All this nature and I forgot my toggle.

[arrogantalloy]

WHO| The MCU Cast and anyone who passes by!
WHAT| The Avengers make it through their first week!
WHEN| From the middle of the first week to the start of the second week.
WHERE| The caves near the river.
WARNINGS| Talk of death, animal slaughter. Clint.

Tony knew three things. 

This wasn't his week. He wasn't dead yet. And it was a really relaxing feeling to be once again surrounded by Avengers in an arena.

While it took them all a few days of crossing each other's path and in at least one instance of one of the team actively trying to Kill Tony, they all for the most part found themselves together making a little camp in a small but defensible cave for them all to sleep in while still able to defend it. To be honest, Tony hated the idea of the cave for very understandable reasons, but made do by trying to sleep as close to the entrance as possible.

The camp had started with Tony and Steve, after Steve had found Tony cowering hiding in a crevice which he used to escape Thor who had only had Tony's extinction in his mind. After that the others came close enough to happen upon it on their own, or by coming across each other during scavenging.

During the week, most of them seemed to get something from Bianca Del Rio and others, none of it remotely unwanted. Tony was especially glad for the fire starter kit, and made a mental note to make sure he gives her those sill booklet things of free foot massages from him. Because right now, that kit was the only thing making him feel of any use, because everything else so far is really escaping him.




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[honeyibrokeharlem]

Bruce is a busy bee. He copes with stress by working and helping people, so he did a lot of trapping and now there's a lot of animal parts lying around. He's tried to keep them mostly in his own corner in the back--hides being stretched between beams of wood, organs being dried and treated into usable water skins, sinew and tendon for thread and rope, and neat little rows of bones--but the meat's all going either over the fire or in the little makeshift stone smoker he had improvised from rocks and shale to be preserved.

He keeps an eye on the cooking meat. He's cooking it for everyone and they hardly have very good tools at hand, but he can try to make it well and tasty nonetheless. While he watches it cook, he carves one of the bones he got from trapping. He's making a suture, since the standard first aid kits don't have the materials to stitch up wounds. Knowing the arenas, someone will need stitches soon.

Besides working, he mostly stays quiet. He's not one to initiate conversation, intent as he is on working. He wouldn't object to someone else initiating it, though.