It had been Clint's idea. After all this time, they should have known better than to agree to any of Clint's ideas. Still, game night had sounded innocent enough. They just shouldn't have let Barton pick the board game.
"I do not understand. The goal of the game is to collect these tiny buildings?"
Clint snatched the small hotel out of Thor's paws, returning it to the box. "In a way, yes. But it's mostly about the cash," he explained, settling comfortably by the table. "Get rich or die trying." Tony snorted.
"I'm still not sure that I want to play…"
Bruce winced at the slap to his back. "Nonsense, Banner. This will be great fun," Thor practically exclaimed, hyped by the arrival of beers via Natasha.
"Do I get dibs on 58th and Broadway since I already, y'know, own most of the buildings there?" Tony inquired. The chair he was rocking on was making a delightful squeaking noise and he could see it was already starting to bother at least half of the team.
"Let's just start this, shall we?" Natasha pushed. She had a bad feeling about this, amped up by the gleeful look on Clint's face.
Everyone accepted their wad of fake cash, handed off by Barton, who, of course, had demanded to be the banker. After Tony's suggestion to spice up the game was shot down ("I'm just saying, it's way more fun playing for real money."), Clint brought up the game pieces.
"Banker gets first pick," he claimed as he chose the dog for himself. The others leaned over the table, peering at the tiny, metallic objects.
"Hey, Romanoff. Misogynistic joke." Tony tossed her the tiny flatiron, grinning widely.
"Oh, please. You of all people missed the Iron man pun?" she replied, flicking the piece into the back of Tony's head. Eventually (after a few minor spats) everyone settled with their piece. Thor went with 'the strange, one-wheeled cart that looks like a small chariot,' Natasha settled for the hat, Steve with the flatiron after Tony and Natasha had refused to stop throwing it around, Stark took 'the Stark mobile' and Bruce warily picked up the thimble once everyone else had gotten theirs.
"Alright, who wants first roll?"
…
"You did something to the dice! There's no way in he- I mean, he obviously tampered with the dice!"
"Relax, Cap. You're giving Barton's brain way too much credit."
"Big words coming from someone who just fell into debt, Mister Stark."
"Watch it, Merida."
"Don't you think we've been playing for long enou-"
"On the contrary! You are just being a sore loser."
"Well, I've landed in jail seven times…"
"Thor, I told you to stop banging on the table- Get your hand off my hat!"
"If you get your hands off my chariot."
"I was putting it back in place because your testosterone knocked all the pieces down!"
"Will someone just roll the damn dice?"
"Steve! Language!"
"Guys, seriously, let's just pack the game up and relax. We're all adults here."
"I think I'm going to invest in a hotel here…"
"…"
"You better start running, Barton."
"Tony, you are not getting in that suit."
"Come on, Tash. Let him try his worst."
"You asked for it, Tweetie."
"I'll just be in the meditation room."
"Steve, where are you going with that shield?"
"I had no idea your Earth games were so violent and amusing!"
…..
The smell of smoke still lingered in the air, along with a few stray feathers that still floated around; the remains of the massacred pillows.
"You mean to tell me that my Friday night was ruined because you idiots thought it would be a good idea to play Monopoly?"
"Actually, it was Clint's-"
"I don't care whose idea it was, Stark. I care that I had to spend my evening off, breaking up a fight between four grown men."
The four grown men in question averted their eyes from Fury's stinging gaze but the pleased glint in Barton's eyes was very visible to Natasha's trained eye.
"Even you, Rogers."
Steve glanced up, looking like a kicked puppy.
"Now, can I leave to try and enjoy the rest of my evening or am I risking the four of you singlehandedly starting World War III?"
"We shall behave," Thor mumbled, looking quite humorous hunched up with the others on the tiny sofa, seeing as the big one had been thrown out the window earlier.
"Good." Nick gave a curt nod to Natasha before walking towards the elevators. "And clean this place up, stupid, childish, sad excuse for adults. It's like a group of five year olds with superpowers…" The elevator doors shut on his rambling and Bruce's head popped around the corner. His eyes widened behind his glasses once he took in the living room.
"You should see the kitchen," Clint muttered under his breath, earning a light punch from Tony.
"Don't you dare," Natasha warned and the four men skittered off in different directions.
Bruce strolled through the sea of feathers on the floor, looking around at the destruction.
"So… what did you do with the game?"
"Let's just say that this tower will never see another game of Monopoly. Ever. Now, I think I deserve a beer." Natasha tossed something over to Bruce before vanishing into the kitchen. Turning it around in his hand, he smiled at the tiny thimble. "Next time, feel free to let the other guy bash them around a bit."
Bruce laughed. "Why? I ended up winning the game."
Somewhere from behind a locked door, shouts of disbelief carried into the living room, along with demands of a rematch.