Day 3 Watching a movie/playing games
"I can't get this fucking thing to work right," Bruce said. The Wii remote went flying across the room.
"Whoa, what the hell Bruce!" Tony yelled as the remote narrowly missed him. Instead, it hit a picture, sending broken glass to the floor.
Steve stood in shock holding the second player controller. Clint had decided that as a celebration for being safe and sound, they needed a team bonding night. It hadn't gone as well as planned. The Wii had proved to be baffling to Bruce, something about gamma waves and motion sensors. Steve didn't bother to pretend to understand it. The remote had already broken a glass coffee table and now the glass picture frame.
Steve wasn't sure he would like the game, Mario Party, he was pretty sure Clint had called it. Little characters ran around boards hitting blocks with their heads trying to buy the most stars before the amount of rounds ended. It was strange but fun to watch the characters fight with each other. Steve was Princess Peach, he hadn't had a say in the matter. Clint had picked. Bruce was Toad, Clint was a fat angry looking guy and Natasha was the tall angry guy. Steve didn't know their names.
The game could only play four people so Tony and Thor had sat it had already played one full game. Steve had agreed that Thor should sit the second game out. It had been his wild throw that had broken the table. Tony hadn't played a single game. He instead sat on the couch, giving Steve pointers that more hindered him than anything. Steve was a good sport, he didn't care that he was losing. Tony laughing at him made it worth it. Clint and Natasha on the other hand, those two were competitive.
"Thor, get him out of here." Steve said watching Bruce huff angrily. Thor was up and leading Bruce out of the room before anything bad could happen. Thor and Bruce had found an odd friendship in Jane's death. Steve thought it was the best thing to happen to either of them.
"Are we going to keep playing or has enough of my stuff gotten broken?" Tony asked, surveying the damage to the room.
"Grab the controller, lets finish this game and then we can call it quits." Clint motioned with his controller to the Tony. Natasha had the fourth controller.
Tony grabbed the controller and stood next to Steve, "loser buys dinner." He whispered in Steve's ear as the lava started to flow in the game.
The lava got Steve before he had a chance to even move, the feel of Tony's lips on his ear had distracted him. Tony smiled, waving his controller around, while the tiny mushroom headed character on the screen sprinted over Natasha and Clint's characters to the finish line.
"Thats not fair!" Clint whined as Tony used his character as a life raft across the lava.
Steve sat down on the couch and watched as Natasha came close to overtaking Tony, but a quick move of Tony's arm had Toad leaping away from the angry character. Steve laughed as Natasha's character fell into the lava.
Tony raised his arms in triumph. "I'm the king." He said looking at Clint.
Clint glowered, "Best two out of three?" He said.
Tony put the controller down and shook his head. "Nope, I got better things to do." Tony turned to Steve and smiled. "Come on Spangles, you owe me dinner." Tony pulled Steve to a stand and dragged him out of the room.
"So, where are we going?" Tony asked pressing the button for the elevator. An alarm sounded throughout the tower and Tony sighed.
"To work," Steve said getting in and holding the elevator door for not only Tony but Clint and Natasha as well.
They each departed on their respective floors to suit up and meet on the top of the tower where the quinjet was parked. It never took Steve very long to get dressed but he was always shocked when he was the last one to arrive.
"What took you so long Cupcake?" Clint asked closing the hanger door behind him.
Bruce and Natasha were already in their seats. Steve didn't bother answering. He was busying himself with reading the report from Coulson. Some purple slime thing was making its way through the streets of upstate New York.
When they arrived, Thor and Iron Man were already there, blasting holes in the goop. It really was a purple blob. It looked like someone had brought their jell-o to life. Cars and trees and other bits of trash were sticking out of the glob of goo. Steve pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn't even sure what he, Widow, Hawkeye and The Hulk could do with glob.
Thor sent a bolt of lighting at the purple beast and the spot it hit cracked and burned. The smell of rotten fruit hung in the air. The lightning had stopped the thing in its tracks and Steve had an idea.
"Iron Man, I need you on the ground. Thor hit it with as much lightning as you've got. Hawkeye, Widow, clear the area. Bruce, I think The Hulk can sit this one out."
Tony landed beside Steve as Thor soared higher in the air, lightning cracking down on the purple thing. Bruce gave a thumbs up and moved back in the jet and got it in the air. Hawkeye and Widow moved off to the sides, pushing the innocent bystanders back so they didn't get hurt.
"Whatcha thinking Cap?" Iron Man said through the com in his ear.
Steve turned to look at Tony, he was confident that Hawkeye and Widow could handle the civilians. "Remember the fight with the Chitauri?" Steve asked, glancing at the blob.
"I wish I could forget it."
Steve silently agree with him. "Your blasters should create enough heat to help Thor melt to thing down."
"I could have done that in the air Cap."
"If we run the beam along the base of the blob, it won't be able to go anywhere."
"Raise that Shield Cap, lets take this thing's legs away."
The rest of the fight, if Steve could call it that, was spent melting goo down. He was sticky ang covered in purple goo. Thor had blasted the monster with a particularly forceful bolt of lightning, sending goo flying in all directions. Steve had gotten of face full, unable to shield himself. Tony's blaster had been aimed at it at the time. A face full of goo was a better option than a gut hit with the repulsor blast.
"I smell," Steve said walking into S.H.I.E.L.D. "I need a shower. Tell Fury, I'll be there in a few."
"Hurry back, you still owe me a date." Tony called after him.
Steve's movements slowed for a second but Tony was in the debriefing room before Steve could ask him anything. Date?