Clint's bags thumped to the floor as he looked around his new room. Tony really had gone overboard in decorating their rooms according to their aliases. The walls were painted a deep purple, and the ceiling was high, the rafters showing. Clint liked that. He liked spots high up. Clint grabbed his bow case, and set his weapon on the rack that Tony had had specially made. A whistle sounded behind him. He spun around to see Natasha standing the doorway, checking out the space. She cocked an eyebrow. "Nice color."Clint smiled and said, "How's yours?" Natasha rolled her eyes. "Stark painted it black and red. It's suffocating. Like a cave." "Come on. Let's go see the rest of this place." They walked down the hall, trying to find a stairway. But no, there was only an elevator. The two agents hated elevators. Too easy to get trapped in. Too susceptible to mechanical breakdowns. Plus, they were lazy. But seeing as it was their only option, they hit the down button. When the doors opened, Tony beckoned them inside. "Do you always ride the elevator whenever someone wants to get on?" Clint asked. "No," Tony said. "I was coming up to see if you liked your rooms. Not that I give a damn, but Pepper made me." Natasha sighed. "Glad to know you care about us, Stark. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside." The elevator arrived at their floor, and the doors opened to reveal the rest of the team sitting around in a living room type of area. Thor and Steve were arm wrestling, while Bruce read a textbook the size of Thor's hammer. Thor pushed Steve's hand down, and stood up. "The Hawk! The Spider! How marvelous to see you again!" He shook Clint's hand and kissed Natasha's. "Lose the language, Point Break. Get into the 21st century, goddammit. Anyway, who want's some pizza? I'm starving."