Wrong Number

I love this YouTuber, I laugh so much. 

 I thought this one fit with my story 

I also had coffee this morning so who knows how crazy my writing will be! 😃😃

Anyway, back to the story:

Thor had been going off about Clint eating his poptarts again. Thor had thrown Mjolnir up in Clint's direction, leaving a hole in the vents.

Clint had fallen with a loud scream, and Wanda used her magicto cushion his fall. "Thanks," Clint had nodded, levitating about a foot off the ground. Wanda nods, vanishing her magic. Clint dropped on his butt with a 'oof'.

Tony had scolded Thor on breaking his vents, sayin, "Now I have to call someone over to fix it!"

Steve furrowed his eyebrows, "Why can't you fix it?"

Bucky pulled a Jenga block out of the tower, sitting criss cross on the floor with Peter, "Yeah, aren't you a mechanic?"

"I don't have time for that!" Tony pinches the bridge of his nose, gesturing wildly with his other hand.

Meanwhile, Thor was holding Clint by his neck, lifting his up to Thor's eye level, "How dare you puny human eat my delicious pastry!?"

"Thor, calm down. It's just a silly Misgardian food." Loki rolls his eyes.

"You don't understand, brother!" Thor exclaims.

"Ok, Thor, we get it." Sam sighs, will he slowly revolves around as he's tied up, hanging from the ceiling.

"You shut up before I gag you," Tony points to Sam threateningly.

"Stark, you're not that scary" Nat gives him a look as she flicks knifes up at the ceiling toward Sam, who yells in protest, wiggling in his bonds.

"Don't worry, Mr. Thor! I can run to the store to buy you some poptarts!" Peter smiles as Vision pulls a block out of the Jenga tower.

"I will send redwing after you!" Sam glares at Natasha.

"Um..." Bruce wrings his hands nervously. "About that-"

Bucky slams a peice if crumpled up metal on the coffee table, causing the Jenga tower to fall.

Peter gasps at the tower's destruction.

Sam gasped at Redwing's destruction. 

"How dare you!?" Yells Sam, fighting the ropes harder.

"Oh, stuff's about to go down," Rhodes whistles.

"Point break, put Clint down. Down... Down!" Says Tony as if he was talking to a dog.

Thor pouts, letting go so Clint drops to the ground. "Next time, you will not be as fortunate." Thor growls at Clint.

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Thank you for the idea, a/n! 😘

I go down to the garage to get away from everyone and to just have some space. 

I scroll through my phone to find a good song. 

Mom had sold my headphones with my other stuff, which dampened my mood. 😒 So I was forced to just play my music without headphones.

My footsteps slightly echo in the wide garage. I find a  open space, away from Tony's sports cars and Steve's, Nat's, and Bucky's motorcycles. I set down my phone after clicking on a song, stretching a little bit before dancing to the song.

After the song, I stop to catch my breath, moving my hair out of my face. 

There's a sudden slow clap, and my heart stops.

I whip my head to the left, so see everyone standing there. Bruce was the one slowly clapping, not judgingly, but more or less in impressed shock.

 Peter has his phone out, aimed at me, "I'm totally sending this to MJ" he breaks the silence.

Natasha has her eyebrows raised.

"Um... ?" My face heats up.

"Is that how people dance these days?" Bucky leans closer to Steve to ask his question quietly.

"Apparently," Steve says in the same tone.

Peitro zooms over to my phone to replay the song, "Don't worry about them, Harps. They're a bunch of losers anyway." He starts to dance to the song.

"And, that's enough for me," Tony turns around and walks away. 

I cover my face with one hand, my blush still apparent in my face.

"Come on, Peitro, you suck." Wanda says, "Harper does it 10 times better than you."

"Your so mean." Peitro crosses his arms with a huff.

I see Peter typing on his phone, "Peter Parker, do not send that to MJ!"

He looks up at me and starts running away. I chase him, "Peter Benjamin Parker!"

"Ooh, middle name," Rhodes laughs softly, shaking his head, going to follow Tony.

"Harper, honey, don't kill Peter!" Wanda calls out to me as I chase Peter around Bruce's Jeep.

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