"Right this way, ma'am." Steve grinned as he held the door open for Ms. Zeigler.
"Steve, JARVIS is perfectly capable of-"
"I think it's charming," Ms. Zeigler informed Tony.
"JARVIS is charming," muttered the genius.
"A joy to see you again, milady!" Thor cried, bounding across the room to envelop their producer in his arms.
Ms. Zeigler attempted to hug back, but her arms were too small to fully wrap around Thor, so she settled for patting him on the side. When he finally released her, she took in a great gasp of air and looked him over. Tony had purposefully provided him with the most ridiculous pajamas he could find, (he was a little disturbed that they had "Hello Kitty" pajamas in Thor's size) and the producer slowly scanned him from his bed-head to his bunny slippers. "Cute," she decided. "May I?" She gestured to the stuffed version of Mjolnir that he clutched under his arms.
"This is not the real thing," he whispered, and winked conspiratorially.
"I suspected as much," she replied in the same manner. Thor nodded and handed over the stuffed hammer for her inspection. "Aww, it's even got a little symbol just like the real one. That's so cute!" Her voice had reached a decibel that made Tony wince. Quickly, she regained her composure. "Why do you have it?" she asked, returning it to Thor.
"It gives me great unease to be parted from Mjolnir, but Stark insisted that 'twould be best for me to relinquish it whilst I slumber."
"I didn't want him blowing up my house if he had a nightmare," Tony elaborated.
"I DO NOT HAVE NIGHTMARES!" Thor bellowed. "NIGHTMARES HAVE ME!"
"That makes no sense," Tony informed him.
"So, Thor couldn't sleep without his hammer?"
"Mjolnir," Thor corrected.
"Bless you," she replied absently.
"That is correct, Thor couldn't sleep without his hammer, so I got this for him." Tony was proud of how solemn he kept his expression. "Anything for a friend, right?"
Ms. Zeigler just chuckled. "This stuff is GOLD."
"Clint has a Winnie the Pooh poster," Natasha called from the kitchen.
"No shame!" came Clint's voice.
"Barton, so help me if you're on top of my refrigerator..."
There was a quiet thump in the kitchen, then Clint called, "I'm not on the refrigerator!"
"But he was two seconds ago," Natasha added.
"Where's Bruce?" inquired Ms. Zeigler.
"Probably meditating or doing yoga."
Clint snorted. "Yoga!"
Bruce poked his head in the room, "Yoga is an excellent calming exercise. You should try it."
"I'm a man," Clint pointed out. "Maybe Nat can join you."
"Nah, I did it last night."
"Nat, you do yoga?!"
"It's one of the ways I stay in shape."
"You're wasting your time," Clint laughed, as they joined the others in the living room. "Yoga is for pansies."
"I do yoga," Steve piped up.
"Cap too?" Clint groaned. "Aww man, when did yoga become badass?"
"Mind you language, Clint!"
"Это лучше?" replied the archer.
"Мы должны работать на вашем акцентом." Natasha commented.
"Clint, you know what I meant!" Steve chided.
"Can you teach me yoga?"
"I thought you said it was for pansies."
"I would never say such a thing! Yoga's cool!"
"You've never even tried it," Natasha reminded him drily.
"I will when you teach me."
"Who says I'm gonna teach you?"
"Please, Nat! Teach me how to yoga!"
"Maybe..."
"Please, Sensei! Train me in your ways!"
Bruce shook his head as he joined them. "Clint, did you take your meds today?"
"I'm not on meds," Clint answered.
"You should be," grumbled Tony.
"Director Fury is here," announced JARVIS.
"It's too early for this crap. Lock the door."
"I feel that would be unwise."
"Lock the door! Lock the door!" Clint chanted.
"Your persuasion tactics need work, Agent Barton."
"Lock the door! Lock the do- Good morning, Sir! So great to see you!"
Fury glared. Ms. Zeigler cleared her throat. "Well, now that everyone's here, I think we can start our meeting."
Tony involuntarily groaned at the word "meeting," and Cap gave him a stern look. The effect was ruined when the TV flicked on loudly, causing Cap to jump and scramble backwards. Once the volume lowered, Steve scolded, "Guys, super hearing! Who turned it up so loud?"
Thor looked sheepish.
"Come on, guy. When you live with god of thunder, you can't act like every loud noise you hear is a personal insult." Tony reasoned.
"Anyway, who's ready to see our opening sequence?" asked their producer excitedly.
They all stared.
"Yaaaaay." She said, complete with halfhearted jazz hands.
Thor clapped enthusiastically.
"Thank you, Thor."
