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Whoa, come with me now.

"Gentlemen, behold!" Marcus made a grand gesture toward the red and white structure before them. It had taken nearly seven hours to get to Chester, WV and it wasn't exactly on their way, but what kind of Brit would he be if he passed up the opportunity to visit the "World's Largest Teapot"? He had a duty to himself, his mother country, and his teammates. Especially since this would be the last opportunity to drag Jay across the country before his college classes started.

Whipping out his handy guide to roadside attractions, he thumbed to the correct page and peered at the attraction information. "Apparently, it began life as a keg..."

It was not, strictly speaking, the best looking teapot he'd ever seen. The size was impressive, though.

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Bruce had occasionally gone camping with Uncle Steve, so he knew a little bit about camping.

"First order of business is tents, then we set up for making the fire."

Which, technically, was solved by him with a photon blast rather than matches, but still.

"Dealer's choice," Marcus answered Jay. He did not, strictly speaking, have any spears, but given enough time and incentive, he was sure he could fashion some from local materials. He used a lance, occasionally. How much harder could a spear be?

"Fire you say?" He glance at Bruce as he carried his tent to a promising looking location. At least it was flat. Ish. "It just so happens that I've acquired us a flint and steel for just that purpose!"

Camping, by God. They would camp like real campers.

"You do remember I'm powered by the sun, right?" Bruce asked, laughing.

"Otherwise known as Bruce likes to cheat," Jay commented as he grabbed his tent and found a spot that was a bit away from where the fire would be. If he Hulked out in his sleep, it would also disturb the other two less with giant Jay wearing a tent muumuu.

"Spear-fishing wouldn't need worms. Pole fishing might actually get us a fish. Decisions, decisions." Boo hummed contemplatively from the backpack.

"There will be no cheating, sir!" Marcus gave Bruce a mock scowl and a finger wag. Tsk. Trying to take shortcuts? Never! "We are men of skill and good conscience. We shall bend the wilderness to our will!"

Marcus glanced over. "And when we pitch our tents, I want Boo on my team."

Jay set down the backpack so Boo could wander out if it so desired. Boo did just that. The small, furry creature wandered around the campsite, but it was never very far from Jay.

The sometimes green teen started to construct his tent. Right side up even.

"You thinking Boo will throw your tent far?" Jay asked as he knelt down to drive in a stake.

Bruce just laughed as he got to work on pitching his tent.

"I dunno," he said. "That wilderness can be pretty tough."

"Likely further than I could." Marcus made a show of 'flexing' a muscle, then dumped the contents of the tent bag onto the ground, sorting the pieces carefully.

"Don't be so pessimistic, Bruce! Jay will keep us safe."

"I think Boo and Marcus need to arm wrestle." Jay moved from one stake to the next, pounding them in with his camp axe.

Boo wandered over toward Marcus and eyed the scattered pieces on the ground. It squeaked contemplatively.

"Even in the woods, I can handle the wilderness," Jay commented as he drove the last stake in. He had been adroit in setting up his tent. He glanced to the sky and rubbed his chin.

Bruce just shook his head and laughed, continuing to set up his tent.

"That was either deeply profound or phenomenally dumb, Jay," Bruce told him. "So I'll split the difference and go with profoundly dumb."

"What d'ya reckon?" Marcus asked Boo, crouching beside the little guy and stroking his own chin thoughtfully. There were instructions and diagrams, so it really wasn't all that complicated. Well, in theory.

"Do you suppose if I'm incompetent enough, Jay and Bruce will put it together for me?"

Boo squinted and then toddled over to grab a tent stake. The miniature giant space hamster wandered back over to by Marcus's side. It began waving the stake like he was directing how the tent should be assembled.

Jay decided to forego the rain flap. He glanced over toward Marcus and did a doubletake. He sauntered over.

"Lemme guess... you don't need no steenkin' instructions."

Bruce headed over himself, after finishing his own tent.

"You need help, bro?" he asked. "Because that tent is still pretty, ah, not-set-up."

Marcus gave Boo's direction serious consideration. Boo might be only a handful of inches tall, but he had conviction!

He looked up at Jay and blinked. "What? I have instructions." He pointed at Boo.

He wagged a finger at Bruce. "Can't rush art, my good sir."

Jay looked at Boo and then at Marcus. "He could be doing his own version of 'Bippity Boppity Boo' and expecting you to wear that. You'll be the prettiest knight at the ball."

Bruce laughed out loud. "I agree with Jay," he said. "That's definitely what's going on here."

"You two are just jealous." Of something. Certainly. Marcus nodded firmly and picked up some tent stakes, stared at them, bit one for good measure, and then tapped them rhythmically together. "Who knew camping was so musical?"

Jay blinked and then stared at Marcus. Boo continued conducting. Though it altered a bit to Marcus's staked beats.

The sometimes green teen shook his head. He went over to grab a pole and get the tent up for his friend.

"The less chance of you snuggling up to me and calling me Sammy, the better."

Bruce just shook his head and moved to help Jay and Marcus.

"I don't think anyone wants that."

"I'll have you know that Sammy says I'm very cuddle-able." Marcus huffed, watching Jay work at the tent. He probably could have figured it out in good time, but it was far more entertaining this way.

He sat down by Boo and propped his arms up on his knees. "Sure, they're efficient, but are they musical?"

Boo blew a raspberry to answer Marcus. It stopped conducting with the tent stake and leaned on improvised miniature giant space hamster took like it was a cane.

"Sure, but what does Sammy say about your pole sliding into ho-sleeves ability?" He coughed as he and Bruce managed to get the tent to pop-up correctly.

Bruce spared Boo a glance. "Is he... doing a Yoda impression?"

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