Sherlock meets the Avengers- A crossing of fandoms

not acctualy part of the story but read anyway please.

Ok, so, this isn't part of the story line, but I saw something on pintrist and now I have to do it. I will get back to the story in the next chapter. The pic up top is the head cannon I'm useing.

Sherlock and John were in the calm bit of time where sherlock was not getting antsy just yet and they were free of cases. They were calm but bored. John decided that instead of getting Mrs Hutson to make tea for them, despite how many times she sais 'just this once' or 'I'm not your house keeper', John would make some tea himself. He knew sherlock would want some eventually, so John put plenty of water in the kettle to boil. He pulled out two mugs, the most cheesy ones he could find, and put a tea bags in each of them. They were only cheesy because they had their names on them. Molly had gotten them a couple years back for the two of them, not acctualy expecting them to use them. John had been growing closer to sherlock by the day, he could tell it was the same for his friend.
"I'm shocked you haven't complained about the lack of murder in London yet. Your useualy antsy by now." John smiled "you haven't even been in your mind palace! It's going to get dusty up there." He added jokingly.
"Oh haha. You think your so hilarious don't you?" Sherlock rolled his eyes playfully.
"It's true though! Am I not the most hilarious person in the universe?" John laughed.
"No, your not." Sherlock laughed back.
"*le gasp* I take offense to that!"John laughed playfully.
"Ya, sure you do." Sherlock smirked.
"I do." John smirked right back he heard the kettle boil in the next room, so he forced himself out of his chair.
"Do you want some tea, love?" John said nonchalantly, takeing a moment to realize what he said. He froze, turning beat red all over. He didn't look at sherlock, but he could Imagen he was just as red. It only took another second before John barrier his face in his hands and started stuttering out practicaly incoherent sentences.
"Oh my god! I am so sorry! I didn't mean to say that! It just slipped out! I- I... oh my god... this is so embarrassing! I swear that was not intentional!" John despretly rambled, not looking sherlock in the eye and covering his clearly bright red face. Sherlock looked similar to a tomato.
"John! It's ok! C-calm down! It's just a word. Nothing is wrong, it slipped out! I understand! Just move on!" Sherlock rambled, despretly trying to avoid this unavoidable situation.
"Fuck my life." John said, stumbling over to the kitchen. "I'm going to get some tea for us and then go hide in my room forever." John sighed, only half exadurateing. Sherlock had calmed down by the time he got his tea and took the chance to tease.
"Why Thankyou love. How very thoughtful of you." Sherlock smiled teasingly. John let out a strain of cures words as he ran and hid in his room, flipping sherlock off on the way. "Oh, don't be like that, love." Sherlock called after him, still teasing. John just yelled a quick 'fuck you' before slamming the door to his room. Oh, the teasing material that sherlock now possessed.