Author's Note:

So here it finally is! As always, let me know any opinions! Constructive criticism, please. (: Also, is this becoming too much of a Clintasha fic? Truthfully. I'm sorry if it is, I just really like writing about them and it just flows easily, haha! Let me know though! If it is, I'll work on that. Review and let me know how I'm doing, or any ideas you have for me to write about (pretty please. I'm starting to run out.) as I always want to please my readers! :D

P.S. Thank you to discordchick for giving me the idea for the trivia night!

In a large living room in Stark Tower a group of extremely skilled superheroes sat together. Thor and Bruce had plopped down on a large, leather couch together, Clint and Natasha were sitting rather close on a love seat adjacent to the couch, Tony was situated in the big La-Z-boy recliner, and Steve sat on the mod, black ledge in front of the fireplace.

"Alright, Steve. You never understand what we're talking about, so we're going to have a trivia night for you."

"I really don't think that's necessary, ma'am. I'm getting the hang of things. It's just taking time."

"No. Steve. This will just help you understand everything quicker! And this will help out Thor too." Natasha leaned forward and grabbed all of the trivia questions without waiting for a response from the Captain. "Alright, guys. So this isn't just Steve talking the whole time, we're all gonna play! So practically, we have this stack of cards with questions about tons of stuff on them and we'll just take turns asking them. I'll go first." She picked the first card off of the stack. "Ok. So, Clint, you answer first. Your question is, 'Who is JLo?' Oh, come on. That's so simple." She rolled her eyes and looked to Clint for his answer.

"Uhhhh. I know this. Umm. J-J... Jeeeeennifer? Jennifer something, right?"

Natasha gave Clint a look that easily showed her thought of "how on earth could you be so stupid".

"Really? Oh, come on. You're a guy. You have to know what a JLo booty is."

"Oh! Jennifer Lopez!" Clint quickly answered. Natasha raised her eyebrow.

"Really? You- oh, never mind. Yes. Ok, now you ask Steve." She handed him the stack of cards.

"Oh, alright. Uh." He picked up the first card. "'What is a credit card?'" He looked to Steve for his answer.

Steve looked at Clint and proudly answered, "It's a card that has money on it! You use it to pay for things nowadays."

"Yep. Alright, Rogers. Here ya go." He passed him the stack.

"Ok, um. Alright, Thor. 'How do you copy and paste and on what devices do you use the copy and paste tools?'"

Thor looked to Steve with a proud, all-knowing face. "You use that with paper! You copy what someone else already has made and then paste is used when you glue something!" He smiled cockily.

Natasha, Clint, Tony, and Bruce busted out in laughter. Thor looked confused. Steve looked to the card for the answer.

"Um, not quite Thor. It says here 'You use the copy and paste tools on a computer and most electronic devices. You copy by highlighting the text that you want to copy and right clicking in the highlighted area. Then you left click 'Copy'. You then paste it to the place where you want to copy it to by left clicking in the area you want it and right clicking on 'Paste'."

"Oh. Well I have just expanded my knowledge!" Thor exclaimed happily. "Now it's my turn to ask!" He grabbed the stack from Steve and said, "My friend, Bruce, your question is, 'If you buy an 'Apple Product' what are you purchasing?'"

Bruce sighed and easily answered, "Any electronic device really. Computer, iPod, iPad... et cetera. Alright. Hand me the cards."

"WAIT. I MUST CHECK YOUR ANSWER." Thor exclaimed as Bruce reached for the stack of cards. "YES. You are correct!"

Bruce didn't look surprised. He took the cards out of Thor's hand and pulled out the top one. "Tony, 'Who is Justin Bieber?'"

Tony answered, "A little twat that makes music and sounds like a 12 year old girl."

"Good enough." Bruce handed the stack to Tony.

"Alllllrighty, woman." He looked to Natasha with a smug look. Natasha sighed and rolled her eyes. "'What is acetylcholinesterase?'"

"That is not the question, you asshole. What's the real question?" Natasha answered.

"Oh, fine. Just be no fun. I was just trying to make it so this game wasn't so boring anymore. I'm falling asleep over here... It's actually, 'Who is the current President of the US?'"

"Barack Obama. Hand me the cards."

Natasha grabbed the cards from Tony and said, "Ummm, so let's change this up a bit. Clint, Bruce, Tony, and I will ask the questions and just Thor and Steve will answer, okay?"

The team agreed. Natasha asked, "'Who is Lady Gaga?'"

Thor and Steve looked at each other to see if the other had any idea.

"Is she a royal? If she goes by "Lady" then..." Thor wondered aloud.

The team bust out in laughter, thinking of a Lady Gaga as a noblewoman.

"No, no, no, no, noooooo." Natasha replied in between hysterical laughter.

The night continued like this. Natasha, Clint, Tony, or Bruce asking a question followed by a hilarious answer by Steve or Thor. The time passed quickly until Bruce looked down at his watch.

"Oh, damn, guys. It's midnight."

"How'd that happen? I have an early meeting with Fury tomorrow. I gotta hit the hay."

"You mean the hay in your nest, Birdie?" Tony mocked Clint.

Clint just gave Tony a death glare (that he was so incredibly good at) and stood up.

"Night, guys." He started to walk off when Tony spoke again.

"Oh, no goodnights kiss for your girlfriend over here?" He joked, jabbing a thumb over towards Natasha.

Clint just rolled his eyes and started to walk away, winking at Tasha when everyone else turned around.

"Gosh, we must all be getting old. It's only midnight and we're all tired." Bruce commented, seeing the yawning faces around him. "'Night, guys. I'm gonna head off to bed too."

"Night." The team replied.

"Well, you guys ready for bed too?" Natasha asked.

"Yeah, I guess." Steve replied, not really tired at all. He rarely slept anymore. Too many nightmares.

Thor mumbled something inaudible and stalked off.

"You all are party poopers. I'm not tired at all, but I'll just head to the shop. I've got some adjustments to the suit I've been wanting to try out. See ya." Tony stated and tottered off, slightly buzzed from the amount of alcohol he had consumed throughout the evening.

"Well, goodnight, ma'am. Sleep tight." Steve said, giving a nod towards Natasha.

"'Night." Natasha replied giving a small, warm smile back to Steve. She rarely showed that side of her (she wasn't just a cold-hearted bitch like some people seemed to think), but she liked Steve. He was so...pure. So innocent. And so very kind. Genuinely.

After Steve walked off headed towards the gym, Natasha cleaned up the cards the rest of the team had left out. Tony had left a few beers and a bottle of rum out on the side table, so she cleared those up too. Once everything was tidy once more, she didn't feel tired anymore. She meandered around the large area, taking in the sheer extravagance of everything in Tony's place. She walked to the large windows in the back of the living room and saw the handle to the balcony. Turning the handle and stepping outside, the cool rush of breeze gave her goosebumps. She pulled her sweater cardigan a bit tighter around her torso. Immediately the air was filled with sounds of cars driving and people talking on the streets below. Leaning on the rail, she closed her eyes and took in the breeze brushing past her body and through her hair, the sounds filling the air, and the smell of fresh air you could only find this high up on Stark Tower. Thoughts filled her head, swishing through rapidly. Memories. She snapped her eyes back open, bringing her back to reality. Hearing footsteps behind her, she whipped around.

"Oh, Clint. It's just you." He must not have been able to fall asleep. He had insomnia a lot. They all did. Nightmares and flashbacks keep a mind busy at night.

"I never can sneak up on you... Did you really think anyone would be out to get you all the way up here, at this time of night?"

"No, it's nothing." Natasha answered, turning around and leaning back on the rail. "I was just... having some bad flashbacks again and it, well, it unnerved me a bit."

"You're the toughest person I've ever met. You? Unnerved? Never." He spoke with slight sarcasm to his voice, but also a hidden understanding. He knew just as well as her that everyone is human- even if you're trained to hide it well. He had this urge to comfort her, to protect her. He overcame the bit of worry that she would turn down his try to comfort her- that she would shut him off- and he walked over. He wrapped his arms around her torso and leaned into her back, bringing his head forward to rest beside hers on her shoulder. She was trembling.

Natasha was startled by his comforting embrace- they were kind of "a thing," but there was nothing ever like... this. They were master assassins. They didn't have time to, oh, "cuddle". She shut off the nagging voices in her head.

"You're strong. You don't need to be comforted. Don't let him see your weakness. Don't let a man do this to you. It only makes you weaker."

Letting herself become vulnerable, she leaned back into him, nestling her head into his neck and wrapping her arms on top of his.

They stood there like that for awhile. Just shutting off the world. Not thinking about what anyone would think of them, the mass of murders they had committed, the terrible memories floating inside their minds, nothing. Just taking in...them.

Finally, when they both started nodding off from pure exhaustion (just because they weren't doing anything with the Avengers at the moment didn't mean they weren't still being sent on missions constantly. They were two of the finest, you know.), they broke apart and headed back to their bedrooms hand-in-hand.

"Goodnight, Tasha." Clint said, giving Natasha a small kiss on the forehead. It gave her butterflies.

"'Night, Clint." She said starting to turn away. "Oh," she quickly said, turning back around.

Clint turned back, giving her a questioning look.

"Um, thanks." She was having problems forming full sentences. "For...that." She didn't know how to do these things, it just felt like she should thank him in some way.

"'Course, Tash. Always." He answered, giving a small, happy smile (the one you only saw when he was with Natasha). He turned around and disappeared into the darkness of the hallway.

Natasha walked into her room only partly conscious, and flopped onto the bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

She didn't have any nightmares that night.