"Who is this?" barked the security guard through the intercom.
"Good morning, Pete, you sexy bastard."
"Kresk," said the man shortly, "flash your ID, then."
After she had, the gates swung open and she tore down the driveway, where a scowling Pete was waiting for her.
"Where are they?" she asked him, grabbing the drinks out of her courier box.
"Round the back lawn," he replied shortly, "national holidays apply to Earth's Mightiest Heroes too, apparently."
"They deserve 'em." She walked around the perimeter of the building towards the sounds of wood hitting ball and an occasional yell.
"Good afternoon, Eva."
"Hey, V," she said, as he took half the drinks from her and walked with her the rest of the way, to where the new Avengers had set up an impromptu baseball game. "How's it hangin'?"
"Not too bad. How are you? Any luck with a job in one of the parks?"
"Not yet," she replied, "but I'm more optimistic than what I was before I graduated. Also, I have bought an inspirational poster of Leslie Knope which I look at every morning as I make breakfast, and she keeps me strong. Aren't you playing ball?"
He shook his head. "I'd much rather watch," he said, and went back to standing next to the other spectator, Romanoff, who was slightly less intimidating in Muggle clothes. Slightly.
"Killjoy."
Captain America was bowling, Sam batting. "You ready for this, Wilson?" yelled the supersoldier, his biceps looking magnificent in the sunlight.
"Bring it, popsicle!"
"You asked for it," said Cap, and hurled the ball. To Sam's credit, he did hit it- but the impact shattered the bat and Rhodes, who was backstop, caught it and staggered back a few feet.
"Dude," said Sam, "you gotta stop doing that!"
"Sore loser, Falcon?" asked Romanoff, smirking.
"Look," said Sam, "I ain't cool with playing this with superheroes. Especially when she-" he jabbed a finger in the direction of Wanda "-keeps using her magic to catch the goddamn ball!"
"It's not magic," said Wanda, smiling faintly at Sam's distress.
"So," said Eva to Vision, "have they spent more time playing, or arguing?"
"Almost definitely the latter."
"Almost definitely," she repeated, nodding. She looked on wistfully as a uniformed guy threw Sam another bat from a pile in one corner. "As much as I wanna stay and watch this, I should get back to work."
"Have fun."
"Oh," she said, handing a guard the rest of the drinks, "totally. Don't get sunstroke."
"I doubt I can."
A/N there's more Ultron/OC fics than there are Falcon/OC fics and I don't know what to say to that tbh. Also I think we can all agree that supers doing normal-people stuff like baseball is the best thing EVER