Part 37

A/NWhy is it that I always get ideas for these in the middle of class when I'm supposed to be working? This was written during French performance task so this better have been worth it

Thor's POV:

These Midguardian's have no respect for what I do for them. I only ask for a small bit in return. "Do you remember last Saturday?" I ask Stark as a look of realization covers his face. "That's what I thought." I let him go and walk around the space, he seemed to have been working on a helmet of some form, nothing he hadn't done a thousand times. "Care to explain?" I ask him as I pick up a hanging thing before trying to put it back but just knocking others down in the process.

"You left last Saturday." Stark shrugs as he walks towards me and puts all the hanging things back where they were. "We didn't know when you would be back."

I cross my arms, "I was gone for one week, Stark." I watch him cross the room.

"And Natasha was unconscious for 2 months, a lot has happened recently." He picks up an electronic device and starts to poke at it.

I give him a threatening glance, "Stark,"

"Fine! We thought you would be gone for longer! We were gonna replace the pop-tarts okay?!" He 'yells' at me.

I walk over to him and look down, "No one eats my pop-tarts." My arms are crossed over my chest, making my arms look bigger then they actually are.

He has a slight smirk on his face when he replies with, "Nat ignoring mandatory bed-rest does."

I start to leave the room, I call mjölnir to my hand and call over my shoulder, "4 boxes of chocolate, 8 strawberries in one hour!" I hear him chuckle as I step into the elevator and head to the training floor, if I can't eat pop-tarts I may as well beat something up.

Natasha's POV:

I half woke up to the loss of my human radiator. I shiver at the loss of heat and groan slightly, I hear the door close lightly before Steve gets back in bed, one of my arms automatically goes to his chest while my other arm holds tightly onto his duvet, while my head buries itself in his chest. He holds me by my waist, pulling me closer to him he kisses my hair and whispers in my ear before I fall back into a deep sleep.

*Le time skip*

I wake up to Steve nudging me, whispering for me to wake up. "Nat, Natasha you have to wake up now." He whispers into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

I slowly open my eyes, "Hm?" My eyes land on a stressed looking super soldier. I sit up, "What's going on?" And that's when I see Clint come out of my closet, suitcases in hand he runs out the door. "Steve?" I ask getting worried.

He attaches the wheels onto my cast making me even more worried as he disapproves of them, "We gotta go," Is all he says before he helps me stand up and puts a hand on my back, leading me out of the room and towards the elevator. Clint joins us in the elevator with a bunch of packed bags, tactical gear, weapons, along with Steve's shield. "Hanger 1," Steve says and the elevator starts moving up towards the Avengers quinjet and Starks jets.

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. Either the tower is under attack, everybody is already out and there is no chance of saving it, or Stark is up to something. The doors open up revealing most the Avengers and their families, I raise an eyebrow at Steve. He just smiles at me and places his hand on my lower back to lead me into the large room. The only people who aren't here are Tony, Pepper, and Morgan. T'Challa and Shuri are here from Wakanda, Clint's whole family is here again, even Scott and his daughter Cassie are here.

I lean into Steve, "Steve? What's going on?" He just shrugs beside me.

"All Tony said was to pack, didn't say what to pack so I packed everything." I look over to all of the suitcases, it seems everybody got the same message and nothing else.

"How long ago did we fall asleep?" I quietly ask Steve as we walk towards the group.

He looks down at me, "About 4 hours ago, give or take." I quirk an eyebrow, I never take naps during the day. Especially ones that are for so long. "You were really tired." I smile slightly at him before he kisses my cheek and walks over to Bucky, I head over to talk to Wanda and Maria who are standing on the outskirts of the group.

"What exactly is happening?" I ask the 2 once I am close enough, they both shrug.

"All I know is I was watching tv and then Stark blasted over the speakers to pack our bags." Wanda crosses her arms over her chest.

"Same here, except I was at Shield and I have no idea why I'm here." Maria takes a similar pose as I sit down on one of the many stacked suit cases.

"I'll tell you why you're here." Wanda pitches in, "Because we need more woman if we want to survive with all these..." she pauses and gestures to the men who seem to be arguing on the other side of the room, "morons." She finishes her sentence, it causes a small laugh from both Hill and I. A few of the guys turn their heads at the sound, including Steve. I wink at him which causes him to blush and turn back to the rest of the group.

"GIVE ME BACK MY POP-TARTS, RABBIT!" Thor booms as he chases Rocket around the room.

A second later the elevator doors open to reveal Tony holding Pepper's hand, who seems to have a very annoyed look on her face, and she is holding little Morgan on her hip. "Stark, nice of you to join us." Steve says, we rejoin the rest of the group.

"It's called being fashionably late, Rogers." He says as he takes off his sunglasses and walks towards the jet. When no one follows him he turns back around. "You coming or what?"

After that everyone slowly makes their way onto the private jet that has been waiting for us. Steve and I hang in the back waiting for the others to get on the plane first. When we get close to the stairs Steve picks me up bridal style and carries me to the top, he puts me down when I keep whacking his face and threatening to throw him out of the plane. After he put me down we make our way to the back of the plane and take the two seats beside each other in the back right corner. Soon after the plane takes off, Tony still hasn't told us where we are going.

"Red, get over here." Tony says from the other side of the door to my left, I lift my head off Steve's shoulder and look around the corner to see him over at a work bench sort of thing. I stand up and make my way to him, he gestures for me to sit on the table. I give him a look, "Do you want that stupid cast off or not?" I sit on the table and bring my leg up so that it is resting on it as well.

"I'm not supposed to get it off for another 3 days." I say, slightly skeptical of what he is planning.

"I know, I talked to a couple of your doctors and managed to convince them that you don't need to come in and that I can just take off your cast and give you a much better brace, thingy." He replies as he grabs a blade and brings it towards my cast. He starts to cut it from the top making his way down to my toes. The sound must have gotten Steve's attention as I hear him call my name before he pokes his head into the room and sees Tony with a small spinning blade held at my leg.

"What the hell are you doing?!" He yells making everyone on the plane turn their heads towards us. To be fair it wasn't much quieter before he screamed anyway.

Without lifting the saw or looking at him Tony says, "Relax, Capsicle. I'm taking off her cast. I've got a brace for her over there." He gestures with his head to the corner of the small room. Somehow, I hadn't even noticed it when I entered the room.

Steve gives him another look, seeming to debate if he should say something else. He decides against it and just kisses my cheek before walking out of the room and sitting back down at our seats. Tony finishes cutting off the hard cast and gently unwraps the bandages before he replaces them and starts working on the brace.

"Hey маленький паук, can you get me an orange juice?" I yell out to Peter, there are no crew on the plane which is fine as there is probably 30 of us on here and someone is always walking down the aisle. A second later Peter comes crawling in from the ceiling, he hands me the orange juice and retreats back to his seat beside Shuri where they continue to quote vines and memes at each other.

Once Tony is finished fiddling with my leg he finally lets me go back to Steve, I only have one shoe on so it feels very strange and uneven. I also haven't put any pressure on this leg in 2 months so it's an adventure getting from point a to point b.

When I get back to my seat Steve gives me a worried look, I cup his face in one of my hands. "I'm fine, baby." I give him a small smile before I lean in and kiss his lips.

Clint gags while Laura swats the back of his head, Bucky goes to say something but Wanda puts a hand over his mouth to prevent him from speaking. Sam looks disgusted and there are similar looks from the rest of the plane. Stark comes out of the back room. I deepen the kiss out of spite, eventually someone throws something hard at us and it hits me on the head. I pull away and stare daggers at everyone looking at us.

"Alright!" Tony yells, clapping his hands together and rubbing them. "You guys want to know where we're going or what?" Now everybody is staring daggers at him, forcing him to continue. "We are going too-"

A/N

Ok so I might have spent most of my class time for my performance task writing this but like whatever hope you enjoyed:)