"Hey," Natasha calls, popping her head in through the door to Bruce's laboratory. "It's nice out today. You should join us for the grill-out."

"What?" Bruce shouts, standing up from being slumped over in work in a chair. He shoves his glasses on to see who's at his door. "Oh, Nat. Hey. I was just, um-"

"Up late?" She saunters in, crossing her arms over her striped shirt.

"No, not really," he lies.

"Not later than usual, you mean."

"Well, of course." Bruce grins and cleans up his wrinkled papers.

She crosses over to help him.

"No, no, I got it."

She leans her hands on the stack of papers. "Let me help you. Go get that chemical that spilled over there," she commands, nodding her head to show the direction of the spill.

He nods and scurries over to salvage what he can.

"Shit," he mutters. "It was the altered liquid crystal version of Tony's Vibranium. He's gonna kill me."

Natasha finishes stacking the papers and walks over to the spill site. A blue liquid crystal element was spreading across multiple papers and was about to drop off of the fireproof table. "That's the element he created?"

"A portion of it." He runs a tired hand through his hair.

"Well, I assume, from the stories he's told me, that we can't exactly touch it."

"That's correct," Bruce says, looking over at her.

"We can't leave it here, either. So, what do we do? Call Biohazard Waste Removal?"

"We could, if such a thing existed here."

Her green eyes fix on his. "So then we call-"

"No. We are not calling Tony."

"Why not? He can't really take anything away from you; this isn't Stark Tower anymore."

"He provides my funding!"

"Trust me. He would understand. He's done this more times than Pepper and I can count."

"You're sure?" He says softly.

"I'm sure." Natasha turns to the wall, where a screened communicator is placed. "FRIDAY," she calls out, addressing Tony's new AI system. "Would you do us a favor?"

"Paging Mister Stark now. You have approximately two minutes to escape," FRIDAY announces.

Natasha smiles and turns back to face the scientist. "Let's get to that grill-out."

"Why not? It's summer."

He wraps his arm around her waist and they walk out, making the most of what Outraged-Tony-free time they have left.