Shuffling noises from the kitchen made Steve blink open his eyes. He raised a hand to his face and wiped away some drool. Getting up, he noticed that the door leading to the kitchen was ajar and he pushed his way through. In the kitchen sat Tony, Nat, Pietro and Clint. Tony looked up as Steve entered the room and he smirked.

"Nice hair soldier."

Steve rolled his eyes and attempted to flatten his unruly blonde hair, inspiring a spurt of laughter from Natasha.

"You're fighting a losing battle Steve." She commented.

"Hmm." He murmured in agreement.

He took a glass from the side counter, filling it with cold water and ice from the ice machine. Walking back over to the table, he noticed Natasha and Tony were casting amused glances at each other. He sat down beside Natasha.

"So… What are we talking about then?" He asked them in a loud whisper.

Tony rolled his eyes fondly. "Oh my god. You are so nosy." Then he put a hand to his mouth in fake shock. "Sorry Steve. Am I allowed to say God's name in vain?" He lifted a hand above his head and pointed to the ceiling. "Sorry mate!" He said; voice raised.

Natasha shushed him. "The others are asleep."

Tony widened his eyes in mock astonishment. "But Nat. I have to apologise to our almighty lord." He told her, gesturing to the sky again.

Steve flicked some water at him, making Tony let out a high pitched squeal. Pietro, Clint and Nat snort in amusement.

"Why does everyone keep making me wet?"

Clint and Natasha glanced at each other briefly before they burst into uncontrollable laughter. Pietro looked at Steve, confused. Trying to look dignified, Steve shrugged back at him, but Pietro didn't buy his 'mature' act as the blonde man was grinning at Tony.

"Ok, ok. Calm down kids." Tony ordered, smiling. "I have a plan."

"Right." Steve leaned forwards, interested.

"Let's play death cup." Tony suggested.

"What's that?" Pietro asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Everyone picks an ingredient apart from one person and they are all blended up for that person to drink." Natasha explained.

Pietro laughed. "Ok, as long as I don't have to drink it."

"Nah you don't have to." Tony said and then turned to his left. "Steve does."

"Hey! Whoa." Steve protested. "I did not agree to that."

"Oh come on Steve." Natasha said, nudging him. "Have some fun for once."

"Fiiine…" He agreed, a little grudgingly, but amused.

The rest of them jumped up, running off in different directions. Steve blew out a quiet breath.

"Oh dear… What have I let myself into?"


They all returned a few minutes later. Steve groaning at the sight of their objects. Natasha had a bar of soap, Clint a slab of bark from a tree, Pietro a clump of seaweed and Tony an entire toilet roll.

"Ok. Guys. Half of these thing aren't even edible."

"None of these are edible." Natasha corrected him, grinning.

Tony told the others to put their ingredients in the blender, on the counter near the fridge. He put the lid on and hesitantly flicked the switch. The noise was atrocious. Like a broken lawnmower running over a piece of metal. They sat there, hands over their ears for about half a minute before Tony stopped the blender. He poured it into a glass. The 'liquid' was a greenish-grey foaming, lumpy mixture. Walking up to the table, he slid the glass over to Steve, who caught it in his hand, examining the liquid.

"I am not drinking that." He announced, putting it back down.

"Steeeve." Nat moaned. "Don't be a wimp."

"Would you drink it?!" He questioned, accusingly.

"Ok… I'll make you a deal. If you drink some then I'll drink some." Natasha offered.

Steve smiled and groaned, looking at the glass. He picked it up off the table and took a deep breath. Taking a mouthful, he dropped it back down, reluctant to swallow.

"Go on Steve." Clint spectated. "You got this."

He swallowed, grimacing at the taste and sticking out his tongue, retching. Making a sound like he was about to be sick, Steve pushed the glass towards Natasha.

"Well… How was that then, Steve?" Tony asked, fighting back laughter.

"That… was… disgusting." He replied, choking.

Nat looked at the glass, swirling the mixture. "What does it taste like?"

"Bark, seaweed, soap and toilet roll."

"Wow, helpful(!)" She muttered sarcastically.

Less reluctant than Steve she took a quick gulp and swallowed it immediately.

"Yuck!" She exclaimed, gagging.

The rest of them agreed to try it, their reactions very similar to Steve's and Natasha's. Steve grinned as Pietro finished it, cursing in Sokovian and sliding the glass into the middle of the table.

"Was that a bad idea?" Tony asked, after gargling water to remove the taste.

"Ok…" Pietro replied. "We are never doing that again."