The Avengers have kind of gotten into the habit of falling asleep or winding down all huddled and pressed against each other, after defeating a tough villian, Clint and Tasha coming back from a solo mission, one of them has nightmares, etc. They've actually got to the point they don't even bother about it and it's almost automatic. Then they end up having to take on a supervillian in the middle of nowhere, and when they're done they're on the Hellcarrier, with it's tiny claustrophic rooms; and even any of Tony's international mansions are a long way off. Cue to them getting really annoyed, twitchy, snappy, about the whole thing. Bruce might even end up Hulking out again, and having to be contained. Then they all go fuck it, Nat, and Clint steal as many pillows and blankets they can get, Tony overrides the containment unit settings to get Bruce out, and they all just find some place to set up and curl up. Bonus for Steve and Thor, who are normally the easiest to get along with, glare and threaten bodily harm to any of the SHIELD members who try to even enter the area. The internet if they forgo everything, break into Hulk's containment unit, because hey it is big and comfy enough, and just use him as a body pillow to curl up on, with the Hulk not even minding. I just want a post battle big superhero cuddle pile, okay. Because even heroes need their hug time.

It happens slowly enough for Abed to get used to the idea.

Annie, Troy, and Abed bake a pie and have sex. I have no idea why it's eleven thousand words.

This fic goes canon divergent for everything following Mary acting as a client in His Last Vow. Sherlock misses John. John misses Sherlock. Victor Trevor, Sherlock's oldest friend (and a super nice guy in this version) and participant in the 'great sexual experiment of '98' shows up to cuddle the hell out of a touch-starved Sherlock, get him talking, and get those two idiots back together. He'll work on Mary later. One fucked-up couple at a time is all he can handle.