"This is nice, isn't it?" Tony was stretched out long-ways on his arm, a single fur between her and his cold scales, as she poked at a circuit board.
"Mm-hm," Bucky agreed.
Outside the castle, the Hulk roared. There was the sound of men screaming and the clatter and clank of armor as they turned and fled.
"It's my turn next group." Clint sat in an embrasure, watching through the arrowslit as he polished his bow.
"No, it's mine," Sam said from another embrasure, wings flexing eagerly. "You're after me."
"You got to take down that entire group of pirates who showed up last week. It's my turn."
"Not my fault you were still asleep. You snooze, you lose your turn."
"I will lose this arrow in your feathered ass-"
"It's my turn." Natasha said, suddenly sitting next to Clint.
"Yes it is," he agreed.
"Sounds right to me." Sam nodded.
"So nice." Toni smiled.