Swiftly walking around a small apartment Natasha begrudgingly picks up discarded red plastic cups and crushed beer cans. Her face scrunches up in disgust every now and then as her gloved fingers touch and dip into left over alcohol. Seemingly with each passing second the stench of flat room temperature beer grows stronger making it difficult to hold in a gag as she hurries around.

"Stark! Stop making out with your boyfriend we have to go." She yells over her shoulder before dumping the collected trash into their respected bins.

Tony pushes off the table he chose to lean on in order to talk to Steve. Stumbling slightly forwards he frowns at Natasha's tasteless teasing.

"I am not! Cap here isn't-" He falters in his words before mumbling gibberish while looking down at his feet before catching onto how guilty that action looked. Avoiding the two's irritated facial expressions he looks off into the distance acting as if he remembered something important. Standing still with eyes wide he hoped his plan had worked even by a fraction.

Steve stares blankly at Tony looking a tad red in the face. Folding his arms over his chest he leans back in the dining chair making it creak loudly.

"What?" Voice sharp and demanding his eyes narrow at Tony's guilty figure.

Tony turns his guilt ridden gaze over to Steve before smirking weakly.

"Well, I am a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist and I'm sure my fans-"

Huffing out in annoyance Natasha pokes her head up above the half wall looking into the small dining area and out into the kitchen. She throws a dingy scotch soaked rag at the two childish men. Watching it hit Tony on the side of his face made her smirk dangerously before standing up completely and stretching out her still stiff muscles. As it turns out sleeping on the kitchen counter top was a less than ideal way she'd prefer to have aches and pains throughout her body.

"Don't care. We need to go. Now. Steve, can you please clean-"

Puffing out his chest Tony throws the rag back into the kitchen missing Natasha by a few inches. Frowning bravely he interrupts her with a mock groan of boredom and irritation.

"You aren't even ready! Couldn't the big guy go with you anyways? You two get along really well or how about-"

Glaring at Tony's stupidity she quickly takes off the long green cleaning gloves she had put on before cleaning up the messy house. Tossing them into the sink she threateningly takes one step towards Tony jarring him.

"Ready. Besides, Dr. Banner is busy at the tower. He left at 6 in the morning. Clint is sleeping off whatever hangover he has in Maria and I's closet because apparently it's the only dark sound proof room here and I fucking swear if we don't leave this house in 5 seconds Stark-!" As Natasha nears the peak of her threatening speech she hears a soft shuffle coming from the front door. All three occupants draw in a sharp cautionary breath. Wide eyed everyone slowly turns towards the front door stiffing in anticipation.

Leaning on the now closed front door Maria pinches the bridge of her nose and let's her clothes filled duffle-bag slide from her shoulder. Breathing in deeply she ignores the obnoxious beer smell and drops her arms down to her sides in defeat letting the duffle-bag hit the ground finally with a thump. Her tired eyes immediately get drawn to the three shocked and guilt ridden adults before settling to stare directly into green eyes.

Steve jumps up from the dining room chair knocking into the table causing his and Tony's cups of water to tip over spilling water everywhere along with stares from Tony and Natasha looking at him in surprise. Panicking he salutes Maria before yelling along with the other two her name.

"Commander Hill!" "Hill!" "Maria."

Running a hand through her short hair she slowly drags her eyes away from Natasha's to look at her devastated apartment.

"Why is it always my house." Maria asked softly returning her tired eyes to Natasha's green ones. Natasha stares back apologetically as she takes two timid steps towards Maria.

Shaking off his guilt Tony smirks confidently while striding towards the living room centre table breaking Maria and Natasha's communicative staring. Grabbing Natasha's 'borrowed' car keys he jingles them in the air while barking out orders.

"Rogers you clean! Tiny spider and I are going to go replace- cleaning supplies." Cringing at his slip up and failed recovery he looks over at Steve pleading he step in to help. Steve merely looks at Tony with only a smug and mischievous smile.

Standing up straight Maria's tired gaze turns into a glare as she stares down at Natasha's now cringing form. Gritting her teeth tightly Maria could hardly forum any words to portray her outrage. Breathing in deeply again her hands clench into fists as she stands ridged levelling a glare at all three supposed adults.

"Replace?"

Groaning softly Natasha tries stepping closer to her girlfriend but was met with an even harsher glare. Her shoulders drop from their usual confidence because of that and sunk slightly showing the shameful guilt she felt. Weakly Natasha smiled slightly before answering Maria.

"They followed me?"

Letting out a small scoff Maria kicked her discarded duffle-bag over to the side more before striding over to Natasha. She lightly brushes her hand against her girlfriends before standing straight and using her 'commander' voice.

"... I'm going to go get coffee and when I get back I expect everything to be cleaned and replaced! Do I make myself clear?" Her hands behind her back she slowly glares at each and everyone one of them. Seeing that none of them could meet her gaze she stalked out of the apartment with a disgruntled groan.

The three adults stood there in silence before Tony quickly turned towards Natasha.

"Natasha, how do you not live in fear with her?"

Immediately Natasha rolls her eyes at Tony and looks at Steve before nodding in the direction of where he'll find cleaning supplies. "Thanks." Was all she heard as he rushed to start cleaning up the trashed apartment.

"Hey, I asked-." Tony began but was quickly cut off by Natasha walking over to him and shoving him towards the door.

Briefly scanning the areas she could see Natasha decided to make a mental check list of everything they needed to buy instead of asking Steve once there wasting time. Once her little scan of everything was over she pushes Tony over to the door before opening it and finally answering his stupid question.

"I don't come home drunk and wreck our home. Usually. Now shut up we have 30 minutes to get everything or go into hiding."