Avengers vs. Wild
Summary: In which some of the Avengers, including you, are bested by mother nature.
A/N: requests are open, although no smut, and misadventures are greatly welcomed.
Bruce frowned as he surveyed the campsite before him. It was supposed to be a beautiful, well cared for landscape with wide open spaces and amenities, but instead he found wilderness. Long grass, walls of bushes and leering trees with the occasional rabid squirrel. “Tony, are you sure this is our campsite?”
Tony nodded and answered without looking up from his phone, “Yup. Says here we’re at the right place.”
Clint dropped his bag in shock. “You’re kidding, right?”
You walked up to Bruce, carefully trying not lose your footing in the unruly foliage, and grimaced. “We are so losing the bet.”
“No, we’re not!” Tony defended. “Steve and the rest don’t think we can survive camping. We’re going to prove them wrong!”
Thor kicked over a rock and recoiled at the bugs underneath it. “I wish to return home at once!”