"Can you hear that?"

"What?" my dad looks up from his tablet. "I don't hear anything."

"Exactly." I grin and look around at the assembled superheroes. Steve and Bruce were in the kitchen and quietly cooking a pie of some sort, Clint was curled in the chair across from me, cleaning his bow, Thor and Jane currently had possession of the TV remote and were watching some sort of soap opera, Natasha and Darcy were at my feet painting their nails, Betty was sprawled on the recliner with a book, and I was reading an business article while my dad worked on some new schematics for the latest Starkphone.

And all was quiet.

"It's too quiet." my dad whines from his chair next to me.

I sigh and look up from my tablet. "Dad, don't do-"

"Who wants to play a game?" my dad breaks that peaceful quiet I was talking about earlier.

"-anything stupid." I sigh regretfully.

"Too late." Clint smirks.

I huff and watch as everyone in the room looks up at my dad, who is now standing in the center of the room with the face he has when he gets a really bad idea that he thinks is a really good idea.

"What is it, Tony." Steve sighs as he sets down his bowl and mixing spoon.

"It got too quiet in here." my dad explains. "So who wants to play a game?"

"What kind of game?" Natasha questions skeptically. "Because the last time you suggested this-"

"I know, I know." my dad huffs. "But I promise, nobody's getting arrested this time."

Natasha just gives him a look and settles back tensely.

"Come on, please? Brucey?" my dad pleads.

Bruce just sighs heavily. "Does it involve the Other Guy?"

My dad shrugs. "Depends on how things go."

Bruce just gives him a long look, opting to stay silent.

Finally, I decide to have a little pity. "What kind of game?"

"Truth or Dare!" my dad claps, his eyes lighting up. Everyone groans, but personally, I don't mind. There isn't a lot these nine people don't know about me, and if they don't know….I will find a way to deflect that question when I get there.

"Seriously, Tony?" Natasha speaks up indecorously. "That game is pretty much the bane of a spy's existence. You either tell a secret or are forced to do something stupid."

"Exactly."

"You know you can refuse a question, right Tasha?" I question her.

She shrugs, but I can tell she's swaying in opinion.

"I'll play." I eventually decide, giving my dad a high five as he cheers.

"Taylor-" Clint starts, but I give him the big blue puppy eyes nobody in this group can resist. Especially Clint and my dad.

"Clint."

"No-"

"Cliiint."

"Nooo."

"Come on."

"Ugh, fine, you manipulator." Clint huffs but sets his bow aside anyways.

"Yay! Clint and Taylor are in." my dad cheers. "Who else?"

"I'm going to regret this later," Natasha sighs, "but count me in."

"Jarvis, when was truth or dare invented?" I call, looking at the ceiling.

"The game has existed for centuries, with at least one variant, Questions and Commands, being attested as early as 1712; wherein the commander bids his subjects to answer a question which is asked. If the subject refuses, or fails to satisfy the commander, he must pay a forfeit [follow a command] or have his face smutted, or dirtied."

"Right, thanks J. So even Steve should know how to play. Cap?"

"I do know how to play." Steve admits. "There was just nobody to play with and no time to play."

"Okay, so that's why you had no life." Clint concludes. "Come on, dude, live a little."

"Alright." he concedes. "I'm in."

"Five!" my dad shouts. "Five left."

I look at Betty, Jane, and Darcy. "What have you three got to lose?"

They just roll their eyes back at me, but agree anyways.

"Eight. Thor?" I peer at the blonde god.

"I do not know how to play this game of honesty and commands." Thor booms.

"Thor, buddy, all you have to do is pick truth or dare when someone asks you. If you pick truth, you answer the question honestly. If you pick dare, you do whatever you're told."

"Ah, thank you Lady Stark. I shall play your game, comrades!"

"Bruce?"

All eyes are suddenly on the scientist.

He just nods silently.

"Okay, everyone find a seat!" my dad orders.

"We're all sitting already." I remind him.

He looks sheepish as he sits back down next to me. "Oh right. Who wants to go first?"

Everyone just shifts and nobody wants to go first.

"Fine." Dad sighs. "Bruce, truth or dare?"

Bruce scrunches his eyebrows before carefully replying. "Truth, for the safety of everyone involved."

"When and where did you first kiss Betty?"

He tilts his head. "Isn't that two questions?"

My dad waves a hand dismissively. "Technicalities, technicalities."

"Fine." Bruce sighs. "Okay, um…I think it was 1980, Christmas…in, um….Betty?"

"Maine." Betty offers with a small, dreamy smile.

"Right, Maine. We were reading, and it was late, and the lighting was…just…" he trails off with a slight blush and a shrug.

"Oh my god." Jane, Darcy, Natasha and I mutter.

"That sounds adorable!" Darcy squeals. "Almost as cute as these two." she gestures towards Clint and me.

Bruce's cheeks turn rosy as he clears his throat. "Steve, truth or dare?"

"Um…truth?"

Bruce looks thoughtful for a moment. "What was the most embarrassing situation you've been in with a girl?"

Steve tilts his head a little. "Uh…I think it was…okay, there was this one time on a blind Date Darcy sent me on-"

"Oh crap, this will be bad." Jane muses quietly, ducking the pillow spiraling towards her head.

"Anyways, so this blind date turns up. And you will never believe what she's wearing."

"Oh, do I want to know?" I groan rhetorically.

"What, Steve?" Natasha humors him, placing a hand on my leg.

"Body paint. Only body paint." Steve shudders, nodding at our horror-ridden, shocked expressions. "Is that normal?"

"No." my dad quickly recovers. "No, it's not. Not, at least, in mainstream culture. Select crowds, you know. Most people still have a drop of dignity. Darcy, FYI that is the last time you set anyone up on a blind date."

Darcy just nods sheepishly.

"Not your fault, Darcy." Steve assures her. "So, yeah, that was really bad. Now…Thor, truth or dare?"

"I will take your challenge, Captain of America!"

"So, dare." I quietly clarify for a confused Steve.

"Right." Steve nods. "…Tony, do you still have that outfit?"

My dad quirks an eyebrow. "The one with…"

"Yeah, that one." Steve agrees vaguely.

My dad nods, and Steve turns back to Thor. "Thor, I dare you to go with Tony and put on the clothes he shows you."

My dad leads Thor out of the room, and the rest of us are left to wait and wonder.

"What outfit?" I narrow my eyes at Steve.

He waves me off. "You'll see."

I share a puzzled glance with the rest of the room, but shrug at sit back to wait for them to return.

"Ta-DA!"

I look up at my dad, who has reentered the room and is now holding his hands out as if to present Thor.

Thor…Thor is stripped of his usual red and silver armor, dressed in an outfit like it, but this one's pink. And sparkly. And bedazzled.

And hey, look, there's a Hello Kitty style bow in his hair!

I send an incredulous look towards my dad and Steve, who just shrug. The rest of the room is either falling over laughing or snapping numerous pictures with their phones, if not both.

"Okay, two questions." I announce once I compose myself. "One: where did you get the outfit?" I look at my dad again, then turn to Steve. "And two: where did you get the idea?"

My dad just casually shrugs. "I had time, money, and a Thor costume at my disposal."

Steve scratches the back of his neck. "I saw something online, something your dad showed me."

I don't have anything to say to that, so I just snap a few more photos before Thor goes back to change again. "Jarvis, remind me to save these onto multiple servers, just in case."

Thor reenters the room, loud as ever. "Widow of Black, will you be honest or take my command?"

"Don't dare me if you want to live." Natasha deadpans. "Fine…truth."

Thor doesn't have to think long about it. "Tell us what happened in the land call Budapest."

Natasha shrugs. "A mission."

Seven annoyed stares and one grateful look – Clint – turn on her. I'm not worried; she's already assured me nothing happen between her and Clint, it was just a mission gone south.

Like, really south. It ended up somewhere near the South Pole.

"What?" Natasha defends herself indignantly. "It was a mission. You asked what went down, and it was a mission."

"She has a point." Bruce points out. Everyone grumbles but eventually concedes.

"Taylor." Natasha calls over. "Truth or dare?"

I tilt my head slightly. "I'll do…truth."

"Okay. What is your favorite thing about your boyfriend?"

I wrinkle my nose and blush slightly. "I'd like to change to dare. Please tell me I can do that."

Natasha glances at my dad, who shrugs with a nod. "Okay then. I dare you to tell me what you like most about your boyfriend."

"Tasha!" I groan. She just quirks an eyebrow and smirks.

"Fine." I grumble. "Okay, let's see…"

"Is this that hard?" Clint whines.

I just send him a look. "Alright. I like his eyes, his hair, his bow, and just his nature in general. He's…he's really sweet."

My dad makes a vague sound of disgust while Natasha smirks smugly and the rest of the girls fall over squealing.

Clint beams at me, which I mirror before settling everyone else down. "Okay, okay. Dad, truth or dare?"

"Starks do dares." my dad crows proudly.

"Maybe you do, but me?" I shrug. "Okay. I dare you to…steal Fury's eye patch!"

Everyone stares at me incredulously. "He's not stealthy." Natasha and Clint remind me at the same time.

I just shrug.

My dad just shrugs and stands, warning us "If I'm not back in at least half an hour, come get me." before standing and walking out of the room.

Nine pairs of eyes watch him go, then turn towards each other.

"Okay, who's next?" Natasha pipes up, possibly too cheerfully. "Clint, truth or dare?"

"Truth." Clint announces resolutely. "I will go nowhere near Fury."

"Okay…when did you first fall for Taylor?"

"What is it with the romantic questions, all of you?" Clint runs a hand through his hair before hopping out of his chair and taking my dad's vacant seat next to me. "Well…I'd have to say if was after Paris, with the archery lessons I gave her. I mean, it was illegal then, but ya know…"

The girls fall over cooing again.

"Betty." Clint cuts them off. "Truth or dare?"

She sighs. "I might regret this, but dare."

Clint's eyes light up. "Tell us an embarrassing high school or college Bruce story!"

Bruce groans and rubs a hand over his face as Betty's face splits into a maniac grin. "Okay, okay, there's this one time when he was cramming for this one test, senior year, and he was mixing these two chemicals I won't bother to name-"

"Thank you." Steve buts in.

"Welcome. Anyways, so it was midnight, and he was half asleep, so instead of pouring in a milligram, he drops the entire beaker in. There was a huge explosion of pink smoke, a-and h-he.." She pauses to collapse into laughter. "And when it dissipated, he was stuck to the desk! His hands were literally glued to the desktop!"

"What did you do?" I gasp in the midst of a snorting episode.

"I told his teacher he was out sick with the chicken pox and swine flu." she giggles. "He was rewarded with the honored title of Bruce 'Chicken Swine' Banner." she smirks as Bruce buries his head in his arms.

The rest of us collapse into breathless laughter.

"Hey." I suddenly sober. "How long has it been since my dad left?"

Natasha scrambles up. "Half an hour."

"Um. Should we-"

A bang cuts Steve off and we all whirl towards the door, hands on our various weapons.

"I'm here!" my dad yelps. "Here."

"Did you get the eye patch?" I ask, moving my hand from my knife and relaxing my body.

"Does a picture count?" he pants. "It had better. I had to, like, Mission Impossible for this."

I raise an eyebrow. "Well, I don't know…"

"C'mon, glowstick…"

I roll my eyes. "Fine, yes, sure. Now, go shower, you smell." I wave him towards the elevator. "Jarvis?"

"I will see to it, ma'am."

"So, who next?" Steve pipes up.

"I think we've all had enough excitement for a while." Natasha pants. "At least until the next apocalypse."

"Yeah." I concede, "So, class, what have we learned today?"

"Your dad is actually afraid of Fury." Steve offers.

"Clint and Taylor are like Romeo and Juliet, except alive." Darcy pipes in.

"Tony should not be trusted with a bedazzler and Thor's costume." Clint suggests.

"Bruce 'Chicken Swine' Banner." Jane says simply.

"And we still do not have a clue about Budapest." I huff.

"And you never will." Natasha ruffles my hair.

A content silence falls between the nine of us.

"JARVIS, I SAID HOT WATER, DO YOU WANT ME TO FREEZE?!"