"HEY GUYS!" You yelled excitedly, sliding into the compound. All eyes turned to you as you slid over to the table.
"Guess what I got!" Wanda walked over, smiling,
"What'd you get?"
"LEGOS!" You exclaimed excitedly, bouncing on your heels. You plopped down on your knees next to the table and Wanda joined you. Clint walked out of the kitchen and sat next to her,
"What set did you get?"
"The Avengers Tower." Peter raced in from the other room,
"YOU GOT THE AVENGERS TOWER LEGO SET! THAT'S SO COOL!"
"I KNOW RIGHT!" Peter sat down across from you. You looked over at Nat, who was the last person in the room, not at the table.
"Tasha, do you want to help?" She glanced up from her book,
"I'm good." Your face fell ever so slightly, Natasha noticed. Now Natasha Romanoff, trained assasin, best spy on this continent, possibly in the world, wasn't exactly one for Legos. Lucky for you though, she hated when you were sad. She rolled her eyes and set down her book, strolling over and sitting on your other side.
"Fine, let's do this." Your face light up and Nat had to look away to contain her pleasure. You opened the build and the box and the five of you started the build.
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An hour later you were nearly a quarter of the way done. You would have been faster, but someone, Peter couch cough, had accidently tipped the table over and everyone had to spend the next thirty minutes picking up the pieces and re-arranging them on the counter.
When Steve and Bucky came back from their mission and had finished showering and changing, they came down to help with the build.
"Hey," Steve greeted as he walked in, "What are you guys doing?"
"Legos," you answered curtly, too focused to look up at him.
"Can I help?"
"Depends," you shrugged, "how old are you?" Steve raised an eyebrow,
"One hundred and seventeen." You looked at Nat. She handed you the box, smirking. You gave it to Steve and pointed to the age thing.
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"Sorry Steve. You're too old to play Legos." Steve scoffed,
"That's just a suggestion." He said, bewildered. You smirked up at him,
"That's what I said the rules at a museum. Apparently we have to have a 'healthy respect for authority', Mr. Rogers." Steve raised an eyebrow at you,
"That was because you tried to ride a dinosaur skeleton, Y/n!" You looked at him smugly,
"Oh so the rules only apply when it's convenient for you?"
"That's not what I-"
"You hear that, guys? Steve says rules are optional." Nat laughed,
"I'm so getting a dog."
"What?" Steve looked at her, then me, then the rest of the group,
"No, you can't get a dog. No pets in the tower."
"But Mr. Captain Sir," Peter cut in, "You said the rules are optional."
"NO I DID NOT!" Steve raised his voice, which finally broke the team. All you fell into a fit of laughter. Steve stepped up on the small pedistool.
"You know, I expected more out of you. All of you, but you especially Y/n. Honor, respect..." The speech lasted almost long enough to rival the time Sam convinced him he didn't pay taxes. The avengers tower Legos were cool, but messing with Steve was the best part of any day.
A/N No one is gonna read this, but on the of change you are, Im sorry, I suck at endings, but this was fun to write.
