"There was an idea to bring together a group of remarkable people, so when we needed them, they could fight the battles we never could..." -Fury, Avengers
Today was my day off, so like any other super spy, I went shopping for more shoes. All my nice shoes had blood on them, and that wasn't acceptable to wear when I'm trying to kill other people. It just didn't seem fair to the person I was killing, at least. But when I got back to the tower, and went to unload my bags in my room, I heard some suspicious noises.
Dropping my bags on my bed, I ran into the lounge, and saw four of the five semi-responsible men running around in their suits. Bruce didn't want to suit up, so they had found him a green shirt and purple pants, demanding that he pretend to be angry, but to not pretend so well that his friend would come to crash the party.
"Pew, pew, pew. You're dead!"
"No I'm not. My bullet deflecting sheild bounced them off of me."
"Nuhuh."
"Hulk smash!" Bruce said, weakly, and then slamming his fists gently onto a table.
"A battle! I must end this!" Thor exclaimed, raising Mjolnir. A chorus powered by the need to stay alive echoed. Their cry seemed very well practiced.
"No! Thor, put down Mjolnir!"
I fumbled around in my pocket for my phone, and stood in the doorway, taping them running around like children.
"Steve, I shot you with an arrow!" Clint declared from his nest on top of the bookshelf. Steve looked more than willing to lie down on the couch, pretending to be dead.
"Oh no, Rogers died! We will get you, Barton, if it's the last thing we do!" Tony pledged. Just then, I caught Clint's eye.
"Party crasher, everyone hide! She's got a camera!" The entire room went silent in a panic, and everyone got down on the floor. This included Steve, who was trying to avoid getting caught in the video.
"I was just going to ask what was going on, but now I see. You all are playing dress up! I should have picked up some princess dresses for you all." For a moment, I considered joining them, because it looked like fun. But I had a load of laundry to do, a dishwasher to load because no one else in the entire tower would, and I should think about filling out the stack of paperwork that agents always dumped at my desk.
"Lady Widow, will you join us?" Thor asked, adjusting his helmet.
"Sorry boys, I can't. I've got stuff to do. Just promise me you don't harm each other, and that your blaster is off, Stark."