"Tony! Get your lazy butt out of bed and down to the table, right now!" Steve Rogers yelled upstairs at Tony. He'd been up there all afternoon, doing nothing but texting Pepper and scrolling through his newsfeed.
"Fine! Jeez, no need to get your knickers in a knot," Tony grumbled as he thudded downstairs in his socks full of holes, washed out jeans and grey sweatshirt. He slumped into his seat and rested his new iPhone on the table next to him.
"Thank you," Steve said as he too sat down. Natasha and Clint were whispering about something at the end of the table, Thor was asleep on the couch as usual and Bruce was, of course, doing some kind of science research.
"Bruce, Bruce," Steve said, having to snap his fingers to get the young man's attention. "You can finish that later."
Bruce, looking like he was about to rage; calmly put his books on the floor.
"Nice meal Steve," Tony said sarcastically, poking at the spaghetti tower with his fork.
"Shut up Tony!" Natasha said from the end of the table. "I love spaghetti."
"Me too," Clint said, digging in, making the spaghetti sag to the side.
"I know, it's, different. But we have to get used to it. Tony, how's Pepper?"
"Fine, having the time of her life at Disney World, how come we never go anywhere?"
"You damn well know why Tony," Steve said, beginning to lose his patience as usual. Tony knew exactly what made Steve tick, and took great pleasure in pushing his buttons. Steve, now struggling to control his temper, left the table with an aggressive sigh and went to his office to the left of the tower. Here, he looked into some new S.H.I.E.L.D files sent to him by Nick Fury, and responded to a few e-mails regarding civilian business. It wasn't easy, trying to hide in New York as normal people, with the pressure of their powers straining everything. Including their own relationships. Suddenly, he heard calamity in the kitchen.
"Steve!" he heard Natasha yelling. "It's Bruce!" Oh dear. He rushed out to the kitchen to see Bruce facing the wall trying to regain control of his pulse. The table was upside down, spaghetti everywhere, the walls, the floor and Thor, who was now on his feet and fuming. He was head to toe spaghetti and was not happy.
"Who is responsible for this?" he bellowed with his booming voice.
"To-ny!" Clint and Natasha chanted, who were both covered in spaghetti as well.
"Tony, what did you do?" Steve asked Tony, exasperated.
"One little science joke," Tony explained with a smirk. Bruce had emerged from the corner and was pacing nervously.
"Sorry guys, I was provoked," he said apologetically.
"It's okay Bruce," Natasha said, placing a comforting hand on his shaking shoulders.
"Tony, get to your room, now!" Steve said.
"Fine, whatever you say," Tony said as he bounded up the stairs, grumbling as he went. "First you want me down there, next you want me up here, make up your goddam mind."