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TFR Prompt #2: “All I’m saying is if you blow the house up you’re going to be so fired.”

Babysitting. Why Tony thought he could leave a super soldier, a green genius, and two assassins in charge of two Gen-Z children was beyond him. Last time he checked Peter, the damn angel, was still terrified of Natasha (for obvious reasons). But Shuri was, well, she's Shuri. The one thing that Tony told them was: "All I have to say is that if you blow up the house, you're going to be so fired". That's all Tony wanted. Looks like the Avengers will be looking for some new team members.

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TFR Prompt #5: "I'd agree with you, but then we'd both be wrong".

Characters: Peter Parker, Steve Rogers.

Peter was having one of those days. You know, the ones where you're pretty much brain-dead and sarcastic as hell. Except today Peter was training with The Captain. The American one.

"That was really good Peter, but you cut it close while dodging my shield. It nearly took your head off, and I don't think that either of us want that," Steve said with his golden boy smile.

"Well, I'd agree with you, but then we'd both be wrong."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Steve asked, genuinely confused.

"I would agree with you, but then I'd be lying because I really do want my head chopped off, 'cause, ya' know, death. Or maybe my head would regenerate, which would still be pretty cool," Peter explained in a deadpan voice as he packed up his stuff. Peter's deadpan sarcasm and gen-Z humor flew right over Steve Roger's little blond head, leaving him concerned for Peter's well-being.

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TFR Prompt #6: "You know what they say, panicking burns a shit ton of calories."

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Clint Barton

Peter was on his fifth bowl of cereal, and Tony was worried, to say the least.

"Peter you don't usually eat more than two bowls of cereal, then you apologize for not starving yourself. You're on your fifth, are you feeling okay?" Tony asked worriedly. Peter continued eating without looking up.

"I just don't know how someone can eat so many calories and not be called a pig. At least that's what I get called when I try." At Clint's sudden descent from the vent in the kitchen, Peter looked up.

"Well, you know what they say, panicking burns a shit ton of calories," Peter deadpanned as he stared at his bowl.

"Who says that?" Tony asked incredulously.

"Me. Just now," Peter said as an alarm on his phone went off. "Anyway, I need to go or I'll be late for exams," he said and ran out the door.

"Is that what this is all about?" Clint asked. Tony shrugged, just as confused as Clint.

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TFR Prompt #8: “Are you. . . crying?”

After a particularly hard day, the Avengers settled down to watch the Lion King and enjoy some popcorn. At Peter’s request, of course.

About forty minutes in, Clint felt Natasha shaking against his side. This startled Clint and prompted him to look at Natasha. She shook violently as tears slid down her cheeks.

“Are you. . . crying?” Clint asked gently, afraid to upset his best friend and partner in crime more.

“No!” Natasha snapped. Her face flushed when everyone looked at her.

“No,” Natasha continued quietly after everyone had turned their attention back to the movie. She sniffed. “I’m just having an allergic reaction to Mufasa and Simba.”

“Nat, it’s okay to be upset,” Clint said gently as he wrapped his arms around her. She tensed, then softened into the embrace and continued sobbing quietly into Clint’s chest.