The Avengers | Filler Episodes

The Avengers Tower - Valentine's Day [Time: 1023]

The common floor of Avengers Tower smelled like burnt sugar and expensive cologne, Tony's attempt at "romantic ambiance" having gone slightly sideways when the aromatherapy diffuser short-circuited. Heart-shaped balloons floated in corners, half-deflated, while someone (Clint, obviously) had taped paper cupids to every available surface, including the refrigerator and Vision's shoulder.

Tony stood at the kitchen island in a crimson dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, scowling at a heart-shaped box of chocolates he'd clearly bought himself. Steve sat on the couch with sketchbook in hand, pretending not to notice the way pink streamers kept falling from the ceiling vents. Thor had commandeered the sound system and was playing what he insisted was "Midgard's most passionate battle hymns", currently something between power ballads and Viking war drums.

Natasha leaned against the bar with her third coffee, watching Clint attempt to attach a "Cupid's Arrow" nametag to Sam's jacket while Sam swatted at him with a dish towel. Bucky sat nearby, arms crossed, looking deeply uncomfortable surrounded by so much red and pink, though he hadn't moved from his spot by the window in an hour.

Peter burst through the elevator doors with a backpack overflowing with discounted candy he'd bought at 7 AM, already apologizing for being late. Wanda and Vision stood together by the balcony, her head tilted against his shoulder, both of them smiling at the chaos as if it were happening at a comfortable distance.

Bruce emerged from the lab looking rumpled and vaguely alarmed by the decorations, holding a mug that read World's Okayest Scientist in glittery script.

Outside, Manhattan glittered cold and indifferent. Inside, the tower hummed with the particular tension of eleven people who had saved the world together multiple times, now collectively pretending they knew what to do with a holiday about vulnerability.

Malibu, California - Beach Day [Time: 1437]

The sun blazes over a private stretch of Malibu coastline, turning the Pacific into a sheet of hammered gold. Tony's sprawling beach house looms behind them—glass and steel catching the light—but nobody's inside. They're scattered across the sand like debris after a battle, except this time the only casualties are dignity and sunscreen.

Steve sits cross-legged near the surf line, sketchbook propped against his knee, trying to capture the horizon while Bucky sprawls beside him face-down on a towel, metal arm glinting, already half-asleep. Thor stands waist-deep in the water, shouting something about the "mighty chill" of the California current while he hauls a cooler over his head like a trophy. Natasha and Clint have claimed the shade of a striped umbrella, engaged in what looks like a very serious card game but is probably just an excuse to throw sand at each other.

Bruce dozes in a lounge chair buried under three layers of SPF 100 and a hat the size of a satellite dish. Sam circles overhead on wings he definitely wasn't supposed to bring to a casual beach outing, dive-bombing the water every few minutes and splashing Vision, who stands perfectly still at the tide line, utterly perplexed by the concept of "just feeling the sand between your toes."

Peter Parker cartwheels past, somehow already sunburned despite arriving twenty minutes ago, chasing a frisbee thrown by Wanda, who lounges on a massive inflatable flamingo she definitely didn't pack herself.

Someone's grilling. Someone's always grilling. The smoke drifts over the salt air, mixing with laughter and the crash of waves, and for an afternoon at least, the world isn't ending.

The Avengers Tower - Halloween [Time: 1610]

The Avengers Tower had been transformed into a haunted house by 4 PM, which meant Tony had outsourced the decorations to a professional company and then "improved" them with motion-activated jump scares that kept triggering whenever someone walked past the kitchen. Fake spiderwebs draped over everything, realistic enough that Bruce had spent twenty minutes examining one before declaring it synthetic. Thor had insisted on authentic Asgardian tradition and now stood by the elevator in a genuinely terrifying horned helmet, holding a carved pumpkin that he'd gutted with his bare hands while grinning like a man who'd actually fought demons.

Natasha wore cat ears with the same dead-eyed commitment she brought to assassination missions. Clint was already on his third bowl of candy corn and had somehow convinced Peter to help him rig the hallway with a tripwire that dangled a skeleton directly at eye-level. It got Steve twice. Bucky had refused costumes on principle but wore his tactical gear with a plastic vampire fangs packet tucked in his pocket, Sam's doing, probably, since Sam himself was dressed as a falcon (the bird, not the superhero, complete with beak mask).

Wanda floated actual candles around the common room, real flames reflecting in Vision's synthetic skin while he read The Legend of Sleepy Hollow aloud in a voice that somehow made it more unsettling. Outside, the city crawled with tiny superheroes and princesses. Inside, the Avengers handed out full-size chocolate bars and waited for the inevitable moment when someone realized the tower's actual ghosts had nothing on its residents.

The Avengers Tower - Christmas/Yule [Time: 0923]

The tree stood floor-to-ceiling in the common room, a monstrosity of pine and LEDs that Tony had flown in from Vermont because "if we're doing this, we're doing it obnoxiously." It smelled like snow and resin and the slightly electrical scent of too many twinkle lights. Thor had draped it with Asgardian garlands that seemed to glow with their own internal light, muttering about Yule logs and winter solstice traditions while drinking something that steamed and probably wasn't cocoa.

Steve sat cross-legged on the floor untangling lights with the patience of a man who'd done harder things, while Bucky watched from the couch with a mug of hot cider, occasionally handing over the next strand. Natasha and Clint were engaged in a silent, vicious war of ornament placement, she'd hung delicate glass baubles, he'd countered with a popcorn string that was mostly just glued-together kernels. Peter had been sent up the ladder three times already to adjust the star, which kept listing slightly left.

Sam and Vision debated cooking times for a turkey that Bruce kept eyeing with the nervous energy of a man who knew exactly how many pathogens raw poultry carried. Wanda sat by the window, snow falling past sixty stories, her fingers tracing frost patterns that lingered longer than physics allowed. The tower was warm, overlit, stuffed with enough food to feed a small army, which, technically, it was.

Somewhere in the kitchen, Tony was wrapping presents with the efficiency of a man who'd built a suit of armor in a cave, using too much paper and not enough tape, swearing softly enough that only Steve could hear.

The Avengers Tower - New Year's [Time: 2347]

It felt like the eye of a storm, quiet, pressurized, waiting. The common room was dark except for the city lights pouring through floor-to-ceiling windows, painting everyone in neon and shadow. No decorations this time. Just eleven people scattered across furniture, some with champagne, some with coffee, all staring out at Manhattan as if waiting for permission to feel something about the year ending.

Tony stood at the glass with his back to the room, whiskey in hand, reflecting fireworks that hadn't started yet. Steve and Bucky sat side by side on the floor, shoulders touching, not speaking. Thor had brought mead and a somber toast about cycles ending and beginning, which he'd already rehearsed twice. Natasha leaned against the bar, checking her phone with the casualness of someone who knew exactly when to look up.

Clint had fallen asleep on the couch with his head in Wanda's lap; she stroked his hair absently, watching the clock. Vision didn't need to blink, so he didn't, standing motionless as a sentinel while Sam paced behind him, counting down under his breath. Peter swung his legs from the arm of a chair, too young to feel the weight of the hour, too surrounded by grief to ignore it completely.

Bruce stood by the food table, breaking the silence only to say, "Ten minutes," which made everyone breathe again. The city below prepared to scream. The Avengers prepared to survive another year together, which was, in its way, the only resolution they ever needed.

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