Well, I have recently begun rewatching MCU movies.
I feel in love with them as I was younger, but nowadays I can see some things I don't like about them. Thankfully that is why fanfics exist to help us re-write our favorites fandoms and correct things we don't like!
Anyways, this is my first Avengers story, so it might suck.
The story came to me after I watched CATWS and saw Steve go to the VA. I just thought: "Wait a minute! Why is Tony the only one whose PTSD is addressed? All the Avengers have been through some horrible stuff"
So I decided to address that and make a story that does just that while explaining why the Avengers became friends before AAOU
As usual all comments, tips, etc are welcome and appreciated.
Please tell me what you think.
The Avengers tower, home of the earth's greatest defenders. Home of some of the greatest heroes ever born. Equipped with some of the most advanced tech on the planet whilst, simultaneously being the epitome of luxury, the Avengers tower was seen as the most ostentatious building on the planet. Most people would speculate how amazing it would be to sleep on the tower. How pleasant the temperature, constantly monitored and adjusted by Tony Stark's top-of-the-line AI, would be. How safe they would feel, being constantly protected by the bleeding edge security systems. How pleasant the silk sheets would feel on the skin. How comfortable the king-sized luxury beds would be.
Some people went as far as to envy the Avengers, justifying said envy by claiming that the group slept as "kings and queens".
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They couldn't be farther from the truth
Steve Rogers had always been a light sleeper, a simple sound, no matter how light had always been enough to wake him up from his sleep. From his dreams
The war changed everything because, after the war, he stopped being woken by the sounds of the outside world. He started being woken by his own dreams.
As he did every night, the super soldier tussled and turned on his bed, as his own dreams tormented his mind in his sleep. And as usual, the soldier was startled awake by said dreams.
His body shivered as he gasped for air. A cold sweat running through his body. His hands gripping tightly to his sheets as he tried to ground himself in reality. It took him a long time, but eventually he was able to get his breathing under control.
His eyes landed on a blanket by the edge of his bed, and he immediately reached for it and wrapped it around his shivering body
"JARVIS, can you please tell me what's the temperature in my room?" he asked the AI with a trembling voice
"Seventy-four degrees Fahrenheit, sir" the AI said "Captain Rogers, your heart rate is slightly more elevated than usual, sir. Would you like me to alert any of the other Avengers?"
"That won't be necessary, JARVIS, but thanks anyway" Steve replied, his voice much more composed, as he stood up from his bed and made his way to his door, never letting go of the blanket
"JARVIS what time is it?" Steve asked as he stepped out of his room and approached the elevator
"Four in the morning, sir" the AI answered, and Steve could pretty much swear that he heard pity in the AI's artificial voice
As he usually did when he had a sleepless night, he took the elevator down to the lounge area, constantly taking long and deep breaths along the way.
As the doors opened, his eyes scanned the room all the way from the fireplace, passing along the pool table and the lounge area, until they reach the bar at the other side of the room. He spotted Natasha in the bar area her face blank as she moved around the bar in an almost mechanical manner. As he moved to approach her his enhanced hearing picked up on noises coming from above him. He looked up and noticed the light leaking up from Tony's lab area. Steve sighed as he looked back to the bar and continued his way towards the spy.
As he reached her, she finally looked at him acknowledging his presence. She didn't say anything, and neither did her face before she turned back around and got back to what she was doing. Steve sat down on his side of the bar, noticing a cup of tea already sitting on it, and simply watched her work. He took note of what she was wearing, a grey hoodie, that he was pretty sure was once his, and a pair of red sleep shorts. The mug and the hoodie told him all he needed to know
"Tea?" Natasha finally spoke up, her voice flat and emotionless, as she opened a cabinet and moved a packet of flour out of her way in order to reach a stash of teabags.
"Yes, please" Steve replied, his voice almost as flat as hers "How long have you been up?"
Natasha looked over her shoulder and straight at him for a moment, before looking back at the cabinets, opening another one and reaching for a mug "Don't know for sure, an hour maybe"
Steve merely nodded at her words, unsure of what to say, as she started using a kettle to boil water. He stayed quiet as the water boiled, analyzing her. He knew that Natasha only wore that hoodie, whenever she needed some sort of comfort from her dreams, but this time, not even the hoodie was enough, she seemed way too tense, her eyes seemed glassy and bloodshot as if Natasha had cried because of them.
And Natasha never cried.
He knew her dreams were related to the Red Room and her past, everyone in the team knew. They had an idea of what her past was like. They did because they had read her file, because Natasha herself would say a word about it to anyone, never. She knew he trusted her, but that trust seemed to be onesided.
Steve only wished she knew she could trust him, confide in him. Or at least in someone else, he just wanted her to stop bottling all of that up.
"And what about Tony?" he asked as the kettle fired and Natasha made her way to grab it
"Twenty minutes give or take" she said, as she grabbed the kettle and his mug, filled with two bags of tea, and set them in between them
"Straight to the lab?" Steve asked, in a way that almost placed it as a statement, as Natasha took one bag of tea and placed it in her mug
"Straight to the lab. Well, right after grabbing a bottle of whisky" Natasha confirmed as she filled both the mugs with boiling hot water from the kettle, but as she did the sleeve of her hoodie (or was it still his?) was pulled back and Steve noticed the bloody and red mark on her right wrist
"Nat, did you handcuff yourself to the bed again?" Steve asked as he caught her wrist and eyed the mark more careful, noticing how the skin was almost living flesh in some areas
"Steve, don't" Natasha warned with narrowed eyes as she pulled her wrist away
"Nat, you know you don't need them were. Why do you it?" Steve asked softly
"For the same reason you wear that fucking blanket when it's hot as hell in here" Natasha spat out defensively
Steve did a double take as his eyes widened for a split second. But just as quickly he looked down at his mug of tea and started stirring the tea bag inside it, recomposing himself
Natasha sighed and pinched her nose for a second, before following him in his actions
"Look It's just….. I need them, ok?" she said softly as she looked down at the water bouncing off the edges of her mug
"I understand" Steve said, just as softly, as he pulled the teabag out of his mug "I don't like it, but I understand"
"And that's all I ask of you" Natasha said as she did the same
"Just know that if you ever want to talk about it, you know…. the Red Room" Steve started cautiously, and when he saw that she wasn't stopping him continued "I am here for you"
She didn't say anything for a while, her expression blank and her eyes fixed on the tea in front of her, although they seemed to be seeing something else, as if a movie was being played in front of them
"I know" she said as she finally looked him in the eyes once again "I just don't think I could ever talk about it"
Steve gave her a small reassuring smile as he looked directly into her vibrant green eyes
"I know. But if you ever want to, I'm here" he said right before he took a sip of his tea
The duo stayed there for a while, in silence. Simply enjoying the hot tea that went down their throats. Neither one tried to ask about what the other dreamt about, or what they could do to help. They knew each other well enough by now that they didn't need to ask, and that there wasn't much they can do to help.
That was until they heard the elevator moving once again, indicating that someone else was about to join them. Steve got up from his seat and in an instant, he was behind the bar, heating up the kettle once again.
As the water started to boil, Clint exited the elevator. His quiver on his back and his bow in his hands, being held so tightly that the knuckles in his hands were white. His body was covered in sweat, his hair dripping in it as well. His eyes were lifeless, unfocused as if Clint wasn't really paying attention to what was happening in front of him. But what concerned Natasha the most was the way he constantly rubbed his arm, right where his scar was. A scar left there when his father hit him with a beer bottle in one of his drunken rages. Clint only rubbed his arm when he relived those memories.
Discreetly Natasha whistled lightly, almost unperceptively, to draw Steve's attention. The super soldier turned his attention back to her and looked at their teammate when he saw her pointing in his direction. Wordlessly, Steve nodded, the message had been transmitted. She didn't need to say anything, Steve knew what that behavior meant, everyone in the team knew.
"Late night training, Hawkeye?" Natasha asked playfully as Clint neared the bar, taking his quiver from his back
Clint laid his eyes on her for a second, before sitting down on the bar seat across from her, placing his bow and quiver on the ground near him
"More like early morning, Widow" he retorted, his eyes gaining a bit of life for the first time ever since he left the elevator.
"Tea, Clint?" Steve asked, without even turning around
"From Bruce's secret stash?" he asked as he examined the mugs on the counter
"Obviously" Steve and Natasha said in unison
"Then why do you ask, Cap?" Clint replied with a chuckle, his hand moving away from his arm. His eyes continued to survey the two teammates in front of him, lingering from just a little on Natasha sleeves "Cuffs?" he simply asked, his voice soft and cautious
"Don't!... Steve already tried" Natasha spat out defensively, her eyes lingered on the little bit of tea left in her mug, as her hands tightened their hold on it
Clint simply nodded at her as Steve set a third mug on the counter, a tea bag already on it, and started filling it with hot water
"We just ask because we care about you, Tasha" Clint said as he started stirring his teabag, Steve already moving to refill Natasha's mug "We all do"
"I know" she stated, her voice flat "I also care about you idiots" she said as she took a sip from her mug, avoiding Steve's and Clint's eyes
"We know" Clint said with a smirk "Guess you're getting soft, super spy"
Natasha glared at him as she set her mug back "Want to test that theory out, bird brain?" she asked as her mouth morphed into a smirk
"I think I'll pass for now" Clint replied nonchalantly, as he started stretching his arms "I'm a little sore from my training"
Natasha let out a little chuckle at that statement before taking another sip from her tea "Chicken!" she said, a hint of humor on her voice "You're just scared cause you know you wouldn't stand a chance against me"
"Please, we both know that if I kept my distance, you wouldn't stand a chance!" Clint exclaimed as he set his mug down
"Maybe, but we also know that you're not worth crap when it comes to close-quarters combat" Natasha countered, her ever-present smirk never leaving her lips
"Oh! It's like that?" Clint asked indignation clear in his voice
"It's like that" Natasha replied teasingly
"Guys, come on" Steve said drawing their attention to him "We all know, that both of you wouldn't stand a chance against me in the ring" he said, with a grin on his face
Both Natasha and Clint looked at him with wide eyes before the three of them let out a laugh, for a moment forgetting what had brought them there in the first place
When the laughter subsided Clint looked around the bar once more, this time with a lot more focused
"Well, well, whisky, huh. Guess Stark's having a rough night" Clint observed, with a hint of sadness in his voice, before setting his focus on the blanket around Steve's shoulders "You ok, Cap?"
Steve looked his friend in the eyes and gave a simple nod "I've had worst nights" he stated
It was at that moment that the elevator dinged, alerting the trio that someone else was about to join them once more. The elevator doors opened, and a distressed Bruce stumbled out of it. His entire body was covered in sweat, his eyes bloodshot, and his smartwatch beeping nonstop in accordance with his heartbeat
"Shit!" Clint cursed as he stood up and moved towards the Doctor. Steve and Natasha hot on his tail
As Clint kneeled down in front of Bruce, he took hold of his hand and looked at the watch's screen, reading the pulsations it registered
189
"This is a bad one" Clint commented as he helped Bruce to a sitting position "Come on, Bruce, you're ok"
"He…. he…. k…..killed her" Bruce mumbled in between sobs, his breaths becoming more and more rapid. Clint glanced down and looked at the watch once again
192
"Bruce, look at me" Natasha said as she kneeled down close to him and grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to "You're safe, you're among friends"
"Get…. away" Bruce said as he tried to get away from the trio "It's…n-not… safe"
"Clint, go grab him some tea" Steve ordered as he kneeled down beside Natasha "You're ok, Bruce. He can't get to you here"
"The-e…b-bi-big guy" Bruce sobbed as brought his knees close to his chest, after seeing how high his heart rate was "I'm going to turn"
"No, you're not, Bruce" Steve stated as he stepped closer to the doctor "You're not going to turn because you don't need to. You're safe"
Bruce's sobs started to decrease, and his breathing started to steady as he glanced in between Natasha and Steve, seeing how concerned they were for him, and how truthful their words were. People usually were afraid of him, afraid of the big guy (well, Betty wasn't, but she was a rare case), but they weren't, they were right here, next to him, trying to help him, despite the fact that they knew he could turn right then and there, yet, there was no fear in their eyes.
Steve glanced at the watch once more, hoping to see a lower number
170
He sighed in relief, as his hopes were realized
"I am not going to turn" Bruce repeated as he took another deep breath
"Here, Doc" Clint said as he handed a mug of hot tea to him, before kneeled down as well
Bruce thanked him and started taking small and slow sips of tea, in between them deep breaths to help reduce his heartrate
Natasha sneakily looked at his watch and relief washed over her as she saw a relatively low 137 being registered on it.
"You feeling better now?" Clint asked as he eyed the doctor cautiously, yet concern was filling his eyes
"Yeah….. yeah. I'm fine, thanks" he answered as he glanced at the three of them once again "What're you all doing up anyway?"
Natasha raised an eyebrow at him "What do you think? We just like to drink tea at five in the morning"
Bruce snorted at her reply "Yeah, that was a dumb question. Rough night, huh?" he said dejectedly
"Not rougher than most" Steve replied as he stood up, the rest of them following him as he made his way to the bar
As they were nearing it, Bruce took another sip of his tea, except this time, he was calm enough to distinguish its flavor, and as he did, his eyes widened. As they scanned the bar's counter and settled on the discarded teabags sitting on it, his suspicions were confirmed
"Wait a minute, this is my tea!" he exclaimed, causing the trio to turn to look at him with grins and smirks on their faces
"Sorry, Bruce, it's just that your tea tastes better" Steve apologized with a smile
"Besides, you should know by now whatever you leave in the common area is up for the taking" Clint added as he sat down on his seat once again
"And there's no use in trying to hide it, cause if I want it, I will find it" Natasha added as well, she too sitting back on her seat
Bruce sighed at his friend's playfulness, as he shook his head, despite not being able to get rid of the smile that had plastered on his face. In mere moments he too was seated on the bar counter.
The four of them kept on talked about anything and everything for a few minutes. They never mentioned any of the incidents of the night again, they just kept on making small talk for a while, trying to get their minds over them. Until suddenly their comfortable small talk was interrupted by a loud boom on the landing pad.
Clint moved in an instant, grabbing his bow and removing an arrow from his quiver, not even bothering to place it on his back, before aiming his bow, arrow at the ready, towards the landing pad.
Natasha moved just as quickly pulled her sleeves up and broke the mug she held on her hands in the counter of the bar, before taking a battle stance.
Steve set his mug down on the bar, quickly moving towards one of the cabinets and ripping the door of one of them right of the hinges and holding it one-handed, ready to throw it at a moment's notice.
Bruce stepped back, standing behind everyone else as if hiding behind them, ready to let them take the lead on this one. If the big guy were to come out, he doubted the Tower, or at the very least the lounge area would be able to take.
Everyone tensed as they heard footsteps approaching the door that led to the landing pad, only to relax as Thor stepped through it, a perplexed expression on his face as he saw everyone in such a stiff manner.
"My friends, what seems to be the issue?" Thor questioned as he approached them, hammer at the ready "Pray, did I startle you?"
"Just a little, blondie" Clint answered as he lowered his bow
"I know you're from another culture and all that, but aren't there doors in Asgard?" Natasha asked sarcastically as she dropped her broken mug on the trash, grinning as she saw Steve look around for a place to settle the broken door "I don't think that can be fix, so you better leave it, Steve"
Steve looked at her and then looked at the broken door in his hands, a small grin spreading on his lips "Guess you're right" he said, a hint of guilt seeping into his voice
"I seem that I'm not the only one you hasn't been graced by a sound sleep tonight. What a shame" Thor commented sadly as he moved towards the bar, only stopping as he noticed a red mark on Natasha's wrist "Natasha, who did this to you?"
Natasha quickly pulled the sleeve back down, before quickly addressing the god "Thor, just leave, ok? I already told the others it's ok" she said irritation in her voice
"Nah, this shall not be overseen! Just tell me the name of the misfit who harmed you and I shall make sure the gates of Hell will be filled with their screams by the hour" Thor proclaimed as he summoned Mjolnir to him
Natasha chuckled at the god's words as she turned back to the kettle of water to reheat it "Thanks Thor, but there won't be any need for you to do that. I made sure that the bastards responsible for this are as dead as they can be" she stated as she held her wrist for him to see
"Good, that appeases my mind, Natasha" Thor said as he placed the hammer down on the counter and continued on his way to the wall of drinks behind the bar
"Do you want me to bandage that up?" Bruce asked as he eyed Natasha's wrist with a sympathetic look on his face
Natasha shook her head as she reached for another mug "Thanks, but that won't be necessary, Mister Super Soldier isn't the only one who can heal fast, you know" she said as she set her mug down on the counter and continued preparing her tea
"Say, which one of these drinks would you recommend?" Thor asked as he looked at the large collection in front of him
Steve looked at the drinks for a moment before looking back at his mug "Not even I can feel any of those, Thor. So, I doubt an Asgardian would" he said with a small chuckle"
"Just try some vodka, blondie" Clint said as he sipped on his tea once more
Thor did just that grabbing a bottle of vodka from the wall before opening it up and started to drink straight from the bottle, as he sat down on the bar counter by Natasha's side.
"A shame the drinks in Midgard are so weak" Thor stated as he sat the bottle down in front of him
"Well, they weren't exactly made to get an Asgardian like you drunk. For us, they work very well, too well if you ask me, well except for Steve" Bruce said, correcting himself when the super soldier raised an eyebrow at him
"Aye, I understand" Thor said, with a sorrow look in his eyes "I just wished that weren't the case" he added as he took another sip from the bottle
"What, you want to drink your sorrows away?" Clint asked, with a raised eyebrow "Why?"
Thor looked around at the concerned and curious faces of his teammates, all of them wanting to know what the source of his sadness was. They all knew that, like them, the god of thunder had trouble sleeping at night, that he normally when out, flying around the country when that happened, wanting to clear his head. They just didn't know why.
Thor sighed for a moment, before taking another sip from his bottle and started to explain "In Asgard, we learn that the greatest warriors, the greatest kings, and queens, when they perish in battle, they are honored for their greatness"
Thor paused from a moment, taking a big sip out of his bottle, as he weighed his words "My mother was a queen of that stature, so naturally she was honored as the tradition demands" he paused, taking an even bigger sip of his vodka, finishing it completely in the process
"She was loaded on board of a traditional Asgardian's battleship and sailed of towards the edge of Asgard. She led the boats of all of who fell in the battle against Malekith, and when she reached the border of Asgard, her ashes were sent off to the stars, in order to promote the birth of new stars through the galaxy. No higher honor could be given to a fallen warrior. She was a good queen, a good mother. And she was properly honored" Thor explained as he reached out for a new bottle of vodka, halting his movements for a moment as his fingers touched the bottle, before firmly capturing it in his hands "But, not even knowing she was given the funeral she deserved can ease the burden that is knowing she…. isn't here anymore" Thor finished, bringing the bottle to his lips and almost finishing it in a single gulp
Everyone sat quietly, not knowing what to say, knowing that there was nothing they could say to ease the pain. They knew that pain and they even didn't know what they wanted to hear to ease their pain, so how could they know what Thor wanted to hear
"I'm sorry for your loss" Steve said as he looked Thor in the eye
"We all are" Bruce added, Natasha and Clint nodding in agreement
"I appreciate it, my friends" Thor said, as he finished his second bottle
The group of Avengers said in silence as the minutes ticked by, no one knowing what to say after what Thor just said. They all knew what it felt like to carry the weight of other people's deaths. They knew that there was nothing they could say to make the situation better, it just didn't get better, it only got slightly easier with time. But, they also didn't know how to change the subject. Luckily for them, Tony did just that, just not in a way they expected.
A few moments after everyone finished their drinks the billionaire practically burst out of the lab, whisky bottle in one hand, while his other one was wearing one of his gauntlets. He made his way towards the bar, as he finished emptying the bottle of whisky in his hand. His beard and hair were messy, while his eyes full of dark circles. He looked startled to see all of them at the bar, stopping for a moment to make sure he wasn't seeing things that weren't there. As he approached them, his eyes lingered on Natasha's sweater for a moment.
"Nice hoodie" he said, his voice husky, as he passed went behind the bar and towards the wall of drinks, dropping his empty bottle on the trash can as he passed it, causing it to break as it smashed on the bottom of the trash can
"You had already seen me with it" Natasha stated with a raised eyebrow as the billionaire took another bottle out of his collection and approached the bar counter
"Did I?" Tony asked, surprised, as he opened the bottle and started drinking it without a care in the world
Everyone eyed the billionaire warily, caused they all knew that, when it came to drinking, sometimes Tony took it too far.
"So, I see that the gang is all here" Tony observed as he set the bottle down and wiped a bit on whisky left on his chin with his sleeve
After a few moments of silence, Tony simply started chuckling, confusing everyone
"God, would you look at this" he said, as he grabbed his bottle once again "The mighty Avengers, the heroes who saved the world, are in fact a bunch of screw-ups who can't even enjoy a good night's sleep! What a joke!" he said before he started drinking once again, only stopping as he reached the halfway point of the bottle
"Tony, I don't think that you should be drinking so much at this hour" Steve advised as he looked at the genius, his eyes full of concern
Tony chuckled at his words as he took another sip of the bottle "Don't worry about it, Capsicle, I might not have that super soldier serum yours, but I can hold my drink just fine" he said as he waved Steve off
"It doesn't look like it" Bruce observed, as he saw the way the billionaire was starting to show a slight shake on his legs
"That a challenge, Brucie?" Tony asked as he raised an eyebrow at the doctor
"Gods, no!" Bruce exclaimed as he started waving his hands around, trying to dissuade Tony "I am just saying that you might want to ease on the drinks, Tony"
Tony snickered at that "Yeah, I don't think I will" he said, as he attempted to take another sip of his bottle, only to be stopped as Thor took the bottle of his hands
"I understand that everyone has to find their way to relieve the sorrows and the pain brought by a battle, Stark. I just don't believe that this one is the right for you" Thor stated, as he settled the bottle on the counter, away from Tony's reach
Tony squinted his eyes at the god's words, before shaking his head to try and clear his thoughts
"Look, Thor, as you can imagine, my mind isn't in the best place right now. So, can you please just tell me what the hell does that means?" Tony exclaimed exasperatedly
"It means that you should find another coping mechanism" Natasha, said, and despite her best efforts to hide it, her words were filled with concern "This one isn't healthy for one"
"You shouldn't drown yourself in drink, Tony" Steve added "This is destroying you"
Tony once again chuckled at their words "Ok, then what do you expect me to do? I can't sleep!" Tony exclaimed loudly while he threw his hands in the air "At first I just sat around in my lab and tinkered with my armors for the whole night, but then I became obsessed. I built third five different armors in less than three months. Drinking helps with that, I can work on my armors without making it an obsession. I need it. Even if it's not healthy. It is my coping mechanism"
Steve looked at Tony with a studious and concerned look, all of them did
"You could always try to find a different one, a healthier one" Steve reasoned softly
Tony practically laughed at that
"Alright, fine" he said as he got some control of himself "Fine, wise guy. What do you suggest? I'm all ears. In fact, why don't you think of an amazing way for all of us to deal with our shit? Cause as I look around I can see that I am not the only one who's screwed up real hard"
They all stood silent, looking at each other warily. They knew that there was truth in Tony's words. They all had their issues, they all had their own problems. They all had some less than healthy habits. But none of them knew any better, they didn't know of a miraculous method to cope with what they had seen, with what they had lived.
"We could watch a movie" Clint suggested after a while
Tony huffed at the suggestion, as he leaned on the bar counter for a moment
"That's your brilliant suggestion, Legolas?" Tony asked as he eyed the archer condescendingly
Clint simply shrugged "I don't know, you got any better ideas, Metal Pants? I still think it's better than drinking till you pass out" he fired back
Tony huffed at the comment, before shrugging "Fine, whatever. I'm not going to get any sleep, anyways. Might as well watch something fun"
"What're going to watch than?" Bruce asked as he stood and stretched
"What is this you call a movie, Banner?" Thor asked curiously as he approached the doctor
Natasha snickered as she heard the start of Bruce's attempt at trying to explain to Thor what a movie was, before turning her attention to the rest of the team.
"Maybe we should let Steve decide. I mean, the old man is still working on his list, after all" she said "So, what are we going to be watching today, Captain?" she added with a smirk
"Well, I still need to watch Blade Runner, what do you say?" Steve said, as he looked around for confirmation
Clint's face practically lit up at the mention of the movie, as he stood up in an instant "You haven't watched Blade Runner?" he asked eagerly, to which Steve shook his head "We are fixing that right away" he stated, after which he quickly made his way towards the sofa
Steve and Tony both gave Natasha a look, silently questioning her
"It's his favorite movie" she said with a shrug "Anyways, who's making the popcorn?"
Steve stood up and started making his way towards the cabinets, until Tony placed a hand in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. Steve scrunched his nose for a second as the stench from alcohol that leaked from Tony hit his nostrils.
"No way, super soldier, you already own me a cabinet door. I will handle the popcorns" Tony stated pointing at said door and making Steve be hit with the feeling of guilt once again, before turning around and starting to focus on his task "Can even imagine what you would do to the microwave" Steve heard Tony mumble
Steve turned around and started making his way towards the couch were most of his team was already waiting for him. Natasha laying lazily across the couch, her upper body practically swimming in her (his?) hoodie, Clint laying beside her, while Bruce stood on a reclinable chair near them, with a book in his hands, that was until Thor stood in his way.
"Excuse me, Steve, but would you explain to me what is this treat you call popcorn?" he said confused
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Movie night became a tradition in the Tower. Whenever they found themselves unable to sleep the team would join up to watch another movie on Steve's list, using it as a way to distract themselves from the nightmares that plagued them at night.
Their friendship grew to the point where they even started leaving their doors unlocked, so that whenever they found themselves in greater distress the others could come and help them.
Being a hero comes with fame and glory, no one knew that better than the world's most famous team. Said team also knew about the traumas and fears that accompanied said glory.
But at least they managed to find some comfort in each other.
Well, if you made up to this point I am proud!
I didn't write total crap!
Now addressing some issues
I know the characters are a bit ooc. At least to me they seem like it, I tried to capture their core and identifying characteristics, while also giving me a bit of a space to work it.
Also I added a few things from the comics that I just think the MCU shouldn't have gotten rid of
Btw I have plans to write a full story based on the Avengers movies. Basically, re-writing some movies, and adjusting others. Focused on the OG sixs while adding some elements from the comics. Do you think I should do it? Would you read it if I did? Tell me what you think
Anyways, reviews, comments, critics, likes any and all kinds of feedback are always welcome and appreciated