trilogy until the early morning sun starts to peek its way around the blinds.
I’m sure it’s the sleep dep making me giggle like an idiot over this but whatever… I’m giggling so I’m reblogging.
Manueluv and I are convinced Agent K is Coulson’s father. Hell, MIB is even owned by Marvel.
Welp. Never gonna unsee this.
AU → In which Wade Wilson is just a guy (with some serious skills, a can-do attitude and a screw (or two) loose) and Clint is the guy sent to recruit him. Hilarity ensues and Clint develops a thing for enchiladas.
Captain Narcolepsy on a quest for some ‘snooze time’