"It's always so cold around here," Clint complained, throwing a betrayed look at the fire in the hearth. Despite its size, it wasn't doing much to heat the area.
They were all bundled in furs as they ate together in the dining hall. The Avengers sat around a single table; Toni, in a new set of (far better tailored) leathers Natasha had produced for her, leaned back against Bucky, drinking wine and finishing off a meat-filled bun. Bucky was gnawing his way through a haunch of bugbear.
"It's summer," Sam said, eying Bucky.
"Reminds me of home," Natasha said with a shrug.
"I didn't really notice," Steve admitted, and Thor nodded in agreement.
"It's bracing," Bruce put in, like he or the Hulk were bothered by temperature.
"I like it this way," Toni said, with finality.
That got a round of nods and no more remarks. Except for Clint.
"Aww, soup, no." He turned his bowl upside down and the soup, spoon and all, stayed perfectly frozen inside.
"Do you intend to finish that?" Thor asked, hopefully.