Hawk-eye arrived first, then Captain America and I could see Tony Stark all bundled up through the frost on the window. I looked at Coulson with his left arm in a complicated looking sling and an objection hovering on my tongue.
"Is there a problem?" He asked in the way that only Coulson can.
"Well...n-no but-"
"Good. Keep it that way until tomorrow."
I sighed and carried Hawkeye's bag into the extra room where they would be sleeping. I was assuming that the others would come later. Now being the random person I am, I started wondering what I was supposed to call every one. I turned this thought over several times until I settled on this; Sir for Cap, Mr. Stark (duh), Mr. Barton (that might not go over well), and finally Mr. Banner (or should it be Dr. Banner?). Thor was the only one I saw having trouble with, Mr. Odinson maybe? No, that doesn't sound right. Mr. Thor, NOPE, that's worse. I had no idea how I was to address Black Widow. First names seemed kind of off limits, so I guess Miss Romanoff would be the safest 'am seemed too old for her.
... Several days and one freak snow storm later...
I don't know how we got to the painting part but it sure was tons of fun to watch. I couldn't join in because I had gotten a rather bad cold from working outside too long. Anyway, at some point I fell asleep and woke up to an empty room. It had gotten chilly so I wined as I reached about for a blanket. I felt a pair of arms scooping me up off the couch. I was still half asleep mind you, so I was pretty much numb to whatever was going on right now. I was tucked into bed as I sniffled and was handed a tissue.
"Good night" came several whispers as I fell back to sleep.