Domestic Avengers - One Shot

What does the mighty avengers do when they have no mission and nothing on hand? Well, this was one of those days. The avengers tower felt abnormally quiet this afternoon. Everyone were laying on the couches in the living room, but no one was making any sound.

Clint delved himself into a true crime novel that was delivered to him this morning. Beside him, Natasha was surfing her phone, stalking her sister's instagram account, while her legs layed peacefully over Clint's lap. On the kitchen counter, Rodey and Steve concentrated on making their mission report on their macbook while Tony read the latest edition of the Wall Street Journal beside them. Even though Tony's eyes were supposed to be on his magazine, it found it's way to the soft part of Stephen's neck, where a hickey from last night was still faintly vissible, only to him. Stephen was clearly aware of the glances he was getting, so he sat straight, coughed and tried to concentrate more on his book of mystic arts he snatched from Wong last friday. He still remembers the look of shock in Wong's face when he suddenly appeared from his back and took the book from Wong's hands. It could have been a different afternoon, only if Peter wasn't at school. Soon he will come back, Tony thought, and they will play Karaoke after dinner to kill the boredom.

Just at that moment, Bucky enters the room, along with Sam. Everyone looks at them (except Clint) as they were the ones who broke the silence with their arguing.

"Steve! Steve. You tell me. How these glasses look on me!" Bucky said. To Steve's surprise, Bucky was wearing a very attractive, black framed glasses that perfectly fitted on his face.

"Steve! Please tell Bucky that he looks like a chimpanzee wearing all black." Sam said.

"No! Steve. Tell me I look good!"

"A chimpanzee!!"

"Shut up you two! Shut up! SHUT UP!!!" a hugeee roar and a few shattering of glass. The hulk has come out of Bruce.

"There goes my thirty million dollars glass table. Everyone, I need funding to buy a new one." Tony said.

Bruce has been so quiet in all the silence that everyone forgot he was in the room. He sat on the huge "thirty million dollars dinning table" and was working on a new formula on his books and papers (idk, maybe trying for his eighth phd). All his nine hour work got into vain as his sum gave wrong results due to Bucky and Sam's quarrell. Someone needs to quiet down the Hulk now, but Natasha seemed to enjoy the little senerio. A break from all the silence.

"BRUCE TRYING TO WORK. SAM BUCKY DISTURBING. SAM BUCKY RUINING BRUCE WORK. BAD SAM. BAD BUCKY!!!"

"Okay big guy, enough. Let's just end this here" Tony stood up, "Barnes, I think you look good in those glasses."

"Yeah, I think too. I.. Umm.... I mean.... Buck, you look, you look beautiful." Steve said. His heart was already beating faster when he saw his childhood best friend-come-crush in those glasses. Who can ever, compare to his beauty? Bucky. Bucky. Bucky. All day, he can think of only one person. He is in love with Bucky. But poor Steve, Bucky was in love with someone else. Tragic lovestory.

"Sam, stop jocking, we know that you think James looks hot in those glasses. We can all agree to that. Won't we Clint?" Natasha said and kicked Clint with her left leg.

Clint, still not looking up, unbothered by the kick, said "Don't ask me. I'm not interested."

"See! Clint knows that he looks bad. That's why Clint don't wanna ruin our old man's heart." Sam said.

"You're tasteless Legolas. And Sam, don't argue. Barnes looks hot in those glasses." said Tony.

"Thanks Tony." Bucky said.