After five minutes Thor's crunching has annoyed everyone in the room. Clint finally can't stand it a moment longer and chucks the remote at his head, "Will you be quiet?"

Thor rubs the spot where the remote had hit him and grumbles as he sets his mostly empty bowl aside. Tony pulls his legs up and whispers "Thanks, I was about to do that."

A few more minutes pass and Thor gets bored. "You know not of the horrors I have faced in the nine realms. Times where we were overrun with creatures so deadly that you…" he was cut off when the pillow Natasha had been clutching to her chest thumped into his head. "Eeah!"

"Shut it!" Bucky hisses at him.

"You know," Sam says still perched on the armrest, "I should be leaving. I've got to get home." He doesn't move even his eyes from the movie.

At the next intense moment Natasha realizes that throwing the pillow at Thor may not have been the best idea. She gasps and grabs for Clint's hand. He doesn't move but clutches her just as tightly.

Steve realizes he's been biting his lip only when he tastes the metallic taste of blood. He forces himself to stop and clutch his blanket instead.

Bucky lets out the breath he'd unknowingly been holding when he feels Natasha patting his leg persistently. He grabs her hand to get her to stop and ends up squeezing it in anticipation.

Thor looks around the room at his friends and sighs, "Are you not the mightiest warriors of this realm? And yet you cower before the imaginings…"

This time it's Tony who silences him, "If you don't stop talking, I'm going to make you go sit in the kitchen!" Tony is curled up tightly in the corner of his chair and it doesn't look like he'll be making anyone do anything any time soon. Thor glances at him and shakes his head, before standing and making his way to the dining room to see what the others were doing.

Clint mutters under his breath, "That seems painful."

Natasha's reply startles Clint who hadn't realized he'd spoken aloud, "It is."

"Wait a second, you've been possessed?" he leans closer and whispers back.

"No, but I can feel the pain all through my hand and arm," she says slowly, not daring to even blink.

Clint relaxes his hand and realized just how hard he'd been gripping her, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to… is that better?" He looks over to see her crouching with one hand still on his wrist and the other clutching Bucky's left arm. His metal arm. "Tasha, your hand!" he exclaims, no longer whispering.

"Shhh," she scolds him. "You'll get sent out like Thor." She turns to smile at him but sees the look of true concern on his face, "What is it?"

"Your hand! Do you not realize that…? It's like you don't even… I mean can't you… just…" Clint growls in frustration as he struggles to explain.

Bucky leans up to look around Natasha, "What are you going on about, Clint?" he says, aggravated that he could no longer hear over Clint's ramblings.

Clint stands up and gestures to Natasha's hand, "Let go! Let. Go."

"What do you…" Bucky looks down. He gasps and pulls his arm away. "I didn't mean… I am so sorry! Are you alright?"

Natasha looks down and her eyes widen. Her hand is ghostly white from loss of blood circulation as well as in grotesque pain at the loss of pressure. She grimaces as she rubs it with her other hand. She stiffly moves her fingers which causes her to wince.

"What is all the commotion for?" Steve, the noise having broken his intense concentration, asks.

"I will be fine." Natasha says to try to reassure everyone.

"What are you talking about, Nat?" Steve sits up and turns to better face her. He sees Clint still standing in front of her and Bucky who is wearing a look of horrified concern.

"Actually," Natasha sighs, "I may need to have this looked at. It feels almost like it did when I broke it a few years ago."

"I am so sorry. I wasn't even thinking that I would hurt you," Bucky bits his lip.

"I know you didn't mean to, it's fine. It's as much my fault as it is yours."

"Would you like me to take a look at it?" Sam stretches as he straightens from having perched so long, "That way you don't have to go all the way down to the medical lab if it's nothing." He steps closer and she holds out her hand. He gently takes it and turns it over.

"You're a doctor?" Tony asks as he sits up. The credits had started rolling and he was made aware of the situation at hand.

"I was a pararescue actually," Sam says without looking up, "I know military first aid as well as CPR. I'm not a medic but sometimes there isn't time to get people to a medic." He continues to put pressure in different areas of her hand.

"That is where it hurts most."

"I don't think it's broken," he steps back, "It's probably fractured though. You should go down and get a splint that will have to be worn for about three weeks." He turns and looks out the window at the black sky, "I've really got to get home now. I'll walk down to the medical lab with you on my way out if you'd like."

"Sure," Natasha stands and smiles, "At least we didn't miss much of the movie."

Wanda steps in and looks around, "Movie over?"

"Yeah," Steve says as he watches Natasha and Sam head down the stairs, "How did your knitting lesson go?"

"Crochet. And it went well. I didn't get far on my project, but Vision and Bruce have gotten the hang of it. They both started with a potholder and now are working on a scarf. Thor has been working on his potholder for at least forty minutes," she makes a face, "I don't think he quite understands but I'm done fighting with him on how it's supposed to be done." She looks around, "Where'd Nat go?"

"Down to the medical lab," Steve replies. "Pretty sure Bucky accidentally fractured her wrist. I remember now why I don't watch horror movies."