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Part 4.

"You do know he is going to be pretty pissed, right?" Steve asked me. We were crouched behind the food table. The food table which actually had a bowl holding punch, because that's how cliche this whole party was.

"Yes, that was the point of this. And since when did you start using words like 'pissed'?" I grinned and Steve's cheeks flushed, it was adorable.

"I've been working on upgrading my vocabulary." He mumbled.

"Steve, you know you shouldn't be learning your vocabulary from me of all people, right. I tend to get a little.. dirty-mouthed." I cocked my head to the side. "Now that I think about it, even JARVIS seems to have taken over some sarcasm of me." Steve raised an eyebrow.

"You talk about JARVIS like he's your friend or something. Have I met him?" He asked. I shrugged.

"What can I say? He's basically all I've got." My smile probably wasn't very convincing anymore. Steve looked at me as if he was trying to figure me out, but didn't answer.

Our plan was simple. Fury had made us some superhusbands couple, rendering me unavailable to ladies for the next decade or so because they'd all think I was gay. Which sucked, because everybody should know that ladies are really the better choice for me. Women are good, women are... easy. Women are familiar, safe.

Anyhow, we decided revenge was only fair. The best way to ruin one of Fury's party's (one of those he only organizes so people can gawk at us, and he receives a shitload of money), is to make his party-go'ers unhappy. If they are, they will not want to spend money on shares of the S.H.I.E.L.D company. Maybe it wasn't the smartest plan, because S.H.I.E.L.D. was our employer, but it would be fun.

"OK, So here's the plan." I pulled Steve close by his collar so he could hear me at whisper volume. "You see that screen over there?" I pointed in the direction of a big screen. I had already previously noticed that it was of bullshit quality and probably made for PowerPoint presentations for kids on a high school. The front of the screen was surrounded by a little stage of some sorts, and sooner or later people would start to gather around it so see some sort of tribute to the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. "That's where they are going to show the tribute that Jane insisted on making."

"Jane?" Steve gave me a sheepish look. From right about here (approximately 10cm away), I could see the little dent between his eyebrows when he furrowed them. To state that in a less poetic way: We were extremely close.

"Thor's woman. Not important right now." I waved back to the screen. "I had JARVIS hack into Fury's system, and let me tell you. What is going to play on that screen is definitely not some sappy shit about us saving the world for the 100th time. Oh no, this is way better." I groped around in the pocket of my overly expensive suit to find my mobile phone. "Here." I showed him a video Natasha (that sneaky girl) had once made when she had first left her past as Black Widow behind her. I clicked the play button, and watched Steve closely. Any moment now, he will lose it. No one can keep a straight face looking at this video.

"My God, what's he even doing?" Steve was smirking at the screen and looking up at me now and then. I found myself not listening to his words but staring at his face like the creepy stalker I am. What can I say, he has the best dentist in all of America because, damn! Those are some straight-ass teeth. Steve handed me back my phone. "Well… that should work. That should definitely work."

"That's what I thought." We were smirking at each other, and for just a moment, all the history and problems between the two of us dissolved.

It was almost like having a friend.

We were back with the others before anyone had noticed anything, because everyone is unobservant like that. Some super heroes we are!

"So, how has your night with mr Rogers been so far, mr Stark?" Bruce asked, a petite smile grazing his lips. "Trying to get him drunk, are you?" He eyed the two glasses Martini I was carrying.

"I can't get drunk." Steve said, suddenly standing behind me. How can a 6ft guy even be sneaky? I yelped when two arms circled my waist, and turned around in a mingle of horror and shock.

"What the hell, man? Don't sneak up on me. Not. Permitted." I poked his chest for emphasis. Emphasis is good. When I got too distracted by the texture of his muscled chest, I decided it was time to turn my attention on something else before this got out of hand. I mean, I always get things out of hand. "So anyhooooow," I dragged out the word while turning around, "This was for you, Bruce. You are about to witness something amazing, you can use some alcohol."

I was grinning at him while I handed over the glass (there goes my baby..) and I'm sure I saw Steve pull a little smile as well. I hooked my arm through his, refusing to be steered around again (although this might have been a little bit uncomfortable because Steve is just so tall, and I'm just.. not). Bruce just watched with a raised eyebrow, and followed us to the stage where people were already assembling.

"Hey cap, stark!" Hawk was gesturing us over, "Bruce! Over here, guys. If you stand too close to that stage the only thing you'll be seeing is Fury's underwear when he introduces the tribute thing."

"Yes, the tribute thing. That's totally what we're going to be looking at, isn't it cap'n?" I nudged Steve in his side with our linked arms.

"Yes, totally." We were both grinning like Loki, and Natasha, Bruce, Thor and Clint were pulling some weird faces while trying to figure things out.

"Am I not enlightened about something?" Thor asked, giant arms wide open to enrich his presentation of the one single question. Because Thor always speaks like he's on stage, reading out Shakespeare. That's just how he is. It dawned on me that everyone was probably drawing the wrong conclusions here, but I, frankly, didn't care. Steve was too caught up in the wonders of the amazingly bad powerpoint screen to notice the raised eyebrows of our team-members. 80-year-olds and technology…

"Nah, you'll see." Just as I said it, Fury hopped onto the stage (Thank you Clint for making us stand further away), and the crowd clapped. We didn't.

"Ladies and Gentlemen." He was pulling some kind of illusion on the crowd, because he usually wasn't that cheerful, trust me, "We are all gathered here because our loyal Avengers," did he just make us sounds like his pet dogs? "have yet again managed to save the planet from forces outside of our reach!" clap clap clap clap, "And now, a tribute to our great team of superheroes!" He gestured to the screen and walked off the stage. I wiggled my eyebrows at everyone of the team, and they all looked at me as if I were crazy. They would understand soon enough…

On the screen appeared an island, the same island Fury sent me to when I had to create a new element that wouldn't kill me, remember? We saw Fury sitting on a beach chair, parrot on his shoulder and all. The waiter came around, gave him his glass and left. Fury looked around to check if he was alone, and when he was convinced he was (he wasn't, because Natasha was kind enough to film this hilarious event), he stood, ripped his long dark cloak off his body to reveal a pair of glittery shorts. Golden glittery shorts. He got his phone out of his discarded clothes and turned on High School Musical's title song, and started honest-to-god dancing. Like, really putting his soul into it dancing. You could hear Natasha's snickers both on the video and in the audience.

"Oh.. God." Clint groaned, turning his head away from the screen. "Don't make me look at it any longer." The rest of the audience was pretty much just gaping and just as we got at the best part (the part where Fury started wiggling his ass like crazy), Fury jumped on stage, shutting off the video on his way to it.

"WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON HERE?" he bellowed, before his eyes landed on me. I couldn't control my laughter any longer and clutched my stomach, putting a hand on Steve's shoulder to stop myself from falling. "Tony fucking Stark… you are a dead man."

[A/N you might have noticed that the chapters are always about 1k words long, and that I upload every day, sometimes twice.. That's because this is actually a writing exercise. In order to become a writer, you have to write at least 1000 words a day even if you don't have inspiration. At least, that's what my 'how to' book says xD Also, apologies for mistakes, I'm still looking for a beta.]