A Real Horror Movie
Written for the prompt : Avengers,any, no one should let Clint pick the movie
There's a drop in the adrenaline that follows the kind of battle they've had that leaves them exhausted but not ready to give in and sleep. They need the companionship of being together to know that they all survived, battered, bruised but whole.
It's why they've wound up together at Steve's apartment, strangely enough. It's small, cosy and, unlike Tony's, still in one piece. They're piled together, personal space no longer an issue. Steve has ordered pizza all round and it turns out that contrary to Tony's opinion, Steve knows a pizza joint that does at least match if not exceed the one Tony would have chosen. The fact they're local, quick and deliver to this side of town are all added bonuses.
So the TV is on and they are all most definitely relieved that Steve has got a decent sized flat screen and nobody at SHIELD had the screwed idea to help him furnish his apartment in the style of the forties and Clint has decided that he should choose the DVD; after all, he's the one with the least amount of space to sit in, given that Natasha is sprawled over him in the nearest to 'boneless and unthreatening' she ever gets and, yes, he did have to ask her to remove a concealed weapon before she did a serious injury to a certain part of his anatomy that he never wants to consider in relation to the words 'serious' and 'injury' again.
He's frowning as he flicks through Steve's collection. "Seriously, man? You got any others?"
Steve looks worried for a moment when Clint suddenly changes his tune. "Awesome! I can't believe you've got this one!" and before anyone can ask, he's slipping the disc into the player and hitting play.
There's a collective groan of horror as the movie begins and the titles roll. "Where did you get this?" Tony gasps, too shocked to even look away or fight for the remote.
"SHIELD gave me a box of films that were supposed to fill in some of the gaps in pop culture. I haven't got round to watching them all and I have to admit that this was one I . . . I turned this one off. I found it hard to believe that this was supposed to be important and it didn't seem true to the 'Catwoman' I remembered from the Batman comics that I used to read."
Clint's head is tilted towards him, his expression pensive. All of a sudden, he asks, "In a box SHIELD gave you?"
He's so intent on Steve's answer that he barely notices as Natasha slides away from him, heading into the kitchen for another drink or so she says, but the rest of the team don't fail to catch her slightly guilty expression even if Clint does.
"Huh!" he says, "I used to have a copy of this, but then it vanished while I was on a mission. I used to watch it all the time. D'you remember, 'Tash?"
"Oh, I remember," Natasha says drily as she returns, this time settling on the arm of the chair Steve is sitting in. "I remember the horror of just how often you used to watch it! It was a small mercy for us all when you lost it!"