Avenger's One-shots and Preferences

Si-Vengers Part 1

This is another crazy idea I've been sitting on for a while. It's kinda sort a crossover with the Avengers and Duck Dynasty. The Avengers run a contest and the winner gets to tour meet them and tour the facility, and guess who wins the contest? None other then Uncle Si Robertson.

Prepare for hilarity.

"Alright, everyone," Tony announces, checking the time on one of his high tech computers, "Just five more minutes and the contest will be officially closed." "I wonder who the lucky winner is going to be?" you wonder excitedly, "I can't wait to see the look on their face when they get to see all this."

For promotional reasons, you and the team had collectively agreed to run a contest to the public; the lucky winner of said contest would not only get to meet the Avengers, but would also get to tour the facility.

"I still stand by my belief that this is a terrible idea," Loki quips. "Oh, come now, brother, this is all harmless fun," Thor assures, "After all, how much damage can one civilian individual cause?" "That's what you said the time you thought it was a good idea to smelt the captains shield using only a flame torch and a magnifying glass," Loki deadpans. "Wait, when did that happen?" Steve raised an eyebrow. "You're kidding right," Sam frowns, "Those idiots nearly burned down the entire compound. Even the fire proof safe room, and God only knows how that was possible."

"Thirty more second left," Tony announces, "15 seconds....ten....five, four, three, two, one. That's it, the contest is closed. Now time to pull a random name out of the pool of people who entered. Friday will you take it from here?" "Sure thing boss," the AI replies who creates a holographic hat with all the names fitted into it, "The lucky winner of the Avengers contest is..." the virtual hat shakes around a little before a name pops out.

Tony reads the name "The winner is Silas Robertson," he tells the team. "Interesting name," Wanda quips. "I can't help but feel I've heard that name somewhere before," you add, "I just can't put my finger on it." "Well whoever he is, he'll get to meet us on Saturday," Tony continues, "So we best be ready for his arrival."

----Time skip to Saturday----------

Saturday came around before anybody knew it. Appropriate measures had been taken safe proof nearly every part of the facility so as not to endure any possible casualties.

"So when exactly is this guy suppose to show up?" you ask, checking the phone. "His plane landed two hours ago," Steve answers, "So, he should be here right about-" before he could finish, there was a loud crash; you, Steve, and a couple others rush to investigate.

Sure enough, there was a car parked in the middle of the third floor; shattered glass was evidence that the driver somehow managed to get the car all the way up there. "How did that even happen?" Rhodey asked, "Tony never managed to park the car all the way up here, and I've seen him drunk park one of his cars in the lab in the first floor without so much as leaving a single scratch.

"Good grief," they hear the driver's voice. Out of the car was a strange looking man dressed in camo, with a grayish white beard, a Tupperware glass in hand, and a deranged look in his eyes. Taking in his surroundings, the man notices the looks of shock on yours and the team's faces, "Oh, sorry about that," he says, "Hey, feel free to send me a bill, and I'll be sure to mail y'all every single penny in return."

"Uh yeah," Rhodey quips in, "How did this even happen in the first place?" he gestures to the car in the room. "Hey, don't look at me, it weren't my fault, okay?" the man puts his hands up, "One minute I was barrel diving down highway whatever it was called, and next thing I knew, I found myself flying right across these fields and I ended up here."