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Happy Dance (Avengers/Loki/Bucky x reader)

(PURE CRACK!FIC. This is what happens when my friend and I are awake until about 2 AM)

"Where are we going, Nat?" you asked. You were having a very bad day. It had started bad when your alarm hadn't gone off when it was supposed to and it only got worse from there. It ended with you losing your job. "Just shut up and come with me, Y/N." You sighed and followed the redhead. You didn't expect her to lead you inside a theater. "Natasha, what are we doing here?" She shot you a look, daring you to ask one more question. You held up your hands in surrender.

"Y/N, Natasha!" Bruce called. He was sitting in the house, with Clint's wife at his side. "Will you tell me what's going on?" you asked Bruce. He gave you a smile. "We know you've a few bad days so the team decided to do something for you." Your brows furrowed at his cryptic answer, but you sat down. Laura had her phone out and it was pointed toward the stage. What the heck was going on?

As soon as you were comfortable, music started. You recognized the opening right away. Everyone would have. It was the start of the Circle of Life. You gasped. They didn't?! The curtain rose and your jaw dropped. Instead of what you thought it would be, you saw a blushing Bucky standing center stage. Even from your seat, you could see the glitter all over him. The worst, or rather, the best part? He was wearing a sparkling red, black, and silver tutu.

It took everything in you not to burst out in a giggle fit, but when Steve appeared, you couldn't hold it in. Steve was also wearing a tutu, but his was red, white, and blue. Steve ran gracefully toward Bucky and the two of them did a lift ala Dirty Dancing. Except, when Bucky lifted Steve, his balance was off, and they both fell backward. Steve rolled before his face could hit the floor and you were shaking trying to hold in your laughter.

Tony showed up next an, in typical Tony fashion, he was over selling it in his red and gold leotard and tutu. He did some very ungraceful leaps across the stage and nothing he was doing complemented what Steve and Bucky were doing. Clint appeared, strapped in a harness and swinging above everyone else. "What is going on?" you asked between giggles. The focus on Clint's face was comical and Laura was shaking so hard you knew the video she was trying to capture was going to be wobbly.

"Look out below!" a younger voice called out and you glanced up to see Peter swinging in. "Show off!" Clint cried. It was mayhem. You had no idea what they were trying to do. Tony, Steve, and Bucky were all attempting to pirouette around the stage. "Forgive me, but I do believe you are doing that incorrectly," Vision told them as he, Wanda, and Pietro came onstage.

Vision attempted to do a pirouette and was actually pretty successful. Until Pietro spoke. "Zhat is nothing. Vatch zhis, Y/N!" Pietro did one, then another, and another until he was pirouetting so quickly, no one could see him. Unfortunately, he started going too fast. He spun all around the stage, knocking everyone in his path down. It was then that you noticed Thor in the background trying to pull someone else on stage.

"I will not!" You recognized Loki's voice. "It's either this or back to Asgard with you, Loki," Tony threatened and Loki appeared. He danced onto the stage with Thor, trying to avoid the fallen Avengers. He was doing really well until Peter accidentally shot a web at his feet. Loki fell flat on his face.

By this time, you were doubled over in your seat with laughter. "What on earth is happening?" you gasped out. Everyone on the stage tried to get up and finish whatever weird dance they were doing, but they were all too busy laughing now too. "You didn't like our happy dance, Y/N?" Tony asked, with a playful pout. You snorted and actually fell out of your chair. "Like it? I loved it!" They all cheered. "Great! Could someone get me down now? This harness is squeezing in all the wrong places," Clint commented. This time, it was Laura who laughed loudest, dropping her phone in the process.