Doc, laying face-down on the floor: He said not to open the door. Why did I open the door. *bangs his head against the floor*

Tony, concerned: ... You okay kid?

Bdubs: I know the world is ending, but trust me, I can handle it.

LuxShield (A/N: not owned by me: I shall tag the wonderful Author of his universe in the comments): How can you possibly handle it?!?

Bdubs: This ain't my first rodeo with a possible apocalypse: it's all routine at this point.

Xisuma: There's no such thing as a stupid question.

Etho: What's in mango salsa?

Alex and Xisuma: ...

Alex: We stand corrected.

Doc: Does anyone know where I can find someone who designs bulletproof dresses? Could I just Google it? Search it on eBay or something?

Tony: ????????? *concerned but intrigued*

Scar: A is for organization >:D

Grian: According to what alphabet????

Scar: ... oh-

Bucky: What is that thing in your backpack?!

Xisuma: My new pet dragon!

Alex: Our pet dragon.

Bucky: Dragons aren't real!

Alex: Then why is one in our backpack?

Joe: I don't like saying "I told you so", but-

Zed: I thought it was your favourite phrase??? *genuinely confused*

Tango and Impulse: *snorts*

Joe: How do you feel?

Grian, very injured: ... Well, my eyebrows don't hurt.

Can kill gods but thinks they can't: Keralis

Can't kill gods but thinks they can: Tommy-

Accidentally killed a god in a Wendy's parking lot at 3 am: the Voids (Alex and Xisuma)

Impulse: *is about to try to lift Mjolnir on a dare* *sighs*

Impulse: *pulls with all his might* *Mjolnir comes up and he hits himself in the head, accidentally knocking himself out*

Tango, Zed, and Bdubs: *didn't expect him to be able to lift it, but are overjoyed that he can and concerned that he's now passed out on the floor*

Zed: Um... ALEX-

Alex: *walking into their room* Suma.

Xisuma: What?

Alex: Hey.

Xisuma: ... Yes?

Alex: Hey, hey, hey, hey-

Xisuma: w h a t

Alex: Bye *walks out without closing the door*

Xisuma: ALEXANDER, CLOSE THE DOOR!!

Xisuma: ALEEEEEXXXXX *distressed Dadmin noises*

Villain: You are literally too stupid to insult

Grian, purposefully being stupid: Thank you!

Xisuma: What makes life so difficult???

Alex: *huffs* People.

Wels: I have no idea what I'm doing, I just know that I'm doing it very well

Doc: I'm sad

Steve: *dad-mode activated* Oh no, how come?

Doc: I don't know.

Steve: So... just for no reason?

Doc: Oh, no, there are plenty of reasons: I just don't know which ones they are this time.

Steve: *heavily concerned*

Tony: Mood

Pearl, visiting: So what do you guys do around here when you're not saving the world?

Cub: We throw stuff at Barton

Pearl: ... Who's Barton?

Doc: *signs in ASL while yelling* BARTON THINK FAST *picks up pillow and yeets it*

Clint: *about to sign "why?" before getting smacked in the face with a pillow*

Grian, randomly: What do butterflies taste like?

Tony: Bad.

Grian: .... How-?

Tony: I ANSWERED YOUR QUESTION THAT'S ALL YOU GET-

Rhodey: tONY WHAT THE HELL-

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(A/N: No particular importance, just some healthy doses of gay and a hint of Bdubs backstory :)

Enjoy!)

[TW: None. Type: Fluff. Other Warnings: Gay, Bdoc, gay, fluffy, did I mention gay?]

"Hey, does anyone know where Bee is? I haven't seen him in a bit." Doc asked as he walked into the second story lab, where the ZIT trio, Banner, Stark, and Mumbo were working on a project together.

Tango shrugged as he looked up from the circuit board he'd been making. Mumbo, however, had an answer. "I think he's training on one of the negative floors, probably the fourteenth."

The cyborg nodded gratefully and headed back out into the hallway, closing the door on his way out. He looked between the vents, stairs, and elevator. 'Eh, I'm tired. Elevator it is.'

DING.

Bdubs looked down from where he was to see who was coming in. "Oh, hey Doc!"

The German ran a hand through his hair and waved, watching the small Hermit hang out practicing his skills with aerial silks that hung from the tall ceiling. Apparently, Bdubs took classes for gymnastics and such pre-Hermits, and he was overjoyed when Hawkeye was willing to help him pick up those skills again.

"Hey. You've been here all day?" Doc smiled slightly as he spoke.

Shimming his way down the silk ribbons, Bdubs stopped about five centimeters from his boyfriend's face, the free ends of his bandana hanging down on his shoulders, going farther down than his dark brown hair. "Pretty much, yeah. Had some food, got down here, trained."

'Man, his eyes are pretty... Wait- Stop getting distracted, stupid gay brain!' Doc thought, looking up at Bdubs, who was only using his legs to keep himself from falling.

Bdubs raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "You need something, or are you just gonna stare at my gorgeous face?"

Turning pink, Doc stuttered, "What?! No, no, that's not what-! O-Okay, maybe-maybe I was..."

Trying to avoid his partner's gaze, Doc looked at the floor in embarrassment. Bdubs, rolling his eyes, gently grabbed the German's face and pulled him into a kiss.

Doc's breath hitched in surprise, but his brain and defenses quickly melted at Bdubs' touch, both boys' eyes slowly closing. Doc's hands wandered up to cup his boyfriend's face. He smelled like... cinnamon and frosting? No, cinnamon rolls. He also kinda tasted like one.

Slowly pulling away, the two stared at each other before smiling and giggling like a pair of dorks, both their faces tinted pink as they moved their hands from each others' cheeks to lace their fingers together, their palms pressing against each other gently.

"You never give me a warning, do you?" Doc chuckled lightly, staring freely at his bisexual disaster's brown and green heterochromia eyes.

"Nope. And I probably never will."

Questions, thoughts, comments?

I've just realized: I've had the Project HermitVengers idea in my head even before I joined Hermitpad. It's been in development for at least a year or so. HOLY MUFFIN.

Uhhhhh... I now have nothing else to say, so have an amazing day, evening, and night! GoOoOoOooOd bYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYE-

- CaptainMarra (does too much research-)