I was your butch and you were touched

[mocks]

WHO: The Avengers and guests
WHERE: Avengers Mansion
WHEN: Thursday, all day!
WARNINGS: Um.
SUMMARY: Avengers Thanksgiving!
FORMAT: Up to you!  Tag in and have fun!

[There's delicious barbecued turkey, mashed potatoes, some sort of cranberry concoction, tacos, guacamole, margaritas, and good friends! What more could a person ask for on such a lovely holiday?

Here's hoping Clint doesn't burn the mansion down!]

Comments

[trickshot]

"I'm pretty sure someone's thought of it." Clint can't help but grin at Calvin, since it's always nice to have an audience that appreciates one's ideas. At Pietro, though, he only pulls a face.

"You really think I'd let that happen?"

[magicalworld]

Calvin is mortally offended by this slight against his flying abilities. "That's not going to happen! I have stupendous flight, remember? I might as well be in zero-gravity right now. And I've got total fine-tuned precision control over my every movement."

He bobs up and down in mid-air a few times to demonstrate how exactly he can handle his hovering. "My brain is like a delicate avionics instrument, perfectly calibrated to compensate for every- YOWCH!"

And that would be Calvin demonstrating his brain's delicacy by bobbing a bit too far down while talking, and touching his bottom off the edge of the grill. He immediately shoots back into the air, yelping and rubbing himself.