I need a "The Office" Avengers sitcom
Just imagine it.
“You know, Clint has this habit. Whenever I see him eating food, if I ask him for it, he’ll either shove it all in his face, or hide it. Then he’ll proceed to act like he has no clue what I’m talking about,” Natasha says in a displeased voice.
Then it’ll flip to a shot of Clint siting on the couch, shoving his face with a bag of Munchos, and then Nat walks up.
“Hey, Clint, can I have one?”
Clint proceeds to pour the remaining quarter of a bag into his mouth, crumples the bag up, and shoves it under a couch cushion. With potato chips bits flying out of his mouth, he turns over to Nat and- with a mouthful -he says, “Have one of what?”
Then, with murderous rage filling her eyes, Natasha looks straight into the camera.
Or, as an alternative scenario, it’s just Tony, giving a tour of the facility. He turns a corner and points to a door labeled, “Janitor’s Closet.”
“And this, is probably the best part of the building. The janitor’s closet. You see, the janitor here at the facility, is drawing close to his 200th birthday. His name is Stan. He’s a nice enough man, but he just won’t quit. We try getting him to retire, but he keeps coming back. We’ve just embraced it. Each one of us has bets on when he’ll drop dead. I say-”
Tony stops because of a pounding on the closet door.
“Oh, well, it seems that he’s in there right now. Let’s say-”
Tony stops cold when he opens the door.
On the other side of the door, profusely making out, are the Avenger facility’s local super soldiers.
Steve, whose hands were tangled in Bucky’s long, luscious, locks, immediately stops assaulting Bucky’s lips once the door is open.
Bucky, on the other hand, whose legs were wrapped tightly around Steve’s waist, does not stop. As Steve mutters excuses on how, “It’s not what it looks like,” or, “We thought this was my bedroom,” Bucky assaults Steve’s neck. The embarrassing situation hardly getting to his head.