I yawned, stretching my arms out in exhaustion. Loud 'pops' sounded from my back as I turned around. A black haired and shirtless dude walked barefoot across the floor and started drinking from the milk carton.
"Uh, too late. I already did that." I shuffled over the cold tile. The guy spit out the milk, spraying it from his nose (Seem familar?) and wiped his mouth.
"You've got to be joking." He groaned.
"Woah-ho-ho!" someone exclaimed. A man with a goatee pointed at the milk sprinkler. "You are cleaning that up."
"Eh? Why me? She's the one who made me do it!" The milk sprinkler accused me.
"Stark! Loki! Don't make me come down there!" Natasha yelled from another room.
"Wait, who are you again?" Stark (Or Loki) asked.
"Uh, house keeping!" I stammered in a scratchy voice. "You need me fluff pillow?"
"Seems reasonable." He shrugged.
"She's lying." Thor corrected, coming out of nowhere. "She is here for 'community service'." I face palmed and glared at him.
"Seriously?" I grumbled.