We're the kids in America,

[arrogantalloy]

WHO: Tony, Bruce, Thor, Steve, Clint, Natasha.
TONE: Vaction-y, and group bond-y.
RATING: PG
WHEN: Backdated (9th - 14th July)
WHERE: Heathrow Airport, and New York
WHAT: Tony is taking his collection of misfits to New York.
STATUS: Ongoing

[It's that time of year again when Tony packs up and goes to New York for a week or two. But this year is different. This year he's actually decided that not only does he have friends, but he likes them enough to invite them to his second home in his Upper East Side penthouse apartment.

He plans to make sure everyone has a good time and hope that it doesn't turn out to be the worst week of his life.]

Comments

[arrogantalloy]

Just call it Coke, big guy. An yeah, sure. The stands will have coke... Maybe Pepsi, but we can just find one with coke.

[Tony steps into the lift as it pings and opens. He presses the button for the ground floor then leans against the wall.]

[brothor]

Coke sounds strange. [He crinkles his nose.] Pepsi is filthy.

[arrogantalloy]

No, coca cola sounds stra-

[Tony can't finish his sentence for laughing at Thors use of 'filthy' for Pepsi.]

Okay, how is it we don't get along like this all the time?

[brothor]

You were an ass and I beat you up for it, did you forget?

[arrogantalloy]

[Tony looks at him blandly and sighs]

Sometimes, you are way too literal. And uh, that fight was interrupted, so you didn't beat me up for it so much as hit me a couple of times. Also, don't forget that I knocked you to the ground, there.

[brothor]

I would have, though! [Shrug!] It doesn't matter.

[arrogantalloy]

You know you're right, it doesn't matter.

Because you know what?

[Tony points at a cart on the corner.]

Because I spy hotdogs. You're going to love American mustard.

[Heads towards it with a grin.]

[brothor]

Oh my gosh! I can already smell them!

[arrogantalloy]

Gosh?

[Tony grins]

Just wait till you taste them.

[Walks up to the vendor and asks for one plain mustard and ketchup hotdog, and one with the lot. When the Vendor goes to hand them to him. Tony takes a step back.]

Thor, could you.. I don't like things handed to me.

[Tony gives the man a twenty, dismissing his need for change.]

[brothor]

[Thor quirks an eyebrow at Tony, but he's happy and eager to take the hotdogs from the other man. He does, however, take a bite out of both of them.]

[arrogantalloy]

Hey!

[He grabs his hot dog out of Thor's hand]

You know that's biting the hand that feeds you, right? And hey, you're ruining the experience by eating two different hot dogs at once. You have to savour flavours.

[Tony shakes his head and bites into his hot dog. Apparently not giving a damn about the fact that it has Thor cooties on it.]