Again, thanks for all the reviews.

Note - the actual positions mentioned in this chapter are just a way of moving the plot along. They are not necessarily physically possible. (But, then again, none of us are Avengers, so how would we know?)

Chapter 3: Twister

"Okay, this game is pretty simple, so the dumb blondes shouldn't have much trouble tonight," Tony said, ignoring the glares Steve and Thor sent him. "All you have to do is follow the instructions the spinner gives you - just don't let your elbows or knees touch the ground."

Bruce sighed. "I'm going to sit this one out. I'm too old for this game."

"True," Tony said. "You can read the instructions while the rest of us play."

Bruce raised an eyebrow. "You're not exactly young either, Tony."

Tony glared at him. "Are you trying to insinuate that I'm old? I'll have you know that I'm extremely flexible. Just ask Pepper about some of the things that I can do in bed. Believe me-"

"-We believe you, Tony," Bruce hastily cut Tony off. "But five of you can't fit on the mat at the same time."

"Okay," Tony pouted.

Clint, Steve, Natasha, and Thor surrounded the mat.

"Okay. Thor, left foot green," Bruce read.

Thor grinned and stepped onto the mat. "This will be easy."

The mat got crowded quickly. Thor's brute strength didn't translate well into flexibility and he was so tall and muscular that he was taking up more than his fair share of available space. Natasha was the polar opposite. No matter what instruction given, she somehow managed to contort her body successfully.

"Thor – left hand green."

Thor grunted and complied with the instructions. Sweating in exertion, he leaned too far forward and his legs gave out.

"Oww! Dammit, Thor!" Clint groaned as Thor collapsed on top of him.

"Sorry, friend archer," Thor mumbled, extricating himself from the mat with ungracefully.

"Get off the mat, Clint. You're taking up space," Nathasha ordered. Her back was twisted to support her her arms, which were facing her toes.

Clint pressed a hand against what felt like bruised ribs. "Good God. Is this what it feels like when a building collapses on you?"

"If you don't get off the mat right now you'll find out," Natasha growled, twisting even further.

Clint quickly forgot about his injuries and scrambled off the mat.

"Steve – Right hand, green."

Steve reached over Natasha's left arm and set his hand down.

"Natasha – Left foot, red."

Natasha somehow extended her leg and grinned triumphantly.

"Steve – Left foot, red."

Steve placed his left foot on the spot below Natasha's foot.

"Okay, now – hey stop it," Bruce snapped.

Steve's head popped up. Tony was pointing at the mat, giggling and making hand gestures that Steve didn't understand. Clint looked murderous.

Steve shifted his gaze back to the game and realized what they were laughing at. His pelvis was positioned above Natasha's bottom, and his arm was grazing her breast. It must look like-

"Hey, big boy," Natasha whispered in his ear, twisting her body even further so they were flush against each other.

"Okay, I'm done. She wins," Steve exclaimed quickly, scrambling away from the game and the contorted assassin.

"Good for you," Clint growled, his fingers twitching dangerously close to his hidden knife.

Natasha untwisted her body and flipped her hair. "Tony, stop staring at my ass."

"In all honesty, I don't think that I can," Tony murmured, unable to take his eyes off her.

"I think Clint might help you with that," Bruce said, nodding in the male assassin's direction. "Well, I'm going to go to bed. You know, plausible deniability and all that jazz. See you all – or whoever makes it out alive - tomorrow."

"I had a most splendid time," Thor said happily. "When do we play again?"

"Never," Steve and Clint replied in unison.

Clint pulled out his knife and motioned to Tony and Steve. "Come with me. We need to have a little talk…"