Clint, Sam and Natasha need a break from all the drama. Don't we all!
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Sam grinned loopily at Clint. "You know what's the best thing about not being a super soldier?"
Clint grinned back. "What?"
Sam motioned to the army of empty beer cans littering the media room coffee table. "We can get shit-faced!"
Clint laughed so hard he almost fell off the couch.
Sam eyed him owlishly. "Dude, it wasn't that funny!"
"I know!" Clint wheezed, holding his sides and gasping for breath. "But damn, it feels good!"
Sam hooted and popped open another beer.
Natasha, a nearly empty vodka bottle in front of her, rolled her eyes and tossed back another shot.