Would you please put some pants on? I feel weird having to ask you twice.

[arches]

<sub>( Hello, Avengers. By the time you wake up, you're going to have a hard time remembering exactly what happened last night--or really, anything that happened. Because you are currently lying on a beach in Rio--at least, you hope you're still in Rio--and the waves are washing over you, which is probably what has woken you up. You're face down in the sand, so hopefully that's not too uncomfortable for you.

As you get up and try to clear your heads, a few things become clear. First, there are only four of you, when there should be five. Second, you are missing your friend Bruce Banner. And third, you need to get Bruce back to SHIELD HQ within twenty-four hours, or Nick Fury--and worse, Natasha Romanoff--is going to have your hides.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it (and let's be honest here, you don't have a choice): Figure out what happened last night. Find Bruce Banner. And make it home!

Where did that baby come from, again? )</sub>

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[thundering]

[ let's be honest here. it takes a lot of alcohol to knock Thor out. and whatever that amount was? it was definitely reached last night through the miracle of Rio being, well, Rio.

so now he's just sitting on the beach, trying to get sand out of his beard. ]

I think it was, for a majority of the time, an agreeable evening.

[arches]

<sub>( clint is just beginning to prop himself up on his elbows, coughing up what looks to be his body weight in sand. delicious.

he looks at thor and blinks wearily. )</sub>

Sure. We can go with that...

[thundering]

Why else would we have found ourselves here?

[ IS HE PLEASED ABOUT GETTING THIS DRUNK ON MIDGARD? YOU BETTER BELIEVE HE IS. ]

[arches]

Maybe one of our arch-enemies drugged us and dumped us in the ocean.

[ex_ironhearted402]

[ about five feet away from Thor is Tony, passed out completely drunk. He's sprawled out on his back, baking to a lovely Lobster Red in the sun, with only a pair of jerkwad Ray Bans to protect his lovely eyes. He has not woken up yet. He perhaps cracked an eye open earlier only to realize that the world was pain, and that dreams of hookers were far better than a reality of pain and passed right the fuck back out. ]

[usavatar]

[Steve is awake, upright, bleary-eyed, and holding said baby. Because someone has to take care of the baby!!

...He's kind of worried where the baby came from actually. WAKE UP KICK, TONY.] I'd like to agree, but someone's parents probably won't.

[BABY.]

[ex_ironhearted402]

[ seriously bro? seriously Tony wakes with a start, and jumps up to shake off sand and crabs (the crustacean kind, you sick bastard). He's not very careful so if he gets sand into the baby's eyes its not his fault ]

I concur.

[ what the fuck is he concurring about? ]

[usavatar]

[Really, Tony. Really. Steve shelters the baby's face from the sun with one hand as it starts to bawl.] We need to get off the beach and find some formula. And diapers.