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Pepper groaned silently and quickly silenced the ringing phone. She slowly put it up to her ear.

"Hello, Pepper Potts speaking." She didn't look at the caller ID. She was furiously scanning a long contract. Another company wanted to make a deal with Stark INC. and they were rather known for being shady.

Her personal assistant (the only one she trusts with this) is enjoying her day off with her boyfriend. The other interns aren't even able to make coffee correctly, let alone check a high-stake contract. So, naturally, she was stuck with looking through the contract.

"Hey Pepper. Wanna eat dinner together? We should probably do something really special today and tomorrow, considering they will be our last days of freedom. Hmm, I want Italian, how about you? And by the way, the Avengers are going to be moving into the tower. I'll have the jet pick you up in 15 minutes and then we can go to that great little Italian place you love in Italy. They're moving here in 2 days. Does that sound good? Great. I'll see you in 15 minutes. Love you, bye." Pepper heard him hurriedly disconnect the call and sat there in shock.

The Avengers were living with them? They were moving in in two days? Why would Tony offer to let the Avengers live with them? At first, he didn't even want her living with him (he got over that when they became serious).

Pepper sighed. She had a strong feeling Fury had made him do this. To help them bond.

Not that she knew anything about that. Pepper ran a small hand through her strawberry blond hair. She had 15 minutes before she could yell at him. Pepper went back to her work, smiling.


"Pepper. Wow. You look... Wow." Tony grinned happily as soon as he saw her. She did look amazing in her regular white blouse and black pencil skirt. Even though she wasn't wearing any special makeup or her hair wasn't professionally done, he thought she was exceptionally beautiful.

"Tony Stark, don't try to sweet-talk your way out of giving me an explanation," she said poking his arc-reactor. He could see that she was fighting a smile.

"Explanation? I just wanted to take my girlfriend on a nice dinner after missing her. Can't a guy do that once in a while?" Tony asked, only half-joking. He had missed Pepper. With her running his business and him help rebuild New York, there wasn't a lot of time for it to be both of them.

"Stark..." Pepper warned, not even bothering to hide her smile. Tony sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Fury made me do it Pepper. It's for 'team bonding'. I feel like they just wanted to dump them somewhere where they couldn't destroy SHIELD equipment. So let's just enjoy our night, okay? We won't be alone for long." He gave her his famous puppy dog eyes. She smiled.

"Alright. Tony, I want to go home. We can do something special inside the tower." He raised his eyebrows and lips in a lazy smirk.

"Turn the jet around." And they celebrated their last full night alone.


2 days later...


Steve politely held open the door for Bruce, Clint, and Natasha. They nodded their thanks and proceeded to the elevator. The doors closed and a polite British accent sounded from the walls.

"Top floor." Steve held his breath as the elevator shot up quickly. There was finally a pleasant ding that cut through the tense silence.

He saw the room they were walking into and gasped. It was practically 25 times bigger than his room at the helicarrier. Damn. He knew Stark was rich, but this?

'Weapons must have paid really well,' Steve thought dryly.


Natasha entered the room and smiled. It was so much better than the stupid helicarrier.


There were couches strewn everywhere along with a tv and even a (dormant now) fireplace. There was a bar in the corner as well.

'How clever. Stark puts his entryway right by the bar,' she thought dryly.

But the best part were the panes of glass that let a person view the skyline and the large balcony.

"Welcome... to your new Common Room," Stark stated dramatically. He was sitting in a rolling chair and he swivelled around to see them, smirking. Natasha sighed.

"Wait, this is just one room? Not the entire apartment?" Steve blurted. Tony sends him a condescending smile.

"No, dear Captain. This is the common room. This," he gestured around himself vaguely, "is the room where you come to bond with each other and all that. You can't touch that when I'm not around though," he added, pointing to the bar.

Natasha rolled her eyes and went to pour herself a Russian vodka. She needed it.

"I wouldn't touch that..." he sang. She ignored him and went to grab a glass. Instantly, there was a shock. She felt tingly all over and then it was gone. She whirled around and stormed to Stark, grabbing his shirt. He gave her a nervous smile.

"Jarvis, let Romanoff pour herself a drink." The AI responded positively and Natasha stormed over to the bar. Surprisingly, there were a lot of her favorite drinks. Along with some of Clint's. Weird.

Stark came with her and poured himself a drink as well. He didn't say anything about the drink selection and she didn't bring it up either.

"Tony... The tour?" Bruce piped up. He nodded shortly and whirled around, striding towards the elevator. They filed in quietly, nobody really speaking. Tony groaned. Why were they so freaking silent?

"This level is the more 'living' level. See, this," Tony says, showing them into the room, "is a formal dining room." He led them to a giant kitchen with sleek metal appliances.

"So this is the kitchen. Can any of you guys cook?" Steve raised his hand slowly. It was like school all over again.

"Excellent. You can use this to make us meals, Captain." Tony smirked. Steve nodded, looking eager to begin.

"There's also a gym and training room here," Tony opened a large door. It was a fully-equipped gym, from gun shooting areas (he could tell Natasha was itching to try them out) and archery targets (advanced ones. Clint was practically drooling) to the regular weights and treadmills.

"We're expected to use this room frequently. Something about staying fit and ready to battle." Tony waved his hand dismissively. As if. He led them somewhere else.

"Banner, this is your R&D. You're going to love it!" Bruce grinned happily. He thanked Tony for a personal lab. He felt that Tony liked him (and Hulk) the best of all and he was rather grateful.

Tony personally asked Bruce to move into the tower. He waved away his concerns about breaking everything in the tower.

"What's that door?" Clint asked, pointing at a connecting room. Tony turned to Bruce proudly.

"That," he said, pausing dramatically, "is Hulk's playroom. It connects to all the rooms you might go into. It gives you a chance to let off some steam. Don't worry, it's not a cage," he added hastily, catching sight of Bruce's expression.

"You can come in and out. But it will help you control Hulk. I think he'll like it." Tony, unlike many people, liked the Hulk. Bruce smiled. A genuine smile.

"Thanks, Tony. I think he does." They continued on. Tony stopped at a room with double doors.

"This is the media room. There's pretty much every movie that's worth watching on here. If there isn't, you can just buy one, I don't care. There's also a popcorn maker and some pretty decent recliners. Alright, next floor."


"These are the living quarters. This is Thor's, that is yours, Rogers. Romanoff, this one's yours and Clint, you're her neighbor. Banner, this is your new apartment, and this one over here is mine," he said, pointing at the nice looking double doors.

"You guys can refurnish your apartments, I don't care. We also have some rules. They will be in your apartment. If you break one, well, don't. Now go explore. We'll be eating dinner in 1.5 hours." Tony said, shrugging carelessly.


Natasha stepped into her apartment and gasped. It was spacious. The decor was tasteful but she knew she would regret it. She set down her suitcase. All of her belongings went in one suitcase. Pathetic.

She moved to the bedroom. It was big enough, with a very decent-sized closet. She liked the furniture. Big bed, nightstand, a moderate bookshelf, desk and tv. But the colors! She shuddered.

The bathroom was great. There was a jacuzzi tub and a big shower with a rainhead and jets. The bathroom was stocked with her favorite products as well. Tony really went all-out, she thought happily.

The kitchen was small compared to the great one outside. There was the basic amount of ingredients for a few meals. She sighed. She was the worst cook ever. She even burned toast to such a crips that even the ants didn't want it!

The living room was nice, especially the furniture. There was a cream L-shaped couch and a glass coffee table. There was a soft, plush rug right in front of the fireplace. The flatscreen tv was giant and underneath was a little cabinet. The fireplace was nice, big enough for a decent fire. The glass windows were in her bedroom and her living room. She had an amazing view of the New York skyline.

She loved it. She just had to replace the sheets and towels and it would be perfect.

"Thank you, Tony." She said quietly.


Steve stepped into his apartment and smiled softly. It was perfect. Simple, but to his taste. He flopped onto the bed and checked the clock on the bedside table. It was 7. He leaned back and closed his eyes. After all, he had one hour to kill.

"Thank you, Stark." He said, already closing his eyes.

Maybe living here wouldn't be so bad.


Bruce pushed open the door and grinned. It would suit him just fine. He beelined for the extra door and took the stairs.

His smile widened when he realized this was the entrance to his personal lab.

"Thank you Tony." He breathed.


Clint stepped into his room. He surveyed it and finally decided that it was alright. He liked it. He found another door that seemingly led to nowhere.

"Sir, that door leads to Romanoff's apartment." Clint smiled softly. He was glad to have her close in case he had gotten another nightmare. They were sleeping together long before they were sleeping together.

Not that anyone knew.

"Thanks Stark." He said, grinning widely.


Alright, that's chapter 2! I'm sorry, I know it's super boring. I just want them to get familiar with their surroundings first. Next chapter is an extremely awkward dinner and a mission!

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