Viktoriya has just got her friend back after 70 years without him, when Earth is threatened by an extraterrestrial enemy, can she help unite Earth's Mightiest Heroes?
Movie - The Avengers
WARNINGS: Violence, Fluff, Possible Smut, Possible Angst
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Item 1:
I sit on the couch, wrapped in a blanket burrito laughing as Lucy and Ethel struggle to keep up with an increasingly fast conveyer belt. Steve sits next to me, "What's so funny?" Steve asks. "I Love Lucy." I answer. "What's that?" Steve questions. I slowly turn my head to look at him, like a menacing owl, "I've never told you about I Love Lucy." Steve shakes his head no. "Oh my god, I Love Lucy was a sitcom in the '50s starring Lucille Ball. An absolute icon. Anyway, Lucy wants to start a showbiz career but she usually just gets her and her husband in trouble. Her best friend Ethel and her husband usually get dragged into something." I explain excitedly. "So what's this episode about?" He asks. "Well, Ricky and Fred, the husbands, say that housework is easier than the 'real jobs' that they have. So they switch jobs. Turns out, Ricky and Fred can't cook or fold laundry and Lucy and Ethel can't keep up with the conveyer belt." I answer, settling back in as the episode credits roll. Steve flips open a small brown book and scribbles down 'I Love Lucy'.
Item 2:
"Hey Steve, I have a joke for you." I squeal excitedly as I rush into the kitchen. "Is this gonna be as bad as the vodka joke you told the other day?" Steve sighs and I gasp in offense. "How dare you! That joke is comedic genius if I do say so myself." Steve scoffs, "Oh you do." I roll my eyes in frustration, "Anyway, what did America give Russia for landing on the moon after them?" I ask. Steve looks at me in confusion, "What?" He asks. I presume he's following the structure of the joke and say, "A constellation prize." I laugh at my own joke but Steve remains quiet. "What?" I ask. "I don't get it. Russia tried to land on the moon?" He questions. I sit at the dining table in the kitchen and Steve takes a seat opposite me. "I'll keep this brief. There was a competition between the US and the USSR to try and show superiority in spaceflight. America won with Sputnik in 1957 and eventually we got people on the moon in 1969." I explain. Steve flips open his small brown book and scribbles down 'Moon Landing'.
Item 3:
Steve and I stand at the front of a mission briefing with Nick as he scolds the team of agents about their last mission. "Vik." He sighs and motions for me to talk. "Look to put it simply, I haven't seen a performance that bad in Berlin since David Hasselhoff sang on New Year's Eve in 1989. Sort your shit out or you're all on training duty for the new agents for the next month. Get out." I shout, pointing at the double doors at the last part. The agents scramble out the door and Steve turns to me. "David Hasselhoff sang in Berlin?" He asks. I laugh tiredly, "Yeah. New Year's Eve, 1989, he sang 'Looking for Freedom' an English version of an old German song whilst a bunch of people sat on the Berlin Wall and watched him in his crane. Apparently he played a part in it coming down but I doubt that." I explain, spinning slightly in my chair. Steve flips open his small brown book and scribbles down 'Berlin Wall (Up + Down)'.
Item 4:
Steve crunches on my popcorn as he jumps onto the couch next to me. "Whatcha watching?" He mumbles through a mouthful of said popcorn. "'Jobs'. I didn't get to watch it when it first came out because I was on a mission in Norway." I answer. "Jobs?" He asks. "Yeah, Ashton Kutcher plays Steve Jobs. The film basically follows his life from college to the introduction of the iPod in 2001." I explain. "Steve Jobs, that's the fruit guy right?" Steve asks. "Yeah, Apple." I say, engrossed in the film. Out of the corner of my eye I see Steve flip open his small brown book and scribble down 'Steve Jobs (Apple)'.
Item 5:
"Then I get night fever, night fever. We know how to do it." I sing as I clean my apartment. "What on earth are you singing?" Steve yells over the music. "Night Fever, the Bee Gees. Disco classic!" I reply before going back to my singing, "Here I am. Prayin' for this moment to last." Steve flips open his small brown book and scribbles down 'Disco' and I smile as I continue to sway my hips to the beat.
Item 6:
Steve and I blearily make our way into a restaurant in Chiang Mai, Thailand. Steve rubs his eyes as he takes a seat. A young man comes over to us and asks, "What can I get you?" in Thai. I smile and order for the two of us in fluent Thai, "Can we get Ab Ong Or, Pad Woon Sen, and Pad Kra Proa please?" I order. The man nods, "Of course." I hand him our menus, "Thank you." The food soon arrives, the aromas of basil, chilli, and coriander assaulting our senses. Steve looks at the Ab Ong Or, "What's that?" He asks. "Roasted pig brain, you have to eat it, it's mine and Nat's tradition." I explain. "Tradition is just peer pressure from dead people." Steve grumbles. "I'm alive, so is Nat." I say sarcastically. "For now." Steve mutters. "You don't have to eat this, we'll get a Thai takeaway back home for you, you pussy." I joke. Steve flips open his small brown book and scribbles down 'Thai food.'
