Marvel One Shots

Camping Part 1

A/N: hello guys, gals, and all other identities! This is a mini series/ one shot thingy? There'll be 3 parts to this series thing, and I'm actually really excited to write it! Some things to note:

~ Sam and Bucky aren't a couple (yet)

~ Infinity war did not happen in this (I just want my children to be happy)

~ I'm going to try my best to get this ficlet done in two weeks but I'm a master procrastinator so we'll see

Anyways, enough chat, onto the story!

"I'm telling you, I don't know where it is!" Steve yelled at his husband, slamming his hands on the table. Sam, sitting besides him, jumped at the sudden noise, nearly spilling his coffee.

"Well shit, am I supposed to know where the remote is all the time? I swear to god!" Tony shouted back, storming past the blonde, leaving Sam, Bucky, and Steve all sitting around awkwardly. Steve winced at his outburst, thinking about what just happened. He hated it when Tony and him fought. It was probably the worst part of their relationship.

Suddenly, Natasha stomped into the kitchen, dragging Bruce in by his hair. She dropped him on the hardwood floor and whispered a few choice words in his ear before standing up. "This asshole broke my nail. I should cut him open with it." She gave Bruce a death stare, kicking him with her foot. The curly haired man shot Steve a pleading look, begging him to reason with the woman. Before he could say anything, Clint and Wanda walked in, deep in an argument. Vision trailed behind them, awkwardly staring at his feet.

"Oh I'm sorry, but pineapples DO belong on pizza!" Clint snapped, staring her down. "You're wrong." Wanda responded coldly, glaring back at him. This turned into an intense staring contest, which Clint promptly lost. He huffed angrily and plopped down on the couch, burying his face in a pillow.

Tony finally walked back into the room with Peter, only to roll his eyes as he saw that almost the whole team was in the kitchen, except for-

"Greetings Mortals!" Thor yelled merrily, waltzing into the room. "Shut up Thor." Everyone groaned on cue, already irritated from their individual quarrels. For a few blissful minutes, everyone was too annoyed to say anything.

"Guys." Steve was first to recover.

"We need a vacation."

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"What do you mean a vacation?" Sam asked, taking a sip of his coffee that was probably way too strong.

"We need to get out of this cramped tower," Steve explained, earning a playful glare from Tony. "And we need to just... go somewhere. Everyone should come with us, I think Tony has a pretty inconspicuous van we can all fit in, so we could bring that. I don't know where we'll go, but it doesn't really matter, as long as we all go together."

"What about the fact that we can't leave earth undefended?" Clint deadpanned, sitting up. "Well... We could call up Stephen, or the Guardians-" "Okay, okay. Stephen is a go, but DEFINITELY not the guardians, okay?" Steve said firmly. "Oh, I know!" Peter interrupted his pops, waving his hand in the air eagerly.

"Peter, two things. One, this isn't a classroom, you don't have to raise your hand, you're 19. Secondly, who is this person?"

"Wade's dad! His name is Logan or something. Wade was telling me about him!" He smiled, glad to have seemingly solved their problem.

Steve and Tony wore identical frowns at the mention of Wade. However, if the Logan guy could help keep the world safe, he might be worth a shot.

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A few phone calls later, everything was sorted. Logan and his team, along with Stephen, would help defend the earth for a few weeks. Tony also equipped an urgent button into the van, so that if all else failed, they could summon the Avengers to fight.

"So who's driving?" Steve asked. "Me." Tony replied, staring at the wall. "Whoa, you know how to drive?" "Of course I know how to drive, dumbass." He retorted, smirking at his husband. Steve smiled back at him before kissing him hard.

Clint gagged. "Get a room!" "Oh come on, we all know what happened with Pietro on the couch-" "SHUT UP!" Clint yelled, covering his face to hide his blush. "I had to burn the couch after that." Tony reminisced, smiling smugly.

"Okay, hate to interrupt the gayfest, but shouldn't we be packing?" Sam said softly, glancing around the room. "Takes one to know one, Wilson." Bucky grinned at him, making Sam blush a little. "Right. You all have 20 minutes to grab your shit. Go." Tony yelled, and everyone ran off to their rooms to gather their things.

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"Okay, put your stuff in the bottom compartment- THOR, DO NOT PUT YOUR HAMMER THERE, YOU WILL BREAK THE VAN." Tony sighed. This was like herding butterflies. He had finally managed to get them all into the van (Oh lord that sounded bad) and got them all settled. He was driving, and Steve would be riding shotgun. Tony entrusted his husband to the radio, knowing that it would drive the team crazy to have to listen to Steve's music. Serves them right, he thought smugly, wearing his usual shit-eating grin.

Peter was riding next to Bruce, who was reading some sort of obscure textbook on symbiosis. Wanda and Vision were obviously siting close together, and Bucky and Sam were sitting next to each other as well. The fact that Sam had a major thing for the brunette was the worst kept secret among the avengers. Hell, the only person who wasn't in on it by now was Bucky himself! The was funny how whenever he walked into a room, Sam would immediately sit up straight and engage in conversation with him, a minor blush spread across his face. Everyone was silently rooting for them to get together. Everyone else was spread out around the vehicle, all on their phones or reading a book. 

"Alright, everyone sit the fuck down-" "LANGUAGE!" Natasha yelled from the back, grinning. Steve sighed, exhausted already. "Just drive, Tony."

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