"Tell me something Clint, why on Earth you find the need to be so sarcastic all the time."
The archer twirled the alcohol at the base of his bottle, rolling his eyes over Steves remark;
"Oh whatever. I'm just saying how I feel. You got a problem with that?"
Steve sighed out and tilted his head, sitting with the team;
"There are nicer ways to say it."
Tony entered with a look on his face, making eye contact with the captain before snapping his fingers;
"Okay. You could sit anywhere in the living room and you choose, my seat."
His bluer eyes return the contact and he released another sigh before reluctantly getting up;
"I'm sorry Stark I didn't realize."
"Okay well now you know. Now everybody know not to choose the right side of the couch. Oh and red that chair is mine too-"
"Grow up."
Natasha shifted in her place, flipping through the pages of the magazine left out on the table. Thor chuckled lightly;
"I do not think she is inclined to move."
Tony waved his hand, wisely choosing not to argue with the red haired assassin;
"Anyone know where Banners hiding?"
Maria hill shrugged her shoulders, handing Barton his third bottle of beer;
"Is he still working."
Stark mumbled, pulling out his phone;
"Yeah probably. I'll FaceTime him until he's uncomfortable and ready to come downstairs and talk to me for real."
Natasha rolled her eyes subtly, listening to Clints response;
"Yeah, that's great. He's probably got the hulk begging to be loose since the battle so you're a genius. Aggravate him some more."
Natasha mumbled from the chair, hearing out Maria Hills argument and her responses to Stark and Clint. She crossed her knees, fingertip ready to turn into the next page;
"If I hear Banners name one more time I will taze every single one of you in this room. Leave him alone."
Steve shifted over the impending silence, laying back in his seat while he lifted his shoulders;
"All I know is that he should be included. Maybe he doesn't know we're here."
Tony chuckled, holding his communication device while he elbowed the Captain;
"Watch this, I'm going to show you how to FaceTime-"
"Put the phone away. I'll be right back."
Starks eyes widened over Romanoffs snap, eyes narrow while he felt the stiff breeze of her movement.
"Okay..."
She kept her stern face, focused on her intention to drag the doctor down to the room and silence Tony Stark. Her eyes flick upward over the man now in front of her, taking a step back to adjust his glasses.
"Hello Miss Romanoff."
She nodded friendly, stepping into the kitchen as if it were her destination all along;
"Doctor. I was about to go up there and drag you down here at gun point."
"Well I'm glad you didn't."
Her fingers wrapped around the bottle in front of her. Bruce kept his focus shifted between her fingers and her facial expression, slightly intimidated by the way she patrolled the room;
"Want a beer?"
He lifted his hands, "No thank you."
She nodded, tossing the cap on the counter;
"I didn't think so."
"Brucey my main man!"
Banner shifted his stare, feeling a hand grab at his shoulder and lead him toward the common room;
"Hi Tony. How was the battle?"
He shrugged, "Fabulous. But that one alien had some nerve dodging for this pretty face."
Barton scoffed with an open mouth;
"Whatever. Cap teach him lesson."
Steve crossed his arms;
"One day he'll learn humility."
"Hey hey, easy now. I was born modest. Fortunately, it wore off."
Bruce contorted his mouth and shook his head over Tony's comment, taking a seat while he tugged at his fingers. He took in his surroundings, comfortable to be around his teammates and smirked over Thor's facial expression while he sat back and listened.
His shoulder flinched lightly over a gentle touch, looking over to see the red head beside him and pulled her hand away causally before sipping her alcohol;
"New shirt?"
"Uh. It's Tony's."
Natasha lifted an eyebrow, licking her upper lip;
"I see."
Clint held his forehead, giggling in the corner;
"Nat, Nat, tell Thor about the time you attacked the demon cop."
The corner of her mouth curved upward, "He wasn't a 'demon cop' just not a good guy."
Bruce rested his elbows on his knees, quietly analyzing her grin that he had seen once or twice before. He gazed straight ahead zoning out to the soft sound of her voice.
