Tony burst into the common room, waving around a thin game case in his hand.

"Guys!" he shouted eagerly. "JARVIS, start up the Wii! We got Just Dance!"

Natasha barely spared a glance for him, her eyes focused on the book in her hands. Phil and Clint paused their conversation on the couch to stare at him steadily, making Tony slightly uncomfortable. Steve and Bruce were nowhere to be found.

"Tony, you realize we are not twelve-year-old girls," Phil deadpanned. Clint, on the other hand, had scrambled over to stand next to Tony, jumping up and down slightly.

"Yes, yes, yes!" he exclaimed. "Put it in right now, Tony!"

"Thank you!" Tony stumbled over to the television, so eager he could barely function. He cracked open the game case, shoving the disc into the console. He seized a Wii remote off the shelf, waving the pointer across the screen repeatedly before finally clicking on the right icon.

"Who else wants to play?" Tony said, as JARVIS called Steve and Bruce into the room.

Steve entered the room fully prepared to have to argue with Tony about why they could not have a dog; he stopped short at the sight in front of him: Tony and Clint dancing around each other, linking arms and kicking their feet while laughing and breathing hard.

"What is going on?" Steve asked, looking to Phil desperately. The SHIELD agent shrugged hopelessly.

"I don't know."

"Steve!" Tony yelled. "Join us!"

"Um…"

Tony thrust a remote into the super soldier's hands. "Follow the dancer on the screen and you'll be fine," he instructed.

Steve stared blankly at the screen for a long minute, as Tony scrolled through the songs and clicked on What Makes You Beautiful.

He and Clint sang along, messing up the words and the dance, as Steve stood there awkwardly. He glared at Phil as the older man laughed and left the room, and gazed urgently at Bruce when he entered the room and immediately exited.

"Tony—"

"No, you cannot leave. You must play."

Steve sighed, hesitantly starting to follow his dancer's moves. Tony and Clint giggled like children, and Natasha curled up tighter in her armchair, drawing her thick blanket tighter around her as she flipped to another page in her book.

Thor was, unfortunately, needed in Asgard, or the demigod would have been eager to take Steve's place.

Steve was not allowed to stop playing the game until Clint had tired himself out, falling asleep sprawled over Phil's lap – who had prepared some popcorn and was munching away happily, watching Tony and Steve make fools out of themselves. Steve collapsed on the other couch, where Tony crawled in to his lap and smiled happily, sweat making his skin glisten in the fading afternoon light.

"Thanks, Steve," he murmured into Steve's neck.

"No problem," he said. "It was actually not that bad."

Tony grinned, licked a stripe up the blonde's neck, then fell asleep as JARVIS dimmed the lights and began to play a movie.

A/N: I am incredibly sorry for this utter crap, but I was bored one day on vacation when I was doing absolutely nothing and my sister had said that she had wanted to write this but didn't actually want to…so I did it for her. Dude, if you're reading this, I really am not happy with you.