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And now, on to the second game...

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"Now for the second game - and just think, we're one more game closer to bein' through with this mess- is called...Let's Make a Date. 'S for all four of you knuckleheads. Miss Romanoff, the cards inform me that you will be appearing on a sort of dating-like show - my apologies but you're only able to pick from Steve, Tony and Clint - who have been given a strange quirk or identity to act out and you must guess who they are at the end of the game." The four get up and take their respective seats on stools that have appeared on the stage; Nat on the one all the way far right, Clint next to her, Tony next and Steve on the far left stool. There had been envelopes on each of the three male Avengers' seats that they each picked up and opened to look at as they sat down. Steve crinkled his brow as he read what was on his card, then lifted one eyebrow rather archly and looked rather smug. Tony blinked and frowned as he read his, gave a little huff as he tucked it away and then sat at attention. Both Clint's brows rose as he read what was on his card, and he looked much too amused for Fury's taste.

"And Barton, if you mess up I will kill you. I have the answers here and I know who you all are." He motions with a card in his hand, his eye fixed on Barton. Then he leaned back and switched his attention to Romanoff. "Natasha, you're up."

"Contestant number one," Natasha spoke, pretending to be smacking gum as she flicked her hair behind her shoulder. "I think it's pretty important to have fun on a date - where would you take me and why?"

Clint, who has one eye closed with a scowl on his face - for his card, as if you couldn't already guess, had read DIRECTOR FURY - crossed his arms over his chest and raised his head. "I have this secret hideout - but that's a secret so I can't tell you how to get there, so uh. Downtown coffee shop. 'S close, and cheap."

"Great." Nat did not at all sound enthused however, and now turned her attention to Tony. "Contestant number two, same question."

"That's classified." Tony responded, after about a second of contemplative silence. See, his card had read, PHIL COULSON. Natasha blinked a time or two, Tony never moving at all just sitting there unnaturally still and staring straight ahead. Which was really weird for Tony, but somehow refreshing to see.

"Well then, let's move on. Contestant number three," Natasha turned her attention to Steve, who had turned on his stool so that his back was facing them. He was pretending to be messing with something in his hands, a cell phone presumably. And he was ignoring them.

"Contestant number three," Natasha repeated, a little more loudly as she leaned forward. Then she sharply cleared her throat and added, "If I could have your attention, please, we have a show going here and much as I don't want to I must ask you something so we can keep it moving,"

"Yes, dear?" Steve asked without missing a beat, turning and smiling innocently at Natasha, inclining his head a little to show he was now listening. He had one leg crossed over the other and his hands were now resting idly on his lap. Because, in case you hadn't already guessed, his card had read TONY STARK.

"Sorry, you were saying?" Steve added, blinking at Natasha.

"If you were privileged to take me on a date, where would we go?" Natasha asked, almost regretting the question as soon as she asked it, already having an idea of who Steve might be.

"First off, and let's get this straight, the privilege would be you getting to go out with me. And second, well let's see - I do own like half the town, so anywhere you wanted to! It doesn't even have t'be in the States - we could jump on my jet and...well." Steve smiled and then shrugged, tilting his head as he glanced towards Nat and added, "But I know this great Shwarma place just down the street from here...how about meetin' me there after the show, hm?" and then he grinned and winked. Tony, sitting next to him, actually snorted and glared at Steve before returning to his emotionless staring. He was no doubt thinking he owned more than just half the town, but for once kept his mouth shut.

"Okay, back to contestant number one - What's your favorite thing?"

"Keepin' secrets." Clint proclaimed, still keeping one eye closed. He stretched out his legs in front of him, crossing one ankle over the other, but said no more.

"All righty then," she smiled lightly and moved on to Tony. "And what about you, number two?"

"That's also classified." Tony said, but then glanced to his right, did a sort of a double take and then just smiled. "Oh my gosh, I can't believe I'm sitting next to the -real- Captain America. It's just been such a pleasure, sir, to, to sit here, next to you." Tony's gleefulness was almost creepy, but Steve just glanced over, looking unimpressed.

"The pleasure's all yours, I assure you." Steve commented, facing forwards again. Tony continued looking at him in awe another moment before seeming to come back to himself, muttering under his breath though as it was loud enough for others to hear, it was clearly for the benefit of Nat as well as the audience, "Right, we're doing a show here." Then he went right back to the emotionless staring.

"All right, now that we got that sorted - number three? Same question."

"My favorite thing?" Steve questioned, seeming to perk up a bit. "Uh, obviously, myself." A small pause, then, "And why do I have to be number three?" He asked in a sort of whiny tone, looking down the row at Clint. "Why 'm I not number one, huh? I pull the most weight around here, sheesh." Then he leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest, looking displeased. Finally, the buzzer sounded. Steve breathed a sigh of relief and sagged back in his seat, though not too far 'else he'd have fallen off. Tony shook himself out a little, as if he'd been a dog that had gotten somewhat wet, while Clint finally allowed himself to re-open his left eye.

"Can you guess who they all were?" Fury put the question out to Natasha from from behind his desk.

"Way too easy." Natasha said, placing her hands in her lap as she looked the three over. "Clint was the director, you." She spoke, giving Fury a somewhat sympathetic smile as Clint beamed, nodding his head. "Tony was...Coulson, probably." Tony smiled cheekily and then just as quickly let it drop, and then turned to Steve.

"What I'm interested in is hearing who -you- were playing as, Capsicile." Tony said, his expression reserved but he was eyeing Steve suspiciously. Steve just gave him a half-smile.

"Steve was Tony." Natasha declared, absolutely no doubt in her voice. Tony glared at Steve and, while he must admit Steve had been given the best personality, he was muttering something to himself about 'owning more than half the town - get it right, I mean come on...'

"Right on all three accounts. Very good, Romanoff - you get a thousand points while the rest of y'all get five hundred each." Tony and Clint looked about to complain as they all, minus Nat since Clint had grabbed her stool as well as his own, helped in putting the stools back to whence they'd come from, but Fury waved them away. "Let's keep this thing rolling people, next game is..."