After the initial retelling to Director Fury, followed by two weeks of joking and poking fun at what had happened, the dinosaur craze had started to die down. It had been over a month since they'd been transported into the world of Jurassic Park. The Avengers had tracked down and successfully brought back the two responsible for it, and life had moved on.

The last couple of days, however, had been rough. Tony and Bruce had been working long hours in the lab, sorting through schematics they had found in a recent Hydra raid and making mock prototypes to try and figure out what Hydra was planning to do with it. Steve had been helping SHIELD train new recruits, and Clint and Natasha had been working a secretive mission out of the country.

Steve breathed a sigh of relief when the weekend came, and he finally had time off. He was sitting at the common floor's kitchen counter, eating breakfast, a newspaper open in front of him. Tony had excused himself from the lab to get a cup of coffee, and the two were chatting when in walked a tired looking Natasha with a thoroughly exhausted Clint.

"Well look what the cat dragged in. You look terrible, Tweety," Tony greeted.

Tony made to pass over the coffee pot and stopped after he caught Natasha shaking her head behind Clint. Clint reached out anyway and plucked the coffee out of Tony's hand, snagging a cup from seemingly out of nowhere and pouring himself a full cup.

Natasha glared at Tony and pulled the cup away from Clint before he had a chance to drink any.

"Three days without sleep means no coffee until you get at least eight hours," Natasha said. She poured it down the sink to both Clint and Tony's chagrin and started rummaging through the cupboards for food.

"Aw, coffee, no," Clint mumbled. He took a seat at the counter next to Steve, and dropped his head onto his folded arms.

"Three days?" Steve asked incredulously.

"Plus some. Sniper mission," Natasha replied. "Somebody refused to tap out and let somebody else keep watch."

"Well, somebody already had a cover built up and her absence would have sent up red flags," Clint mumbled after a beat.

Natasha pushed a bowl of cereal across the counter and nudged Clint with it. "Eat," she demanded.

Clint sat up and slowly started eating, looking like all of his energy was going into making sure the food made it from the bowl to his mouth. He seemed perfectly content ignoring the small talk going on around him. When he was done, he pushed the bowl aside and laid his head back down on the counter. "Happy?"

Natasha shrugged. She finished her own bowl of cereal and set the two dishes in the sink before rounding the counter and pulling Clint out of his seat. He swayed where he stood and let Natasha look him over while Steve and Tony watched with confusion.

They heard a door open and close loudly in the distance, and Clint stiffened. The archer's eyes narrowed, his hand moving to touch the gun at his side, and it was obvious he was tracking the sounds of someone moving closer. Even when Thor rounded the corner with a jovial greeting, back at the Tower for the first time in months, Clint didn't relax. His hand dropped from the gun, but his fingers twitched like all he wanted to do was hold it. His eyes followed Thor, an unmistakable edge in the way Clint held himself.

Natasha seemed disappointed.

"Let's go for a run," she told Clint. "I bet your legs could use a stretch after sitting on that ledge for so long."

"Geez, why don't you let the man sleep?" Tony gestured to Clint. "He looks like he'll fall over at the slightest breeze."

"Couldn't sleep, even if I tried," Clint answered. He yawned, joints cracking as he stretched. One hand sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and he forced a smile on his face. "Hard to get out the 'constant vigilance' spy mindset once you're stuck in it. Tasha's just tryin' to help."

Natasha whisked him away without another word.

"I see not much has changed in my absence," Thor said.

"Not really," Steve said. "How are things on Asgard?"

"Quiet for now. Loki attempted an escape but was thwarted. Several small skirmishes on Svartalfheim emerged which we've had to address, but that has never been anything new." Thor sat down in the seat Clint had recently vacated, and smiled. "And what of Midgard?"

Steve's mind jumped straight to Jurassic Park for the first time in weeks, and it seemed Tony's mind did much of the same.

"We were forced to play through the plot of Jurassic Park." Tony took a drink of his coffee, and at Thor's confused look, he elaborated. "It's a movie about someone who builds a dinosaur park and the dinosaurs escape. Who would've thought that Steve would be our expert on the movie?"

"I have not seen the movie, yet it makes perfect sense to me," Thor said, a twinkle in his eye. "After all, our good Captain is a dinosaur himself, is he not?"

Steve gaped. Tony nearly spit out his coffee and started laughing.

"Who told you to say that?"

"No one. Although I have heard Natasha making reference to it quite often."

Steve was going to need to have a talk with Natasha.

"We all got turned into characters in the movie," Steve said, trying to redirect the conversation. "The only way to get out was to re-enact the movie."

"It sounds like a marvelous adventure!"

"Most of the time, sure." A shudder ran down Steve's spine when he remembered Clint and Natasha's faces from under the car after the T-Rex attack. "But I nearly had a heart attack when Clint and Nat-"

"Hold it right there, Cap, don't spoil the whole thing for him." Tony had a gleam in his eye, an excited look on his face. He had pulled out a tablet and his fingers were already flying over the surface. "Why the hell would we tell him what happened when we can show him? JARVIS, buddy, I need you to cancel everybody's plans for this evening. We're having a team dinner followed by movie night so Thor can watch Jurassic Park and see what we went through."

"As you wish, Sir."

Steve was a little surprised to walk into the common floor kitchen and find it already full of people and lively conversation. Then again, it was hard to say no to free pizza. Even Pepper had cleared her schedule to join them, her typical business attire exchanged for something more casual. The only two people missing were Clint and Natasha.

"Take a seat, Cap, and help yourself to pizza," Tony called out to Steve. "I already told JARVIS to ring the dinner bell for Clint and Natasha, they should be here soon."

Steve nodded his thanks and took a seat at the table. He grabbed a slice and joined Bruce and Thor in conversation. It was several minutes before Natasha and Clint slunk into the room.

Clint looked only slightly more rested than this morning. He tensed when he entered the room, stopping to take a headcount, before he caught sight of the pizza and his eyes lit up. He sat heavily in the open chair next to Tony and pulled an entire box toward himself. In an improvement from this morning, he attempted to show the bare minimum of interest in the small talk around him.

Natasha looked more like herself, and a fair deal more refreshed than her partner. As she was stacking her own plate high with food, Steve broke away from his current conversation and asked her how she was doing.

"I'm great. Nothing a little sleep and a good shower couldn't fix," she said with a smile.

"And how's Clint?" Steve asked, quieter.

Natasha glanced at Clint who was listening to Thor talk about Asgard with a slightly glazed expression on his face. "He's been worse. At least he didn't come back with any broken bones this time."

She didn't seem inclined to elaborate. Instead, she stole a slice of pizza from Clint's box, blocking him as he protested and tried to retaliate and steal a slice of pizza from her own plate.

Before Steve knew it, dinner was over. He and Bruce were cleaning up the dishes, Tony had wandered off somewhere with a promise to be right back, and Clint was struggling to pay attention to Natasha and Pepper's discussion.

Steve nearly dropped the plate he was holding when he saw Tony return carrying two large boxes and several brightly colored bags.

"What are those, Tony?" Bruce asked warily, shuffling closer.

Tony placed everything on the table and smiled when everybody's attention turned to him.

"I realized while we were talking to Thor this morning that we never had a chance to celebrate making it out of Jurassic Park alive. Statistically speaking, at least one of us should have died." Tony picked up a pink bag and handed it to Bruce. "Congratulations on being one of the lucky few."

Bruce cautiously accepted the bag and peeked inside, a blush immediately coloring his face.

"Come on, Bruce! Show everyone what you got!"

Bruce reluctantly reached into the bag and pulled out a pink dress shirt that looked almost exactly like the one he wore when he was Dr. Sattler.

There was a pause.

Then Clint doubled over and started laughing. He would have fallen out of the chair if Natasha hadn't held him in place.

It was infectious. Giggles erupted around the table, and when Tony urged Bruce to try it on, Bruce only hesitated for a second. He took off his current dress shirt and pulled on the pink one, playing it up by twisting from side to side. Natasha wolf-whistled at him, and Bruce blushed again.

"But wait, there's more!"

Bruce looked back in the bag, and pulled out a coffee cup with the words 'Better Than A T-Rex' printed on the front.

"You're not wrong," Bruce laughed, putting the cup in front of him.

"Thor, you weren't part of the adventure so it won't be as personalized, but I got you something, too."

Thor opened the bag Tony handed him and pulled out a t-shirt with a picture of Mr. DNA printed on the front. "What an amusing creature," Thor mused. Without any of the restraint Bruce showed, Thor pulled off his shirt and replaced it with the t-shirt. "I like it!"

Steve caught Thor's eye and saw him wink before Tony shoved a bag into his line of sight and dropped it into his lap.

"Your turn, Cap."

"Tony, you didn't have to do this."

"Open your present, Steve. You're keeping the kids waiting."

Steve spared a glance around the table and saw that everyone was watching to see what he would get.

Steve moved deliberately slowly, teasing them as he reached inside and pulled out a coffee cup. Over the green silhouette of a Tyrannosaurus Rex, in bold black letters, were written the words-

"World's Best Papasaurus," Natasha read aloud over his shoulder. She smirked and nudged Clint in the side. Clint snickered, looking at Natasha like she was a genius when she loudly whispered, "It's because he's a dinosaur."

"Natasha!"

"Yes, Papasaurus?" She gave him an innocent look, head tilted to the side, and nudged his bag. "You should keep opening your gift."

Steve gave her his best 'we'll talk later' look and reached inside the bag again, surprised when his fingers touched soft fleece. He pulled out a large fleece blanket and stood up to let the image on the front of it be seen. He saw the triceratops first, and his heart swelled as he realized Tony remembered him saying they were his favorite. When everyone started laughing again, he looked down and realized that he had been photoshopped into the picture so it looked like Captain America was riding a Triceratops like a horse.

"I had that one specially made," Tony said, a wild grin on his face.

"Jokes on you, Tony, because I love it," Steve said. He wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and took a seat.

"Last but not least, you two get to open yours at the same time."

"What about you?" Steve asked. "Didn't you get yourself anything?"

"Oh, I bought myself the whole Ian Malcolm outfit, skinny black jeans and all."

"Which is a nice gift for me, too," Pepper added. "Especially when Tony does his laugh."

"Not to mention, I never have to see another living dinosaur again."

Steve thought Tony seemed nervous as he slid the two large boxes across the table.

Clint ripped off the dinosaur wrapping paper immediately, but clearly didn't want to be the first one to open the box. He waited as Natasha meticulously unwrapped her present, and he let her open her box first, craning his head to see what she got.

A curious look crossed Natasha's face as she reached in the box and pulled out a large stuffed animal in the shape of a Brachiosaurus.

Clint stared from Natasha to the Brachiosaurus then opened his own box and pulled out an equally large Tyrannosaurus Rex stuffed animal. He stared at it for a minute, fingers running over its soft fur, then without warning he shoved it at Natasha's face with a roar sound.

Natasha jumped and shoved Clint away with one hand while holding the Brachiosaurus tighter with her other. "Clint!"

Clint actually did fall out of the chair this time, his feet propped on the seat while he laughed maniacally from the floor and tried to catch his breath.

Steve wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes. Two highly skilled, dangerous, and deadly master assassins…cuddling stuffed dinosaurs.

Steve saw Tony breathe a sigh of relief as he clapped his hands and helped Clint back to his feet. "Alright everybody, pajama time. You have twenty minutes to change before the movie starts. I expect all blankets and dinosaurs to be in attendance. Anyone who got a cup is on hot chocolate duty."

"Really, Tony? You're going to make Steve and I make hot chocolate?" Bruce asked.

"I don't make the rules, I just enforce them. Besides, the hot chocolate is already made and spiked with cognac. All you have to do is put it in cups and bring it to the show."

Tony winked, and Steve saw him pull Natasha aside and whisper something to her. She gave him a questioning look, and he said something else, a look of realization crossing her face and she nodded.

Steve put the thought aside, left and changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt, and made his way back with the blanket thrown over his shoulders. Bruce was already back in his chemistry themed pajamas and had pulled out several cups already.

Thor arrived just as they finished filling the cups, still wearing his Mr. DNA shirt, and he helped carry the hot chocolate into the movie room. Steve set down the cups he was carrying, placed his blanket on one of the couches, and turned to go get the last one still in the kitchen. As he turned around, he did a double take.

"They don't look much like spies now, do they?" Tony asked from behind Steve, a smug smile on his face when Steve looked at him.

And no. They didn't.

Steve was starting to get an inkling of Tony's plan, and he had to admit, it was surprisingly clever. Because even though Clint and Natasha were two of SHIELD's best, it was hard to believe that anyone could remotely be, or even feel, like a spy wearing a dinosaur pajama onesie and carrying a stuffed dinosaur.

"This is more like it. You look much more believable as dinosaurs than you did as kids," Tony called out to them. "How do they fit?"

"They're extremely comfortable," Natasha said.

Natasha looked completely relaxed in the pink dinosaur onesie. She had the hood pulled up over her head, her braid poking out on one side, and her hands tucked into the pockets. Steve could see the head of her Brachiosaurus poking out under her chin where she had zipped it inside the onesie with her. She did a little pirouette on her fluffy white socks and the pink tail flared out behind her.

"That is adorable! Is it soft?" Pepper said. She walked forward and had Natasha do another twirl for her, waiting for permission before running her hands along the soft fabric on Natasha's arm. "I'm so jealous."

Steve chanced a glance at Clint who was apprehensively frozen near the doorway. He didn't seem exactly comfortable in the purple dinosaur onesie he was wearing, what with the hood pushed off and the occasional fidget. His eyes flitted from person to person, fingers twisting the edges of his sleeves, and his dinosaur was squished tightly under his arm.

Which Steve was pretty sure was the exact opposite of what Tony wanted.

"Clint, come over here and let me see yours!"

It was also apparently the opposite of what Pepper wanted. Steve should have guessed the two of them would be in cahoots.

Clint resisted, but as stubborn as he could be, nobody could say no to Pepper Potts. He reluctantly stood next to Natasha and turned when the two women pestered him too. Steve thought he looked distressed when Natasha yanked the hood over his head and they both started cooing until Steve caught the hint of a smile on Clint's face when he pulled the hood off again.

"You like it, right?" Pepper asked while Natasha went to get a drink of hot chocolate. "It's comfortable?"

"It's fine," Clint said. He shrugged.

Pepper moved a critical eye over him, her eyes stopping at his sleeves. "It would be better if you didn't have it all twisted. May I?"

Her hands hovered over the sleeve on one arm, and Clint looked taken aback. He looked around the room as if seeking help, but Thor and Bruce had already taken seats in the recliners, and Tony and Steve were pretending not to notice. When no one came, he nodded dumbly.

Pepper carefully straightened the sleeves and smoothed the fabric around his shoulders. She went behind him and fixed the fabric of the hood where it had bunched up, then stood in front of him with a smile. "Now-" She playfully moved the hood on and off of his blonde hair and asked, "Hood up or down?"

"Hood up!" Natasha cheered.

Pepper smiled, but waited for Clint to answer.

"Down, please."

Pepper dropped the hood and daringly smoothed Clint's hair with her hand. "It's cute," she repeated.

"You know, SHIELD agents aren't supposed to be cute," Clint said, raising an eyebrow at her.

"I don't see any SHIELD logos around, do you?"

"There doesn't have to be a SHIELD logo for there to be a SHIELD agent."

"Maybe, but I don't see any agents either. And I should know since I live with two of them," Pepper argued with a smile. "All I see is an Asgardian, Steve Rogers, two scientists, and two cute dinosaurs."

Clint looked confounded, rooted in place while Pepper claimed one of the remaining two couches and curled up with Tony. Steve eventually took pity on him and asked him if he would join him in the kitchen to grab the last hot chocolate.

Clint nodded absentmindedly, casting a confused look at Natasha as he followed Steve. Steve puttered around a little while Clint jumped up and sat on the counter, a lost look on his face while he watched Steve and tried to collect his thoughts. Every now and then he'd twist the cuff of his pajamas, frown, then straighten it again.

"Everything okay, Clint?"

"Did Pepper really say I'm not a spy, I'm a dinosaur?"

"No."

Clint looked relieved.

Steve picked up the Papasaurus mug and took a sip of hot chocolate. "She said you were a cute dinosaur."

Clint's brow furrowed, and he shook his head like he was trying to clear it. He dug his hands into his eyes and pulled them away, staring at the purple material of his pajamas. His hands dropped into his lap, shoulders sagging, and the dinosaur under his arm fell to the floor. He looked up at Steve with a defeated expression. "What the hell is going on?"

"What do you mean?"

Clint rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, and stared at his feet. "Pizza, movie night, acting like this is some kind of sleepover…Tony's gifts," Clint's foot thumped hard against the cupboard and Steve realized this was what was really bothering him. "Natasha demanded we wear the pajamas."

"They look-"

"Don't you dare say cute."

"I was going to say comfortable." Steve picked up the dinosaur, running his fingers over the soft fabric and white felt teeth. "You said Natasha was trying to help you get out of a spy mindset so you could sleep, right? I'm guessing physical exhaustion is her usual strategy?"

Clint nodded.

"Does it help?"

Clint hesitated, shifting nervously. "Sometimes. To be honest, I think being around Nat helps more than the actual exercise."

"I think Tony's trying to help in his own way. The best way to get out of the spy mindset is to make you not feel like a spy, right?"

"We're not kids, Steve."

"No." Steve smiled encouragingly. "But let's face it, SHIELD wouldn't even let you into the building dressed like this."

"I look ridiculous."

"That's probably the point." Steve said. Clint started twisting the sleeves of his pajamas again, and Steve nudged him to get his attention. He held out the stuffed dinosaur. "He's not making fun of you."

"Sure, he isn't."

Clint didn't sound convinced, but he accepted the dinosaur back. His hands trembled as he held it in his lap, staring at it like it held one of the world's greatest mysteries in its squishy center. Suddenly, his eyelids drooped, his hands slackened as he swayed and tipped forward. He caught himself at the last second, his legs smacking loudly against the cupboard as he jolted back into awareness. A flash of fear crossed his face as he scanned the kitchen.

"Steve?"

"Yeah, Clint? Are you okay?"

Clint's mind took several seconds to catch up with his body, and he sighed heavily. "I'm exhausted."

"Just come and enjoy the movie. Relax and get some sleep if you can." Steve nudged Clint again, waiting until he made eye contact. "We'll keep watch. I promise."

Steve waited a few more seconds before heading back into the movie room, trusting Clint to find his own way when he was ready.

When he got back, Natasha was sitting in the corner of the remaining couch, Steve's blanket open on her lap. He tried to sit down on the other side of the couch, but she hissed at him to move over. Steve's look of confusion faded and a mischievous smile took his place when he sat next to her, and she whispered a plan in his ear.

Natasha ignored Clint when he walked into the room and hesitated. His eyes went straight to the empty seat and flicked to Natasha suspiciously before he settled himself on his side on the floor, head cushioned by his dinosaur.

"Finally! Let's get this movie started!" Tony said as he had JARVIS lower the lights and start the movie.

The lights turned off, the opening credits casting a faint glow over the room.

Natasha elbowed Steve in the side.

"Why don't you join us over here, Clint?" Steve said. "It's got to be more comfortable than the floor."

"I'm fine, thanks."

"Are you sure? There's plenty of space."

Steve almost felt guilty at the way Clint went stock still and glanced backward at Steve and Natasha. Clint quickly turned fully in their direction when he saw Natasha standing up with a wicked grin.

"Natasha, no!"

He scurried away, but he was sluggish and Natasha had a head start. With far more effort than she'd needed the first time around, she hauled Clint up from the floor and dragged him toward the sofa. Steve couldn't help smiling at the way their tails swished almost angrily back and forth as they struggled with each other.

"Goddammit, Natasha! Let me go!"

"Don't be stupid, Clint," Natasha said sweetly. She more or less threw Clint on Steve, and prepared for it this time, Steve wrapped his arms around Clint to hold him securely in place. In the few seconds it took for Clint to regain his bearings, Natasha had scooped up the stuffed T-Rex and shoved it back into Clint's hands. "It'll be just like old times."

Clint mumbled something that sounded like 'pushy', and Steve remembered why it was a bad idea to come between the two of them when Clint's elbow dug into his side. Clint pulled himself away from Steve and settled with his back against the sofa. His knees up to his chest, the dinosaur squished between. Clint rested his chin on its head and said, "I'd appreciate it if you quit manhandling me."

A chuckle passed through the room and Natasha smugly made herself comfortable, her legs tossed over Steve's lap, socked feet nudging Clint's ankle.

They were fifteen minutes into the movie before Clint's head started bobbing. His eyes struggled to stay open as Tony excitedly explained which movie character he, Steve, and Bruce were as they appeared on screen. Slumping sideways toward Steve, Clint settled propped half upright with his legs and arms pulled close into a tight ball. Steve thought it couldn't be comfortable, but after several aborted attempts, Clint finally fell asleep.

It wasn't until the T-Rex appeared onscreen that Clint shifted. His muscles twitched, and he turned further into the couch, mumbling incoherently. Steve could see Clint's brow furrow uneasily, and he debated waking Clint up. When the T-Rex started to attack the jeep, Clint woke up on his own.

Clint jolted awake, eyes wide as saucers. With a dramatic gasp, he pushed himself away from the couch and rolled off with a loud thud. Steve quickly moved to check on him, only to see the very tips of Clint's feet poking out from under the coffee table where he had hidden himself in his sleep deprived state.

"JARVIS," Tony started, "Stop-"

Natasha shook her head and motioned for him to keep the movie going.

Steve did his best to give them privacy, but he couldn't help watching as Natasha slipped off the couch and laid on the floor beside the table.

"What was that?" Natasha whispered.

"What d'you mean?"

"You've barricaded yourself under a coffee table." Natasha rolled her eyes, her voice dropping lower. Steve just barely heard her ask,"... nightmares?"

"No, I heard-"

The T-Rex roared again in the background.

"Get to cover, Nat, the dinosa-" There was a thump and the coffee table shifted, followed by a soft hiss. "Ow."

"Focus, Clint. There aren't any dinosaurs. You're overtired." Hesitantly, she added softly, "Maybe you hallucinated it."

"I swear I saw it, Nat. Its teeth were right in front of me."

Natasha's brow furrowed, then Steve saw a sudden spark of inspiration cross her face. She sat upright, surveying her surroundings, then snatched something and shoved it under the table. She said something too quiet for Steve to catch.

There was a beat of silence, then Clint started laughing.

Natasha popped up again with a triumphant smirk on her face. A few seconds later, Clint appeared beside her, leaning heavily against the couch.

"I'm an idiot," Clint said, head falling backwards.

"You're exhausted," Natasha reiterated.

"Same thing."

"Everything okay?" Steve asked.

In synchrony, they turned their heads back to look at him.

"Woke up, saw this, and thought it was real." Clint held up the stuffed T-Rex, his eyes a little hazy as he laughed again. "I'm an idiot."

"No, you're not," Steve said.

Clint snorted and turned back to the television. Steve frowned.

"Hey." Clint's head flopped on the couch cushion, and he stared at Steve tiredly. "You're not an idiot."

"Whatever you say, Cap."

"Trust me on this," Steve said. "I know stupid. I've watched Tony blow up his lab."

"That was one time, Steve! And we knew it was a risk going in."

Clint chuckled as Natasha pulled him to his feet, not even fighting when she deposited him once more against Steve's side. She wedged herself behind Clint between him and the couch, her head resting on Steve's shoulder.

"No argument this time?" Steve teased, adjusting his position so they were all more comfortable.

"Shut up, Steve," Clint said. He threw the edge of Steve's blanket toward Natasha, his arms tucking tight against his chest. "Watch the movie."

Steve had flashbacks to sitting in the tree, listening to the Brachiosauruses. Natasha was once more a relaxed weight on his shoulder. Clint was tense where he rested against Steve's side, fighting sleep, but he gave in the second Natasha snaked her arm around his chest and pulled him closer.

Their breathing evened out, and Steve carefully closed his arms around them. It must have been an odd sight to the others. Clint and Natasha weren't overly affectionate on their best days, and catching them sleeping in their downtime was even rarer. A glance around the room told him nobody cared that Steve was effectively snuggling their resident spies, but Steve couldn't help tucking the blanket around them protectively.

The room was quiet, and Steve felt his eyes starting to droop.

"Did this actually happen?" Thor asked quietly.

Steve focused on the screen and saw Dr. Grant catch Tim as he flew off the electrified fence. He subconsciously tightened his hold on Clint and Natasha. Bruce's eyes shot to Steve like he'd forgotten all about the fence.

"Of course not," Clint mumbled tiredly, Steve just barely stopping himself from jumping. "Do you think I'm stupid enough to let myself get electrocuted?"

"Yes," Natasha answered. "The better question is, would I let Clint do something as stupid as electrocute himself for a movie?"

"Not in a million years," Tony supplied.

"You're damn right," Natasha said. Maybe as a warning to Steve to stay quiet, she reached around Clint to Steve's side and pulled him closer, sandwiching Clint more firmly in the middle. "Wouldn't be the first time I've had to pull him out of danger."

"So mean to me," Clint said halfheartedly.

Before he could overthink it, Steve started running his fingers through Clint's hair in a soothing, repetitive motion. "Go back to sleep. I'll make sure they don't say anything else about you," Steve said.

"That's favoritism, Steve," Tony said. "What did Clint do to get on your good side?"

"He's the only one who didn't call me a dinosaur," Steve replied. "Of course he's the favorite."

"Thanks, Steve." Clint yawned, eyes drifting closed once more.

"Clint would never disrespect dinosaurs like that," Natasha added.

Steve chuckled and tucked the blanket around her tighter. This time, when they fell asleep, they stayed asleep. Steve once again found himself relaxing, warm and content. When the movie credits rolled, he looked around to see everyone looking equally relaxed.

"There are sequels," Steve said quietly. "And a new franchise."

"Queue it up, J," Tony said.

Steve settled in, rested his chin on Natasha's head, and closed his eyes as the movie started.