The Avengers and the Marauders

(Inspired by Padfoot_Sirius_ )

(This is set in a Muggle park, and it's late in the evening)

(James Potter and Sirius Black are strolling down the stone path, when suddenly, there's a streak of light in the sky, and something crashes down into a nearby bush)

Sirius: Bloody hell! What was that?
James: (adjusts glasses)  I don't know... let's take a look, Padfoot.

(they draw their wands and walk to the bush)

James: It appears to be some sort of Muggle contraption, mate.

(Tony Stark groans and stands up slowly, catching sight of James and Sirius)

Tony: Woah, is there a costume party somewhere that I'm missing?

Sirius: Would you look at this bloke, Prongs? He's practically a flying tin can with rocket launchers!

James: (smirks) He's spaghetti - going somewhere, mate, and it isn't to visit Chef Boyardee.

Tony: Prongs, was it? I've gotta say, naming yourself after the pointy ends of a fork? (Shakes head in disapproval) You're not that sharp.

Sirius: Oh please, you don't want to start a fight now, do you, my good man?

James: That should be fun, we're overage now... How about a proper duel?

Tony: Sure! That way atleast you'll get to lose with honour, right?

Sirius: I don't mean to be blunt, but you don't exactly have a chance against the two of us, mate.

Tony: You think I'm afraid of a magician with a stick? I have my back up.

James: We have magic.

Tony: We have a Hulk.

Sirius: (doubles up laughing) That sounds like a ghastly disease, doesn't it, Prongs?

Tony: (rolls eyes) You'll see.

James: Well, speaking of back up, I think we ought to call our backup too, don't you think, Padfoot?

Sirius: Certainly, if we're going to have a proper duel, team against team. Let's get the Marauders together.

Tony: I'll have the Avengers assembled.