Steve stood, cross armed in front of the holographic screen, concern played across his battle worn face. He found himself shifting feet, rubbing his hands; rubbing his teeth together. He was anxious. Sure, Steve had gotten a load of anxiety over the years, both from his years in the army and from the two he'd spent leading the Avengers; thought mainly Tony was the one who ended up pulling them all together in the first place. He let out a sigh, his fingers squeezing his temples in discontent. Of course he'd agreed to take midnight watch; why wouldn't he? He was supposed to be responsible anyway.
So far, nothing had happened. Tony had hacked into the security system almost two-and-a-half-hours ago, which to Steve, seemed like decades. All anyone ever did was sit around, do nothing, sleep, work out in a small gym or eat; and on occasion go outside. Actually; Steve noted no one was inside for a long time, about during sunset. They must've been having a barbecue. Ribs sounded really good to him, surprisingly.
Steve shook away the thought, taking another glance at the screen. He found hardly anyone in any other room than what he assumed was the kitchen and living room. He cautiously pressed the two, enlarging them, each taking up half of the screen. Two men sat in the kitchen, speaking calmly. One was obviously younger, a mop of spiked blonde hair atop his head. He momentarily held the other man's drink for a moment; most likely a soda. It was quickly passed back though, the other man snatching it back in a large, strong hand. He tilted his head back to laugh as the younger person said something, before taking the soda and taking a large swig.
In the other room, a large group of people were spread about, all of their gazes directed at a large screen on the wall. Some shifted occasionally, but most movement was obscured by the glowing blue light of the television.
They seemed so perfectly normal; Steve realized.
Much like the Avengers.
"Nothing much, huh?" Steve felt himself jump, whirling around to see Natasha standing behind him, wearing sweatpants and a tank top; a cup of milk clasped between her small hands.
Steve shook his head. "Nothing. They're harmless."
"Well, yeah." Natasha said, picking a fluffy red blanket off the couch, wrapping it around her shoulders. "It's just like us when we're off."
Steve nodded, putting his head in his hands and placing his elbows on the polished counter top.
"I just don't- ugh... this is it. Mutants. We're not supposed to be this deep into politics like this."
"And look at you." She gazed at him, her lips pursed, her head tilted down to meet his line of sight from the chair he was now sitting in.
Steve smirked, swirling around in the chair to face the floor, a small chuckle escaping his throat. "You have a point."
"Come on!" Anna-Marie slumped back onto the couch, slapping the two cards back down on the coffee table.
Remy laughed, his hand flying to his forehead, another hand held up as if to stop someone. A grin was plastered on his face. "Arrêtez! You're failure! It's too much! Haha!"
"Shut up, Remy." She growled. She crossed her arms, brushing a few stray strands of white hair out of her face. She shot a glare at Bobbi and Kitty as they started to snort, Remy falling to the floor, laughing. "Hey! Just 'cause, ya'll can gamble better than Ah can don't mean ya'll can laugh!"
"Just because you suck doesn't mean you can tell us to stop!" Bobbi teased, slapping the table repeatedly.
"Bobbi..." Kitty said, annoyed, but still couldn't stop herself from grinning. From the kitchen they heard a loud shout suddenly erupt from the kitchen
"Mien Gott! Mah berrrrrrriiiiieeesss! Logan! How could you! Nnniieeeenn!"
Suddenly, the living room burst into laughter as Kurt's shrill, surprisingly high pitched voice echoed through the room.
"Oh... those were yours?"
"Obviously!"
"Whoops."
Logan walked out of the kitchen, his face now red. He had a large purple-grey-green concoction smashed on his face, a scowl placed upon his narrow mouth; though it was obvious he was embarrassed.
"Du dummer Idiot! wie konntest du! sind Sie im Ernst!" The could hear Kurt shouting in the kitchen. "Sie krank rasieren flipping Kopf , während Ihr Schlaf- und sen dit Zurück zu Deutsch!"
At this point everyone was shaking heavily, either rolling on the floor or holding themselves form laughing so hard, mouths agape and faces red.
"And I thought - huff - Jean was... Hahha!- protective of her food!" Kitty gasped.
"What about me?" Jean peered through the door of the living room. She was seemingly walking through the hallway and heard the profound statement. Everyone turned further red as Jean's eyes widened at the sound of Kurt's cursing from the kitchen.
"Oh."
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. It was hardly decipherable over Kurt's voice, but Logan heard it. He quickly wiped the mash off his face, his large hairy arm swinging back to his side as he headed to the door.
"I'll get it."
"Well lookie there." Steve's attention returned to the cameras as Natasha nodded towards the screen. The older man was walking to the front door. It opened to reveal a younger man, a pair of great wings spread out behind him. The two shook hands, man hugged, and the older man invited the younger one in. He nodded, folding the great white wings and stepping in.
A red haired woman rushed over to hug him, and a blue man walked from off screen. They too hugged, and started walking off in another direction.
"They look like opposites." Natasha said.
The blue man did in fact have a demonic appearance, a long spaded tail stretching out behind him.
"And we aren't?" Steve asked, an eyebrow raising.
"True point." Natasha said, making a finger gun in his direction and winking. She slid off the couch, walking towards the window. Outside the sun was rising, clearly indicating the cloudless sky. and the beautiful day ahead.
"Let's hope there's no trouble today. I wanna day off."
"That sounds good."