Imagine the Avengers getting hit with some sort of spell that makes them revert to their first language
and everyone expects to be unable to understand Natasha’s Russian or Thor’s Norse (Allspeak is great but it isn’t his first language according to the spell)
but then Steve starts spouting Gaelic, because he grew up speaking English in public but his immigrant mother taught him her own language first
Tony speaks either Spanish or Italian, because that’s what his first nannies spoke
and the spell considers ASL a language just as much as any spoken language, so Clint is just signing and making faces at people
and Bruce is just very confused (“Why do you expect me to be speaking a different language? I’m from Ohio.”)
Sam and Bruce watch the entire commotion from the sidelines, both with their arms crossed.
“Yeah, I got none of that,” Sam flatly says.
Bruce is frowning, watching all the other Avengers freaking the fuck out and somehow still not grasping that absolutely none of them can understand each other. It all just sounds like a bunch of noise. Somehow, even the aggression with which Barton is signing at all of them sounds loud.
“I’m still not getting any of this,” Sam chimes in.
“Mm. Hey, where’s Barnes?” Bruce asks. Sam shrugs. They continue to watch.
Bruce’s brows remain pinched in the center. For a few moments, he doesn’t take his eyes off of the disorder and chaos happening in front of them. But then he finally looks to Sam. “Yeah, okay,” he concedes.
No one seems to notice them leaving. In the background, to add to all the commotion, Bucky bursts into the room, hitting the back of a pot with a wooden spoon and marching through the room with an even bigger pot sitting atop his head like a hat; singing at the top of his lungs, “I AM SO GREAT, I AM SO GREAT – EVERYBODY LOVES ME, I AM SO GREAT!”
He’s the only one who finds this whole thing absolutely fucking hilarious.
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