Steve had had enough. He was being tormented by Tony endlessly, squirted by the water gun, and bruised by the air soft gun. When one pellet came and hit him in the head, he was knocked to the ground, and didn't bother to get up.
Tony had already drunken himself stupid and broke out the hulk, causing major damage to the tower. Not to mention Romanoff and Barton had joined in, blowing things up and shooting anything that moved.
He couldn't imagine how pissed Pepper would be when she got back. It would be pretty bad. He had promised her he would look after everyone, but he had failed her. He curled up and feel asleep in his soaking wet clothes.
When Steve woke up, Pepper was fuming, running about, observing the clean up. Steve sat up, wincing as he felt the bruise on his head. Pepper rushed over to him, shoved a cup of coffee in his hands, then told him to go to the kitchen. She didn't seem mad, but she wasn't exactly little miss sunshine either. In fact, she seemed more exhausted than anything. He didn't blame her; dealing with the Avengers was a very tiring job.
When Steve entered the kitchen, he found Bruce, sipping his coffee, his eyes unfocused and bloodshot. Steve cleared his throat, and Bruce looked up, then nodded, acknowledging his presence.
Bruce tossed an ice pack to Steve, who put it on his head mercifully. They both sighed, waiting for the rant sure to come.
