Yeet It- An Avengers Fanfiction

THE FLOOR IS LAVA

This one, and the rest of them, will be written by me unless I say otherwise. This story is based on me and my friends when we had a sleepover (two of my friends didn't know what the floor is lava was!!!!) Enjoy a little silliness from everyone's favorite ex-assassins and Spider-Child.  Yeet- Catfish

The first time Peter had the team play the floor is lava was just a regular night. Peter, Tony, Nat, and Clint had been watching a Disney movie, Brave to be exact.

They had been sitting on the ground in front of the TV, probably about half a foot away from the glowing screen. All the lights were off in the room, and popcorn was everywhere.

"THE FLOOR IS LAVA!" Peter shouted suddenly, backflipping onto the couch behind him. Nat, Clint, and Tony stared after him in absolute confusion.

"Aren't you a little old to be playing the floor is lava?" Tony asked, smirking. His tone was playful, though. Peter rolled his eyes. 

"Do none of you know what I'm talking about?" Natasha shook her head slowly, frowning.

 "I know some people played it when they were kids, but I never did. I was kind of...busy." Nat cleared her throat and looked away. Clint, noticing this, put a hand on her shoulder.

 "I didn't play it either." Peter was feeling pretty discouraged now, but he knew he had to show Nat and Clint what the game was like.

"But do you know the rules and everything?" Clint thought for a moment but shook his head.

 "I can't say I do." Peter nodded. "Well, it used to be just a game but now it's kind of an internet trend? Like people on Music.ly are doing it and everything. It's really fun."

Peter got off the couch and sat next to them again to explain. Tony was just softly chuckling to the left of him, munching on popcorn occasionally as he watched the kid explain "the floor is lava" to a couple of assassins. 

"Someone shouts the floor is lava, and you get 5 seconds or you lose the game. During the five seconds, you have to climb up on something like a table or a chair. But usually, it's said when there's a lot less stuff to climb on." Natasha and Clint slowly nodded, exchanging a confused glance. 

"Okay. Let's try it." Nat decided after a moment of thought. Peter beamed, standing up swiftly. Tony frowned, looking back and forth between the two before staggering to his feet. 

"You're really going to play it?"Clint shrugged. 

"It's worth a shot."

Tony grumbled but decided not to complain. They were assassins after all.

"I'm going to find the best spot. You both just wait." Nat teased, nudging Clint with her shoulder. He just nudged her back, smiling wide. Peter chuckled to himself. 

"Okay. FLOOR IS LAVA" He jumped onto the nearest object, which ended up being the coffee table.

"1..."Tony sat down on the couch, an emotionless expression on his face. But he did pull his feet up off the ground.Nat, wanting to take a more difficult approach, ran off toward the back of the room. Clint followed.

"2..."

They stared around the area, scanning each object and looking mildly stressed.

"3..."

Clint grabbed onto the push-up bar on the doorway and held on tight, lifting himself off the ground. He then pushed his feet up to 'hold' onto the bar as well.

"4...better hurry Nat."

She did. She scrambled around for a moment, tripping over a spare pillow, before flinging herself onto the desk. She knocked a slightly outdated computer, tons of pens, blueprints, and a coffee mug off in the process.

"5! Oh my god, Nat!" Peter choked out in between laughs. Clint got down after a couple of seconds and walked over to check out the damage to the desk, laughing his ass off on the way over.

Nat pulled herself weakly off the desk, smiling shyly. "I kind of panicked." Tony stomped over, looking horrified as he took in the sight. 

"That was my favorite mug!" He pointed to the shattered pieces of white glass beside the desk. Peter walked over, bending down to pick up the shards. Tony shoved him back, glaring. \

"Hey! Don't touch the broken glass son." Peter rubbed an arm in embarrassment, ignoring the 'son' bit. 

"Sorry, Mr. Stark." The man grumbled in reply. Natasha and Clint high fived, and then high fived Peter.

"Maybe next time I can find a better spot."

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