*Avengers are all struggling to carry Mjolnir*
Steve: okay, Tony, it's your turn. But if you have another drunk rage, I--
Tony-Bologna: okay, o-- *belch* kay.
~one hour later~
Steve: okay, Tony, before you break your arms. Knock it off!
Tony: f-ffine, mom! *falls to the floor, crying*
Thor: you all simply do not get it.
Natasha: get what?
Hawkeye: oh, no.
Brucey-poo: what exactly are you implying?
Thor: you are all not worthy.
Tony: we effing get it! *cries more in Steve's arms*
Thor: of this diock!
Avengers:
Nick Fury:
Michelle Obama:
The lawd himshelf:
Me: ...
Loki: what the actual fuck?
