Steve had woken up at 7 o'clock exactly like every other morning - what can he say, old habbits die hard especially habits enforced by army officials. They were scary.
Steve had gotten changed into his running clothes for his morning jog soon after he woke. He always went on his morning jog - no matter what. Recently, due to the lack of missions Clint and Natasha had been joining him and he found he quite liked the company, even if they bickered like children consantly.
When Steve left his room he made his way straight to the rec room to where he knew the two assassins would be waiting for him. Steve had no clue what time the pair woke up, he doubted even JARVIS knew.
When he got closer to the rec room he paused hearing a commotion comming from the other side of the white painted door. It sounded like someone was attacking the two assassins. Steve immedatly went into Captain America Mode at the thought of his friends getting hurt. He reached out and curled his fingers around the cool silver metal of the door handle and silently pressed down opening the door.
The sight that met his eyes made his jaw drop to Australia.
Clint had Natasha pinned on the floor while she squirmed about laughing uncontrollably and shouting at Clint. They looked like they had just fallen off the leather couch to their right, a blanket partly under the assassins and partly on the couch. Two cups sat forgotten on Starks glass coffee table as Clint continued to torment Natasha with a cocky grin on his face.
"Hem hem." Steve cleared his throat awkwardly and the duo froze.
"I didn't mean to inter-" Steve started but was cut off as Natasha flipped herself over Clint so she was pinning him down, narrowly missing the coffee table.
"Clinton Francais Barton, if you ever tickle me again i will use you as my personal knife sharpener." Natasha then turned her icy glare on Steve as she stood up. "If you tell a single soul-" she began.
"I won't tell anyone!" Steve promised obviously terrified of the readhead.
"Good. Now lets go." Natasha proceeded to walk out of the room leaving the two men alone.
"How on earth are you not dead yet?" Steve asked in amazement
"I honestly have no clue."
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