"Movies?"
"How about not, there's nothing worth it on."
"Fine then. You suggest something genius boy."
Ned and Harley glare at each other and Peter rubs his temples. They've been trying to decide what to do for the better part of an hour and MJ is the only one who looks unruffled.
Of course she could just be planning how to make our deaths look like an accident, Peter nudges her.
"You got anything?" he gives his best puppy dog face, "before these two actually try and kill each other."
"The park," she stands up, "I know a nice place. You," she nods at Ned, "can find whatever else you need for your science thing. Genius boy over here can mess with his bike as much as his heart pleases, and", she looks pointedly at Peter, "you can do your thing."
"Not just a revolutionary then," Harley grins impishly at MJ, "you can play the peace maker too."
MJ rolls her eyes at him, half heartedly swinging her bag in his general direction.
-ooooo-
Sam and Steve aren't in the house when Bucky walks in. He goes to the room he and Steve share and pulls out a bag from under his bed.
-ooooo-
"A genuine apology is generally the best place to start," Sam shrugs, "I know it's not an easy thing to do man, but there's no other options."
Steve sighs. He opens his mouth and shakes his head, closing it with an air of defeat.
"You want to be the one to offer the branch, right?"
"Mnf," Steve drops his head into his hands.
"Then best to do it soon," Sam puts his hand on Steve's shoulder, gently shaking him, "and if Tony doesn't receive then at least you know you did what you could."
Steve lifts his head, looking Sam in the eye.
"Let's go," with a final pat to the suoersoldier's shoulder Sam stands up, "you can be all broody about it for the rest of today if you'd like," he hold out his hand to pull Steve up, "but tomorrow I will carry your ass up if I have to."
Steve chuckles, dry and pained, "I'll go now," he dusts off his jeans, "I don't doubt you'd manhandle me there otherwise."