AN: When I first started writing this it was after Age of Ultron, but I forgot about it until I found it again a few weeks ago after I watched Endgame. Because of that, I guess this is technically an AU, where they all live in the Avengers/Stark tower and everyone is alive and happy and everything's okay. The characters from Agents of SHIELD will be in this so if you haven't watched it (which you really should because it's awesome) then you might be a bit confused, but they won't be in it all the time. I also decided to write Daisy as Skye but she will still have powers because why not. I just want to bring a bit of Romanogers happiness to the world after the emotional rollercoaster that was Endgame. Anyway I hope you enjoy.

Natasha woke up the soft beeping of an alarm ringing over the speakers in her room. She'd gotten back from what had ended up being a month-long mission with Steve, so it was safe to say she was slightly disoriented waking up in her own bed again. She sat up groggily, shoving off the blanket she had obviously found at some point in the night, noticing she was still wearing her catsuit as she groaned, feeling the dirt and sweat still on her from the day before.

"Agent Romanoff, it is currently 8:30 and Mr Stark is demanding everyone to be downstairs at 10:00 for breakfast since you and the Captain are back in the country." Jarvis cut through her thoughts, his voice loud causing her to groan into her pillows. She was going to kill Tony for waking her up.

"Thanks J," she replied wearily, bringing herself to extract her body from the blanket pooled around her ankles. Natasha could've happily stayed in bed all day, finally being able to catch up on all the sleep she'd missed over the last few weeks. Slowly, she eased herself out of bed, blindly grabbing a towel as she headed towards the shower. Showers weren't a luxury they'd been afforded over the last month, and the grime was embedded into her skin at this point. She glanced at the clock, noticing she was already late and forwent drying her hair, throwing it up in a loose ponytail instead. Grabbing her phone, she hurriedly got in the elevator, thumbing through her messages, trying to catch up on everything she'd missed, which was a lot. The elevator dinged and she walked out, typing out an email to Fury when she collided with another body, falling to the floor gracelessly.

"Shit, fuck. I'm so sorry," Skye apologised quickly, offering her a hand up. She was Coulson's latest recruit to his team, but in their few encounters she knew she liked the girl. In a lot of ways, she reminded Natasha of herself, only with less childhood murder.

"It was my fault Skye. Can't say I was expecting to see you guys though, I thought you were in Paraguay," she said, pocketing her phone as she brushed off her jeans. It wasn't uncommon that they'd arrive at the tower unannounced, but it always threw her through a loop, especially when she wasn't entirely sure what time zone she was in.

"We were in town and Stark invited us round to stay for a while, something about a party. But I was just coming to get you, Stark's getting angsty that you're late," she explained as they walked to the dining room. They rarely used it, if they ate together it was usually in the kitchen, and even then that was an uncommon occurrence. None of them really lived on the same schedule.

"Reeedddd, I told you to be here at 10." Tony whined as she walked in. "Sorry Stark, some of us only got back 7 hours ago after a month of practically no sleep," she said pointedly, sitting down in the free chair between Bruce and Pepper.

"Capsicle managed to get here on time," Tony pointed out, looking at the man opposite her. He only shrugged as if to say 'what can you do?'.

"Yes, but he's a super soldier that only needs 6 hours of sleep," she quipped back, unable to keep the smile off her face despite herself.

"Excuses, excuses." Tony waved his hand absently, taking a long drink of coffee. She instantly looked for a mug of her own, and was handed one by Steve, along with two tablets. "Ignore him."

She smiled at him gratefully, taking a long sip, black with two sugars before throwing the tablets into her mouth. She appreciated the way Steve read her mind, although she suspected the painkillers were more to do with the fact she'd been complaining about her aching ribs the entire flight home.

"Thanks," she smiled at him brightly before looking at the food on the table, only just noticing what looked like a goat's hoof on one end. She furrowed her eyebrows, trying to make sense of the mysterious item. "Why is there a hoof on the table?"

"I read online that Russians eat a llama hoof for breakfast on special occasions," Tony explained, being fully serious, causing everyone else to crack up into fits of laughter. "I not even going to dignify that with a response." She couldn't help the grin the spread onto her face, glad to be home.

The llama hoof was quickly removed after Tony was assured that, no, Russians don't eat hooves, and that no, it wasn't offensive to get rid of it. There was idle chatter to start but as soon as they dug into the food, silence reigned over them as they devoured their food. They'd all learned from Thor and Steve in that respect. Besides, it was good food, despite the lingering smell of hoof.

"So lil' red, do you have any idea when Katniss will be coming back? As much as we respect him for wanting to spend time with his family and all that lovey dovey crap but without him and Thor around there's no good people to get drunk with and have fun around here." Tony said from one end of the table between shovelling food in his mouth.

"Tony." Pepper said in a disapproving tone, but she still rolled her eyes fondly at him, causing Natasha to send her a smirk.

"Sorry Pep. But seriously though, any idea?" Tony seemed genuinely interested in her answer, but she could only shrug in response.

"Sorry Tony, he'll be here when he decides the farm life is boring again. I'd give him a week," she told him, chuckling slightly at her best friend. Clint was a city boy at heart, and in a different life she was sure he'd live with his family in New York, but it was just too dangerous, especially with the kids getting older.

They continued chatting, talking with May and Coulson, reminiscing about the old days at SHIELD when a circle of light appeared in the center of the floor. As soon as it had appeared it disappeared, with Thor in the area that replaced it.

"Thor, buddy, what are you doing here?" Tony said whilst skipping up to him. They exchanged a manly hug before Thor dropped his hammer on the coffee table and coming into the kitchen.

"What's going on? Is something wrong in Asgard?" Steve said. He always worried about everyone on the team, which was what made him such a good leader. She envied his ability to care about everyone and everything. "Can I not visit my favourite Midgardians for no reason?"

"How are you?" She asked, passing him the plate of pop tarts. His eyes lit up instantly, shoving one into his mouth before answering her question. "I'm brilliant, thank you Natasha. My brother has seemingly changed and Asgard is in relative peace."

Natasha loved Thor to pieces, his complete innocence of the way the earth worked always surprising her, and it always led to a lot of laugh trying to explain each reference they made. She'd somehow ended up sitting next to Steve, and she couldn't resist pinching a strawberry off his plate. He rolled his eyes fondly, his lips curling into a small smile.

"There's an entire bowl over there Nat," he laughed, taking a piece of bacon off her. She slapped his hand playfully, but didn't stop him from taking her food.

"Oh you're asking for it Rogers. Never take a girl's bacon," she joked, stealing a piece of toast from him. Steve gasped in mock offense before nudging her side, grinning at her and taking another piece of bacon off of her..

"But it's just so delicious, and the bacon's all the way over there," he mocked, licking his lips. The bacon was right next to her, causing her to roll her eyes fondly at him before looking back at everyone, glaring at Pepper's raised eyebrows.

"What?" She asked, causing Pepper to laugh. "Oh nothing. You'll figure it out soon enough."

The rest of the day went off without a hitch as they spent it hanging out and catching up on all the things they missed when they weren't with each other. The rest of the day had been a complete blur, it wasn't often that they all got a day off at the same time. Tony had brought out the alcohol a few hours previously and they were all sitting in the main room when they heard the elevator ding, causing them all to turn around on instinct, Natasha already reaching for one of the many guns she had hidden around the tower, Thor reaching for Mjölnir, but they all instantly relaxed when they saw who it was.

"Legolas! Good to see you buddy." Tony all but yelled, running up to him like an excited child on Christmas. "Woah Tony, calm down, I've only been gone 2 weeks." Clint replied, whilst wandering over to the couch and settling in a spot next to Natasha, stealing her beer. She glared at him, but did nothing to take it back.

"So, what are you doing?" He asked, flinging his arm around her and giving her a quick hug. "Well right now we're not doing much of anything," she told him, taking Steve's beer from his hands to replace her stolen one. He rolled his eyes, getting up to find a new one and leaving them alone to chat.

"How's the fam?" She asked, knowing how much he hated her using the word fam. She would always argue that it's what all the young people were saying these days, and that he was clearly too old to understand. And that would usually end in a painful, but totally worth it slap from Clint.

"Good, the kids miss you, it's been a while since you last came round," he told her, and it was true. She really hadn't visited in a while, much to her disdain as well as the kids. "I know, but Fury has us out on missions non-stop. I promise I'll come over when things settle down more at Shield." She intended to keep her promise, she loved those kids so much, and she hated it when she wasn't able to see them.

"You could always bring someone with you if you wanted." Clint waggled her eyebrows at her, like he knew something she didn't. "Who the hell would I bring? In case you're forgetting, I'm painfully single Clint." Her love life was pretty much non existent at this point, not that she really cared that much. It wasn't high on her list of things she needed to do, in fact it was probably right at the bottom just above forgive Hydra for messing up her life.

"Rogers?" He said it so casually that she spluttered on her beer. Her and Steve were friends, nothing more, and they definitely weren't a couple.

"Why would I bring him?" She furrowed her eyebrows at him, trying to work out why he said it. If it had come from Tony, she would've understood, but Clint knew they were friends, and that she valued their friendship more than a romantic relationship. Not that she even wanted that with him. "Come on Tash, I see the way you look at him. I'm not blind."

"You are deaf though," she joked. She knew Clint didn't mind being the butt of a joke, and he wasn't sensitive about his hearing, at least when she was making the joke.

"Hey, back off." He sometimes forgot that he was half deaf, the technology made for him by Shield, and then Tony was so good that he hardly noticed it the majority of the time. But he really didn't mind being the butt of Natasha's jokes.

"Sorry. Seriously though, nothing's going on with us," she insisted, because there was nothing going on between her and Steve. Sure, there was shameless flirting at times, but that was it. They were friends.

"Really?" Clint raised his eyebrows at her in disbelief, and she didn't know how to make her point any more clear. "Really. I don't like him like that. We're just friends."

"Incredibly close friends who flirt all the time," he pointed out, cocking his head to the side. He had a point, but it was harmless really. "We do not flirt." Despite the fact she knew they flirted, she would deny that fact to Clint until the day she died. Because was it really flirting if neither party involved actually meant it?

"Yes you do."

"Do not."

"Uh do too," he mocked her tone, flicking her nose, which caused her to slap his shoulder lightly. "What are you two bickering about?" Steve asked, sitting down next to them and passing her a fresh beer, causing Clint to chuckle. Not dating his ass.

"Nothing," she told him way too quickly, causing him to narrow his eyes at her. In return, she turned to glare at Clint, silently telling him that he better not tell Steve about this conversation. Luckily, Tony interrupted before any further discussion on the matter that was her and Steve's non-existent relationship could continue.

"I have an idea guys. Let's play a game of truth or dare!"

AN: So this chapter is a two/three parter, I haven't quite decided yet, but I'm not planning for that to be a theme. Anyway, please follow, favourite and review, constructive criticism is welcomed and appreciated. I hope you enjoyed!