Natasha and Clint were eating pasta and gossiping, when they heard a hissed curse come from the kitchen.
Sighing, Clint threw a straw at the source of the voice and yelled,
"Stark, get the hell away from us." Then he resumed his meal.
…
Danny had gone back into the tower to pick up some of Stark's tools to help create mischief with the god of fire.
He was passing by the kitchen when his ghost sense kicked in.
It was instinct, he swore. In response a straw flew towards him. Catching it he began wondering where it came from, when suddenly the voice of Agent Clint Barton said the answer.
"Stark, get the hell away from us." Well he was not Stark, so the assassin could not take Danny away from him, but judging from a female's sigh, he guessed that birdy was not alone. Plus a ghost was around here somewhere and thus had to be getting rid of.
Fazing through the floor and flying towards the ghost, he arrived at Steve's personal quarters. A messy place with clothes plopped down everywhere; sketches of random things littered the room. Some coloured and some half way. At the center was the bed, with an unconscious Steve lying among the remains of several drawings and doodles.
Above Steve hovered a woman with wavy brown hair in a 1940s getup. She was gently running her fingers through the captain's hair. She looked up and frowned.
"You need to go back to the Collective, Ma'am." Danny said to the lady. He now saw the bullet hole to the right of her forehead, near her temple. That must be way she died. She glumly nodded and disappeared.
The Captain moved in his sleep, a hand feeling the area where the woman was grooming him, and he frowned. He turned to his left, squishing a sketch of a duck, and moaned.
"Peggggyyyy." Then he returned to the soft embrace of unconsciousness.
Danny shook his head and floated off. Off once again to find Stark's tools.
…
Tony stood outside Thor's room and raised his hand in a position to knock, but did not knock.
Should he be asking Thor questions about Reindeer Games when he seemed pretty pissed/distressed about what happened to him? He should trust Thor's judgment to keep silent about him, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he NEEDS to do this.
Going over the pros and cons in his mind once again, he ran his hand through his hair, making it stick up in different directions.
Taking a deep breath he knocked.
(Brought in Peggy to at least put a teeny bit of romance. In case you were wondering, she will appear more in the fic.)