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Written for Auction: Day 29; Auction 2: "'Cause usually I just kill people who try to get me to open up... oops."
Word Count: 307
The Best
"We probably shouldn't be doing this," Natasha said, before she took another swig from her bottle of vodka that had been resting between her outstretched legs.
The other Avengers were sprawled on the floor in similar positions, with their own chosen alcoholic drinks.
Coulson had a lot to answer for.
"Why not?" Steve asked, the only one of them still completely sober.
"'Cause usually I just kill people who try to get me to open up...oops."
Tony snorted and raised his whisky tumbler to her in salute. "Hear, hear!"
"Nat's right," Clint said, nodding sagely. "Opening up is a terrible idea."
"Nobody wants me to 'open up'," Bruce added with a placid smile. "It never ends well."
Thor simply smiled at them all. "It is a good idea, no? To get to know one another in a safe space? The Son of Coul is wise amongst Midgardians for suggesting such a thing."
His smile made Tony laugh and he threw a cushion at Thor. "You're such a troll, Thor."
Eyes twinkling, Thor tugged Tony into his side. "Are you telling me you wouldn't like to hear of my war cries, Man of Iron?"
"Oh, no tell away," Tony said, waving his still free hand. "But focus on the after part, will you? Your celebrations sound much wilder than ours; honestly I'm a little jealous."
"So… we're just going to ignore Coulson and sit and get drunk?" Steve asked, brow still furrowed a little.
"Sounds about right."
"Yep."
"Sounds like a plan to me."
Steve nodded slowly and then looked at Thor. "Now seems as good a time as any to see if that Asgardian Hooch is as good as you say it is."
Tony grinned. "We've corrupted Captain America."
Natasha whistled, and the two of them clinked their glasses together. She smirked. "We are the best."