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Peter Parker wasn’t entirely sure why the other Avengers had decided this team of utter idiots needed to play video games as some form of team building exercise. But here he was stuck, explaining Discord to the older guys, on the gaming computer he and Mr. Stark had constructed together during Peter’s time as his mentee.
After lots of colorful language from Bucky, many disconnections, bunches of “Peter, fix this” or “peter how do I do this?” They were finally-mercifully- ready.
Now they were all piling into the Minecraft world.
Since Peter was the resident Minecraft nerd, he’d been put in charge of the set up. He figured they’d need something easier for a while, couldn’t just drop Bucky can-barely-hold-a-controller Barnes in a hardcore world.
So they were on a normal world, running around like a bunch of idiots.
“Hey Bucky?” Sam asked over the chat.
“Yes?” Said the either highly suspicious or unsure if he had unmuted the microphone recipient of the new Captain America’s question.
”What’s that?” Sam asked, gesturing his character at the lava pit.
”I don’t know-“ Sam hit him into the pool of burning lava.
”HEY-“ The super soldier, who hadn’t yet been taught to jump, drowned in the lava and promptly died.
Whitewolf141 burned in lava while trying to escape Falcon17769.
Hawkeye5764: Wow.
Parker1562: Sam.
Falcon17769: Guess what, guys.
Whitewolf141 was doomed to fall by Falcon17769.
Whitewolf141: not the first time I’ve fallen off a mountain.
Falcon17769: Lmao..?
If Peter said he didn’t snort his sprite after reading that message and then got extremely concerned he’d be a liar.
”Damn okay moving on.” Peter mumbled.
”I think that’s the safest option.” Clint agreed.
Longer than anyone wanted to admit later, they had basic tools, except for Bucky, he’d lost all of them after picking a fight with a creeper.
”Okay…so let’s start building something. A base. So we don’t have a repeat of the great wipeout of 2026.” What they were referring to, of course, was when half the world died while trying to fight an enderman. Bucky, Sam, Clint, Nate who was playing while Clint was replacing the batteries in his hearing aid, Ned (Peter was sure Ned just died so that the older people wouldn’t feel weird, or Ned got bored of them trying and failing to learn how sprinting works).
“Let’s make something big?” Clint suggested.
“Maybe-“ Peter got interrupted by Sam.
“Falcon’s hideout.” He decided.
”I won’t live with Sam.” Bucky informed the call.
”I guess that’s fair. Sam has killed you a lot.” Peter agreed, gathering some spruce logs from the biome they spawned in.
”Cmon Buck I’m heaps of fun aren’t I?” Sam chuckled at his own words, currently spinning around in Minecraft.
”No.” The crabby-century-old man replied.
”We can figure something out so that you guys don’t have to share a base.” Peter decided. “Good.” Bucky replied and began digging a small hole. “Hole.” He announced to the voice chat as if he just found the cure to cancer or had solved an impossible math equation.
After several minutes of fighting Sam grabbed dirt from his inventory and placed it down right above Bucky’s Minecraft character’s head.
“What the hell, Sam.” Bucky sighed, before the sound of digging downwards continued.
Evil laughter erupted from Sam’s microphone so loud that even Bucky’s ancient headset picked it up, echoing through the damn house like a multiplayer horror game.
”This is fun.” Clint decided from where he was constructing a small farm home sorta thing. He seemed calm, and the building was good for someone who had probably only touched the game twice in his whole existence on this swirling ball we call Earth.
”Glad to see someone is having fun.” Bucky replied.
“I’m having fun too, Legolas.” Mr. Stark chimed in, from his throne from which he was staring down at their suffering like a god surveying his kingdom.