The Mimic - One-Shots

Ocean waves

Overview: The team decide to head to the beach on their day off. (This would be in the 'golden' era of the team, where they were still a tight-knit family)

Word count: 1,794

Warnings: None!

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Beach day.

It sounded great. The entire team having a relaxing day at the beach, completely rented out for themselves - thanks to Tony. Nobody to bother them. Just the sand, sea, and sun to enjoy. It sounded amazing on paper, but nobody had seemed to factor in the fact that it was the team.

They were the most chaotic, dysfunctional people ever. Hell, even the quinjet ride to the beach had been crazy. The amount of supplies needed for that many people made Natasha feel as if she was packing for an entire football team. Beach towels, sunglasses, clothes if anyone wanted to change, buckets, shovels, beach balls, coolers, and sunscreen. So much sunscreen.

It wasn't a surprise that so many shovels and buckets had been packed, a sandcastle competition had already been devised. The contestants had two hours to create the best sandcastle ever. No help from others, no predetermined moulds, just buckets, shovels, and sand. Peter, Scott, Thor, and y/n were the contestants, whilst Natasha and Wanda were the unlucky judges.

Sam had been on the roster to join the competition, but he changed his mind at the last second. He couldn't be bothered to be hunched over in the hot sun, carefully constructing a sandcastle. He'd much rather swim and mindlessly pass around a beach ball with Steve and Bucky.

Tony, Clint, and Bruce were all enjoying the hot sun and relaxation. They weren't interested in joining any games, Clint much more than the other two. Beach days with his kids meant that he'd be dragged around all day playing different games. It was quite nice just to sit and read a book.

Vision had found a nice spot in the shade, not wanting to risk overheating in the sun. It probably wasn't the best idea to bring him to the beach, but the poor guy didn't want to miss out. He was, in his words, 'quite content watching everybody have fun'. Plus, Wanda would spend time with him between observing the sandcastle competition, so that was nice.

Natasha didn't want to observe the competition. Yes, she was a judge, but that didn't mean she was going to play any part before judging time. She was laying comfortably on a towel, no sunglasses or anything to give her a weird tan line. It was just her and the sun. A perfect bliss for Nat. A water gun rested to the side of her, full of seawater and ready to fire at anyone that wanted to disturb her. It was mostly just so that she could pretend she was observing the competition and spray whoever was misbehaving, but she would very happily spritze Steve if he tried to stand in the way of her sun.

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Y/n was hunched over in the sand, eyebrows furrowed together, completely focused. She was determined not to lose. She couldn't. There weren't any forfeits for losing, just pride. Her plan was to create one of the many city streets, cars and all. It was definitely an ambitious plan, but y/n wanted to impress.

She had two buckets by her side, one full of seawater, and one full of sand. The water was to make sure that the sand stayed wet, which was pretty smart, actually. Wet sand was much easier to sculpt and build with, which was exactly what she needed for building a city street.