"I bet it's some dumb thing like America or something," Tony offered disapprovingly as Natasha's fingers flew over the keyboard in a hasty attempt to determine Steve's computer password, "or football. Try it."
Frowning as she tried both the passwords only to have her access, once again, denied, the redhead sent her teammate a withering stare.
"Why do I even listen to you?" She turned her attention back to the screen, a look of deep concentration on her face as she put herself in Steve's shoes, thinking how he might see the world, how he might think.
With his legs lazily thrown over the back of the nearby couch, Clint munched on potato chips, immensely relaxed as he rested his head against the arm, holding up a crumb-covered hand in his friends' general direction.
"Try Falcon," he suggested through his mouthful of chips, and she rolled her eyes at him, shaking her head even though he couldn't see the response, and at the silence he just shrugged to himself and went back to eating.
Natasha typed in Bucky, supersoldier, 1941serum, and thelivinglegend, but came up empty yet again, sighing in reluctant defeat. Tony, who'd been crossing and uncrossing his arms impatiently and sidling over to Clint every now and then in order to steal a few chips, dramatically let out a loud breath and leaned over to type avengersrule into the password space, and smirked triumphantly as the desktop screen appeared.
Natasha, amused, looked up at him with a small smile, and he laughed.
"I'm not the only one that shares the opinion, ok?"