Emerging freshly showered with your hair in messy bun, wearing some old paint-blotched jeans you had since high school and an untucked floral blouse, you tried to remember the way to the kitchen. You heard the guys talking before you reached the kitchen and you decided this was a perfect opportunity. You tip toed to the very edge of the door frame and then jumped screaming into the kitchen as the guys shouted back in surprise. Natasha was holding her chest, Steve held onto the counter for support, Clint fell off the stool he had been leaning on, Bruce was laughing, Tony was cursing up a storm as the reactor in his chest shone brighter, and Thor was still screaming like a little girl.
"You call yourself a god?" You said, laughing at Thor the most. "My little sister can't even reach that pitch." The others got over their own fear and joined in as Thor tried to hide his embarrassment.
After thoroughly teasing each other for their reactions, the others decided to leave you to your work after you said you wanted it to be a surprise. Tony decided to stay to make sure you could find everything, although you were sure he never cooked in his life. As you had him chopping peppers and onions, you preheated the stove and fried up everything as he finished his duty. Then you instructed him in the assembly process and you had five trays of enchiladas cooking in the stove. As you watched and waited in the kitchen, always wary of burning them, Tony leaned against the counter beside you.
"Can't you just flash cook these with your super cool white fire?"
"I could, but they might turn out to be just ash." He leaned himself over until his shoulder rest on yours and looked down at you as you tried to concentrate on the time.
"You know, that was really cool today, the fire-cane, and the knife throwing of course. Who knew my little Zombie could kick so much ass?"
"Your little Zombie?" You looked at him and you could tell the direct intensity of your eyes surprised him.
"Well, I like to think that I discovered you."
"More like I gave myself to you-Wait, that's not how I wanted to say that."
"Freudian slip?" He turned to you, leaning closer and as he got near enough to smell, you finally cracked.
"Tony, dear." You said sweetly. "I was wondering..." You drew it out nice and suspenseful. "Would you..." His eyes travelled to your lips, "Set the table for me?"
He pulled back at once in shock. "What?"
"I need to take these enchiladas out and I can't do two things at once." You teased and he frowned before grabbing plates from a cupboard and exiting through the swinging door to the dining room. Tony entered once more to grab the utensils you set out for him to take as you cooled the enchiladas.
You entered the dining room happy at your creation but realizing you couldn't carry them all you pointed to Steve and Clint as you led them into the kitchen, Tony already waiting.
"I'll take one, Clint- one, Tony- one, and as thanks for my earlier heroics, you can take two Steve." You smiled innocently, Steve was a super soldier he could handle it, and the guys followed your orders taking the trays out carefully. You entered last and placed your tray beside the others. "Bon appetite!" You said in your best French accent, which was actually a very bad accent. Thor was the first to dig in as always, and the others all followed suit, nearly emptying the pans, not excluding yourself.
The conversation was lively but you found yourself still exhausted from the day and so you stayed pretty quiet while eating. Natasha was able to save seat for you and she kept telling you how good the food was but how much she was going to have to work out tomorrow. You laughed to yourself, not caring about your thighs. Finally everyone was full and Tony suggested everyone join him for a drink, although he only looked at you. In the living room, Tony worked the bar with expertise, handing you a whiskey despite your request for something less alcoholic. Steve and Bruce seemed deep in conversation, although Steve looked somewhat confused. Clint and Natasha looked too close to separate, and so you decided to join Thor as he clutched a whole bottle of whiskey in his hand.
"Hey, Thunder man, how's the vat of whiskey?"
"Much weaker than Asgardian ale, but pleasing nonetheless."
You sat beside him on the couch and as you sunk into the leather, you felt like a toddler sitting beside the giant Asgardian.
"I must say, Maiden -, that meal was much different from any Asgardian meal I have ever tasted."
"Thank you?"
"Very good, as good as what you Midgardians call Schwarma." He put his arm around your shoulders and hugged you to him. "You are a very brave woman, Lady -."
"Well, you're not to shabby yourself."
"An Asgardian woman would blush at such courage as yours." He looked into your eyes and you smiled at his comment. "And eyes any Asgardian man would fall for." You felt yourself blush slightly before catching yourself. As you tried to recover, you heard your name from across the room.
"-" Bruce called, Steve now at the bar arguing with Tony, you could hear him complaining about his Shirley Temple not being what it was suppose to be.
"Excuse me, Thor." You patted his chest before getting to your feet, crossing the room to sit in Steve's vacated one. "Yes, Bruce'y Boy."
"Oh, not you too." He rolled his eyes. "I was wondering how you liked your suit?"
"Well, I didn't get burned or wet so I'd say it's perfect."
"Great, I wouldn't want to see you hurt." His smile went from proud to affectionate.
"Naturally." You said graciously.
"Really, there's something inside of you that this world needs...a lot more than my other guy."
"Don't say that." You put your hand gently on his shoulder. "The other guy is just that, 'the other guy', you are Bruce Banner, not him." He smiled at this and you saw a hint of a tear in the corner of his eye, so you changed the conversation to a lighter subject.
The night went by quickly, drinks and conversation and you all soon retired to you own rooms a little bit later than Fury would have liked and you once again fell into a sleep of forgotten dreams and the voice you didn't know.