If I cannot fly, let me sing! (Avengers team free for all!)

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After saving the world (or at least the city) for the tenth time, what is a group of superheroes to do to celebrate? In Clint Barton’s mind there was only one way: Karaoke. Dinner out had been done to death, and most of them had fallen asleep at the theatre so this time they needed something lively and with lots of alcohol available. Sure, they could have had their own private karaoke party at Avengers Tower, but Clint had convinced them that half the fun of it was getting up in front of a bar full of strangers and making idiots out or themselves. Thor and Tony had agreed easily enough, but the rest he was convinced had eventually only given in to shut him up.

He might have also threatened like only a stealthy sniper could do and actually back up.

They had started the party at the tower with Tony’s ample liquor supply, then continued it in the car before they all finally spilled into the chosen bar already half in the bag. Well, some of them, at least.

“So who’s first?” Clint asked with a wide smile, picking up one of the songbooks off the table as they all crammed themselves into a booth.

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[notasoldier]

Tony may be unpredictable in most things, but his taste in music and rock hard preferences aren't one of them. He shoves his drink into Steve's hand, clapping him on the shoulder as he moves past him onto the stage because even if it was a Journey song at least he had the balls to get out there. He's already told the DJ what's coming and no one should be surprised as the opening chords of Back in Black fill the small bar.

It's his anthem, okay? He always comes back. No matter what and he always will. He's perfected the dancing moves to a science and even though he could care less if anyone's enjoying the show as much as he enjoys putting it on he can't help but take a little heart from the cheering coming at the back of the bar. You know, when he's not being deafened by the massive guitar riffs.

As the final notes fade away he grins, leaning against the microphone stand as if he's just finished a marathon and dragging the mic up to his lips. He starts off ragged but builds up steam. "And now, a special treat. Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, straight here from Asgard and dying to sing some boring battle song that we won't let him because it's boring... You may know him as the God of Thunder, but we just call him Thor..." He pauses. "Thor. Come on up here, buddy."

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The song definitely had him pumped, and Clint probably could have kept singing all night if he didn’t have to share the stage, but when Tony got up to take his turn the archer gladly gave over the microphone. The only thing better than showing off was getting to watch others humiliate themselves by doing the same. It was going to be a good night.

Tossing the mic to Tony, Clint hopped off the stage and made his way to the bar for more drinks. He may have gotten distracted by some fine ladies on the way, but not enough so that he missed Stark’s performance. He made sure to cheer the billionaire on throughout.

Then it was Thor’s turn and for a moment the entire bar went silent. When the local patrons had decided to go out tonight, none of them could have ever expected what they were in for. A wave of excitement had rushed over the whole establishment when Tony Stark took the stage, and now he was calling for the God of Thunder himself.

A woman at the edge of the stage actually fainted.

Having drank his earlier opponent under the table, Thor stepped up on stage, smiling broadly. He jovially slung an arm around Tony when he reached him, practically dwarfing the other man. “I am afraid I do not know any of your music, my friend, but I must commend you and our brothers in arms on such lively performances!”

He clapped for the three previous singers and the crowd went apeshit.

[isntaboutme]

Steve was impressed by the way that Thor seemed to just effortlessly join in at any given situation. Maybe it came from being a prince or something along those lines. Either way, Steve knew well enough to stay away from the stage while Thor was up there. The crowd of women would press in a little too close for comfort. But that did leave some convenient room back at the bar.

He listened as Thor opted for one of his own people's songs, not needing a prompter to remember the full lyrics. But then again, hunting and victory and mead really didn't stress the ability to recollect.

Steve drank slowly and gave another look around the room, wondering where the rest of the crew hand wandered off to.