A New Place

Summer Fun

After our conversation we headed to the car and got into the black limmo with the rest of the Avengers. I think this might be nice for Tony. Ever since the attack with Gamma he's been really stressed.

"Who's ready to party!" Tony chimed.

"There are minors in the car Tony, I don't think what party you were thinking of is appropriate," Natasha stated.

"I think it'll be okay, just as long as no one overdoes it and he doesn't get any," Tony replied.

"If you say so," She replied, defiantly concerned but letting Tony take the reins. I personally think it's a bad idea but I'm the child here, but it is debatable.  
           The limmo stops and we get out at the privet beach that Tony purchased with him copious amount of money. 

"So who's ready to get wet!" Tony yelled, and I cringed at the innuendo. I don't think it was on purpose but because I am a teenager I will almost always think of these things when the present themselves. Steve tries to cover a laugh, but fails miserably. "Steve 'I'm not intersted in anything dirty and I will call you out on your bad language' Rogers laughing at something like that?"

"I was in the army, you have to remember that. Plus the fact that you didn't intend it made it all the funnier" Steve retorted.

"I thought of it the same way Steve did," I admitted. Everyone looked at me and then Tony who had grabbed a glass of what looked like something alcoholic. After everything went quiet we decided to go and start doing beach things. Clint and Sam were playing volleyball against Nat and Bucky. Steve was reading on a pool float while I was swimming around. Tony was at his little  bar thing that was on the sand (I don't know what those are called).

     It's been a few hours and Tony has become black out drunk, I never like it when he gets like this mainly because he's just really annoying and clingy. For a genus he can be very stupid.

"Okay, the sun is setting and I think we should go home. Plus Tony needs to get home before he has anymore Blue Hawaiian's," Steve began. "And I think we all need to get some sleep"

"Okay, I'll help Tony to the car," Clint offered.

"Yea, he always hits on me when I help him to the car," Natasha added.

"I-I'm not thhhhhhat dr- drunk" Tony tried to say, but he then fell onto his face on the sand. "Why did th-teh ssannd atack me?"

"I'm going to the car," I sighed. I love Tony like a father, but it's hard when the child is the more responsible one. 

Author's note:

I know this was short, I'm lacking inspiration. I don't know what the bar thing is called, I think it's a cabana, if you know please tell me, Enjoy!

-Pinkie