NOTES: Good evening, lovely readers. Here's the latest set. This one has a little bit of everyone again. Enjoy!
Dark
They all have nightmares for different reasons: lost friends and family, awful childhoods, escaping death more times than they should have. Thus, it's not unusual for the corridors in the personal quarters floors of Stark Tower to look the same no matter the hour. There's always movement everywhere—walking the halls, boxing in the gym, firing on the range, performing experiments. None of them could ever stay still; they were too afraid of stopping. Stopping meant not moving. Not moving gave one's mind room to think and remember, and none of them had enough good memories to balance the bad.
Upstairs
Of course there are common areas designated in the Tower, but none of them have an oversized hot tub like Tony's penthouse. Stark constantly offers to give every one of them three of their own if they would just leave him alone. Pepper pats his arm, shushes him, and asks if anyone needs another round. "Traitor," he hisses in return.
She rolls her eyes, "You should be nicer to the people who fight along side you."
"Yeah, Stark," Clint seconds with a grin, "be nicer to us."
Tony levels a glare at the archer. "I know where you sleep, Barton."
Pipeline
Gossip moves quickly at SHIELD, not surprisingly considering the nature of their business. But within the Avengers Initiative it moves like wildfire. Of course the accuracy of the news depends on who's telling it. What little Bruce knows is always near-truth. With Thor it's like playing Telephone—great enthusiasm but low accuracy. Tony will repeat anything he hears. Steve scoffs at it all. And Clint and Natasha can't be trusted; they're well known for planting lies whenever they're bored. Coulson's the one you really have to look out for—he only listens and saves it all for a rainy day.
Nerve
They hate the feeling of it, changing from one into the other. Going from Bruce to the Hulk is like an explosion—everything needing to be huge quickly. Skin stretching, muscles pulling, joints grinding into themselves as some things enlarge faster than others. Going the opposite direction is just as bad. Like falling past the even horizon into a black hole. Everything being smashed and shrunk down to fit back into a tiny body. Bruce is sure one day his body will rip into pieces, no longer able to handle the force it must endure to change back and forth.
Preview
There is a designated movie night in Stark Tower, but there is also a bi-weekly evening dedicated strictly to previews. They all sit and talk through two hours worth of whatever trailers iTunes has to offer at the moment. Notes are made of which movies they'd like to see, which to avoid, and which Tony will need to download immediately because they look so great. No one tells Steve that torrents are illegal. Coulson is willing to overlook the wrongdoing as a bargaining chip to help keep Tony in line, even though pretty sure Phil is certain Fury doesn't care.