A/N: A random idea that popped in my head as I crossed a Teenager Post and envisioned the Avengers acting it out. Feel free to let me know what you think.

The majority of these will take place between the first Avengers and AoU. So, while they occasionally chill in the tower in between beating bad guys up and hunting for Loki's scepter.

And yes, I imagine that every Saturday they eat breakfast together. Like one big happy family.

Avengers Post #41283 I'm professional at 1) Eating 2) Sleeping 3) Stalking someone's profile

"I have done it!" A triumphant voice echoes through the halls of Avenger Tower. "I have succeeded. Observe!" Thor proudly presents a laptop, setting it between half formed piles of what appears to be omelets and pancakes on the kitchen island where Hawkeye, Widow and the Captain are milling about as they wait for breakfast to be ready. The Science Bros. are at the counter, attempting to create edible experiments.

"You call this a pancake?"

"Hey. It's art. Look, I even put in green food coloring."

"Tony." A groan.

"Keep working on those omelets, buddy."

As Rogers leisurely scrolls down the computer screen, he gives an appreciative nod. "Good going, Thor. You beat me to it."

"You mean you still don't have one?" Barton asks incredulously, mirth in his eyes.

"I don't think that it would even recognize his birthday," Romanoff deadpans.

"What's this now?" Stark is wiping his hands on his pants and saunters over while Banner uses a towel, watching from a distance. The last of seemingly edible science fair projects are on the island, complete with what looks like Hulk juice.

"Green smoothies," Banner says humorlessly to Thor's inquisitive glance. "Tony's idea."

"It's healthy!" Stark quips, then gives a whistle and claps Thor on the back. "Finally! Add me, I'll tag you in some pictures."

"Now, how do I do that?" Thor's eyebrows draw together as his eyes scan the screen.

"First, breakfast. Then Facebook. I'll show you how it's really done, not like these spies here who only know how to stalk and don't post a single thing."

"I post," Romanoff says indignantly.

"Ads for potential Captain America girlfriends notwithstanding?" Tony raises an eyebrow as Steve snaps his head to look at Natasha in shock.

She shrugs. "Let's not let breakfast get cold. I want pancakes. I think I could eat a Hulk," she says and eyes the green blob at the top of the pile.