Agents Romanoff and Barton stay up late to talk. But when they wake up...
At six the next morning, Tony and Steve came to Clint's apartment to alert them of a problem Director Fury wanted the Avengers' help with and found the two agents fast asleep on the couch. Natasha's head was resting on Clint's right shoulder. Tony stifled a laugh.
"That's cute."
"Tony..." Steve began, certain this would go downhill.
"No, really," Stark continued. "That is dang cute." He held up his phone. "I'm putting that on Facebook."
His super-soldier companion forced his arms down. "No, you're not. Just wake them up." Tony blinked.
"Uuuh, no! I'm not waking up the couple of master assassins! What if they're crabby in the morning?" Steve rolled his eyes.
"Really? Iron Man is scared of waking up his teammates?" Stark was slowly backing behind the wall in the kitchen. "Go ahead. You know what? You should try the team call." Tony nodded, agreeing with himself. He cupped his hands beside his mouth, imitating shouting. "Go ahead, do it! 'Avengers Assemble!' You have an invigorating yell." Cap shook his head.
"You're ridiculous."
"Do it!" Tony insisted. "I'll just stay back here." Steve was about to touch Clint's shoulder to get him awake when the screeching sound of an air horn blared from the kitchen. Tony grinned from around the corner.
"Air horn app. Best investment ever."
"What the heck, Stark?!" Cap shouted as the billionaire ran out the door, blaring the horn ever louder.
"Good luck!"
The two SHIELD agents shot awake. Natasha pulled a gun from under a couch cushion on a reflex. Upon sighting Steve, Clint eyed him suspiciously. Steve pointed out the door.
"Don't look at me. That was Stark." The pair ran out the door. The last thing Steve heard was Clint shouting,
"She's gonna kill you, Stark! We're both gonna to kill you!"