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The List:
[] A coin from the year each team member was born
[] A photo or video of the team diving into a pool while suited up
[] Dance in a public place
[] Off-brand plush toy or doll of an Avenger on your team
[] A characture portrait of your team
[] A selfie with the Hulk
[] A selfie with a supervillain
[] A selfie with an X-Man
[] Entire team "I can't believe we all fit in here!" photo
[] A photo of bathroom graffiti
[] Get a stranger to tell you how they met their significant other
[] Reed Richards' business card
[] One of Coulson's collectible cards
[] A fast food receipt where the amount equals $20.16
[] An aerial photo of the Stark Industries/Avengers tower
[] A souvenier from Coney Island that is red, white, and blue
[] A bottle of Asguardian mead
[] The obligatory civilian member of the team "rescuing" one of the supers
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“Well shit.” Darcy spent a moment internally cursing whoever decided that smart phones should be replaced with plain old cameras during the scavenger hunt. “I suppose we should head back to the tower and try to contact the rest of the team.”
Barnes shrugged one shoulder, arms crossed over his chest, seemingly unconcerned that half of their scavenger hunt team had been stolen by a dude who thought a fishbowl headpiece was a fashion statement.
“Aw, come on Lewisalicious! The three of us can totally handle this on our own.” Deadpool came up behind her and smooshed his spandex-clad face against the side of hers. He rested gloved hands on the curve of her shoulders, but the weight of him was light enough that she could easily shrug him off. “Mysterio is a complete pushover. Like a Weeble-Wobble just waiting to be weebled. Or wobbled.”
Darcy glanced at Barnes and received another laconic shrug for her troubles. Apparently heavy office flirtation and exchanging of several smoldering looks wasn’t enough to protect her personal space from a costumed stranger she had met at two Avengers parties. Both of which he had crashed.
“The longer we stand around jawing about it, the further away they get.” Barnes said after a moment, interrupting her mental spiral into righteous indignation. “You get a cab back to the tower. I’ll see if I can find a trail.”
“Or,” Deadpool pulled away far enough to pull the scavenger hunt list from her purse, then resettled on her, this time with his chin on her forehead and the list held out at arm’s length in front of the both of them. “We could finish this list and beat up Mysterio and still be the first team to finish. I totally know where the guy’s hideout is, he always chooses the same crappy warehouse. I bet we could even cross off “A selfie with a supervillain” and “The obligatory civilian member of the team "rescuing" one of the supers” at the same time. What’s the grand prize?”
Darcy sighed and pushed Deadpool away. “Dude. Not a piece of furniture.” He stepped back, finally respecting the personal space bubble.
Now there was a gleam in Barnes’ eyes. “A two-week all expenses paid vacation anywhere in the world. You sure you know where they went?” Deadpool nodded vigorously.
Great. Though the fishbowl dude (was he a reverse mermaid in disguise?) didn’t seem so dangerous. Not compared to the Destroyer. Or Dark Elves. She could do this. She could totally do this!
High on adrenaline and nerves, Darcy felt a grin stretch her face as she looked from one expectant face to the other. “Let’s go scavenger hunting!”
Deadpool pulled a pen from one of his many pouches and wrote “[] Rescue Spidey and Magoo” to the end of the list.