Assembling Required

Author's Note: Sorry I took so long! Three days! I feel terrible. Don't worry, I'm not giving up on this. I've just been working on Rebellion a bit more, which you should check it. It is longer...I think. I have 2000 words per chapter or so. This isn't too short right? Because you would tell me if it was, right? Okay. Enjoy your part four of the camping trip! (I'm not sure if you're also seeing this, but the horizontal line is hating me for not posting sooner and so there may be two, and I do not know how to fix it, but whatever. It's just a line...or is it?)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned.

9. Camping Trip – Part Four

Loki woke up with Natasha in his arms. She was curled up against his chest. He sat up slowly, careful not to wake Natasha up, but she woke up anyway.

"Good morning." Loki smiled down at the petite redhead in his arms.

"Good morning." She leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He pulled Natasha closer and his tongue explored her mouth, also nibbling slightly on her lips. They would have continued if Thor didn't bust in, smile as wide as the Cheshire Cat's.

"Brother! You are awake!" Thor beamed. Loki and Natasha broke apart, with the smaller woman standing up.

"Thor's here; I have to go shower. I'll see you in the dining hall." She smiled, slipping her shoes on and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"No…don't go. I need you." Loki reached for Natasha's hand.

"It's okay, I'll see you later." Natasha smiled as she left for the lodge. She didn't really want to go, but Thor should have some time with Loki.

"I'm sorry, brother." Thor apologized, looking like a little boy who was caught stealing from the cookie jar late at night.

"What did you do?" Loki's voice was questioning, like the mother who had caught the little boy stealing cookies.

"To help you and Natasha realize your true feelings, I may have been the one to throw the rock at you so she could save you…" Thor confessed. "But I did not mean for you to almost drown!"

Loki was shocked. He didn't know whether to thank Thor or strangle him.

"I…understand that your intentions were harmless, so thank you." Loki tipped his head. "But never do that again. You know how terrified I am of large bodies of water."

"Do not worry brother, you have already coupled with Natasha, so there will be no need for life-threatening situations anymore." Thor smiled and left for the dining hall.

Luckily, Loki was okay, except for the bruise on the side of his arm, thanks to Thor and joined his friends in the breakfast hall. They were serving toast, bacon and yogurt. Of course, he decided to sit next to Natasha, very close to her.

"There you are." Natasha planted a kiss on Loki's cheek as soon as he sat down.

"I missed you." Loki looked into Natasha's cerulean blue eyes.

"The entire fifteen minutes?" She smiled at him.

"It seemed like an eternity." He pressed his lips to hers and they were resuming their previously interrupted kissing.

"Ahem." Steve coughed. He was blushing so badly he resembled a tomato.

"We get that you guys love each other and all, but we need to protect Steve's young virgin eyes." Tony smirked.

"Sorry, Steve." Natasha apologized. Instead of more kissing, she held Loki's hand tightly.

"So you finally decided to get together." Clint said.

"Yes, we did. Looks like your assumptions were correct, Clint." Loki smirked.

"Well congratulations." Peter spoke. He had been quite silent.

"Are you enjoying camp so far?" Natasha changed the subject.

"Definitely." Peter shoveled more bacon into his mouth.

After a short walk to the side of the forest, Clint and his group finally reached the archery station. It was Clint's favourite, as he had been practicing archery since he was young and never missed. His students often challenged him, but would lose horribly every time. Clint was like a modern day Robin Hood.

As the counselor was explaining the basic rules of archery, Clint was thinking. Now that Loki and Natasha had gotten together, would that mean no more best friend time for Clint? He hoped not. Secretly, he had been harbouring a little crush on Natasha, but that quickly faded as they realized that they were better off as friends.

"So who would like to go first?" Ororo Munroe asked after her explanation.

"I'll go." Someone said. It was Johnny Storm, who was already known as the school's player. He was like a younger version of Tony, before Tony started dating Pepper. Johnny bore a striking resemblance to Steve, which the older look-a-like had said they were cousins. Funny, how complete opposites could be cousins.

Johnny stepped up to the platform and aimed carefully, landing the arrow in the center of the target. The group cheered behind him, and he grinned. Clint rolled his eyes at the young boy's cockiness.

"Mr. Barton, I've heard from Steve and Sue that you are good at archery." Johnny called out to Clint.

"Go on."

"I want to see if you're really that good. I, Johnny Storm, challenge you to an archery battle!" He smirked, which made Clint want to just shoot the boy in the face. But he couldn't, because one, he would get arrested, and two, Steve would kill Clint if his cousin got hurt.

Sighing, Clint accepted. Ororo rolled her eyes, this happened with the newbies every year. Clint always won.

The person who got the most bulls eyes out of three won the battle.

Five minutes later, Johnny and Clint had both gotten two bulls eyes. It was down to the final bulls eye. Clint aimed and fired; and of course he hit the target; he was Clint Francis Barton! Finally, it was Johnny's turn. Taking a deep breath, he aimed, fired, and shot just a bit too high. Close, but not close enough to hit the center.

"Hey, Johnny. It was a pretty good game." Clint congratulated.

"I know. I sure as hell liked it." Johnny nodded and went back to sit down as other students tried their hand at archery. Clint smiled; Johnny Storm sure was a worthy opponent.

It was campfire time again. There were some clouds in the sky, but it didn't look like it would rain. Instead of scary stories, campfire songs were sung and everyone got marshmallows which were nice and fluffy. Everyone finished their fluffy ball of goodness and went back to their cabins.

Clint flopped onto his bed, exhausted. He didn't even feel like changing, so he just fell asleep in his shorts and t-shirt. Of course, Loki and Natasha just had to sleep in the same bed as they curled up against each other and Thor was snoring as usual, which was why his bed was more in the corner versus the other beds there. They were an odd group, but they were all friends.

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