A/n: I know, it's been a while again. I'll try to get back into a rhythm, I promise.
Let's just start this chapter in the group chat :)
Kartoffelsalat🥔:
Birdbrain🦅:
Club officially in session. First meeting at 5. Motto: “Winging it, always.”
GeNiUS💡:
Rhodey added. No refunds. Also, I demand a public ranking of who the “favs” are. Transparency, people.
Pete🕷:
WAIT. That meme?? I’m cry-laughing. I just spat cereal on my laptop. Totally worth it. Thor looks majestic.
Thunder⚡:
I am majestic. I’ve never looked better.
Also, I shall dub you “Little Lightning.” It is decided.
Violet💅:
I second the “Little Lightning.” But seriously, it’s good to have you back. Also, please teach someone—anyone—how to use a stove.
Lenaaa❤️🔥:
I am one of the favs. Obviously.
Also: leave again and I’ll duct tape you to the couch. You think I’m joking.
Winter❄:
Took you long enough, @Faith🌻.
P.S. I can cook. You just don’t want me to.
Birdbrain🦅:
You once burned water. Water.
Capsicle👴:
Let’s not forget who set off the fire alarm with microwave popcorn. Tony.
GeNiUS💡:
Wow okay. Betrayal by the senior citizens. Noted.
Dr Green🧪:
Glad you’re here, Faith. And I mean that.
Also, I nominate myself for “Most Likely to Avoid Group Chats But Secretly Reads Everything.”
Speedy🌪:
Y/n, I missed you so much I almost hugged Sam. Almost.
And I definitely deserve fav status. Just saying.
Red🔪:
She’s sitting next to me right now and smirking at all of you. Proceed with caution.
Legolas🐦:
Just logged in. What the heck did I miss.
Also: who made the eggs this morning? I’m suing.
Thunder⚡:
Those were scrambled with valor, archer. You lack palate.
Pete🕷:
I liked them… but I also ate a gummy worm I found in my backpack yesterday so maybe don’t trust me.
Faith🌻:
Please don’t eat backpack worms, Pete. I just got back. Don’t make me leave again.
Capsicle👴:
She’s threatening us already. She is one of us.
Lenaaa❤️🔥:
Group poll: Should we give Faith the “Most Unhinged Comeback” award or the “Chaos Reinstated” medal?
GeNiUS💡:
Both. Etched in vibranium. Ceremony at 8. Cap’s making punch.
Red🔪:
Correction: I’m making punch. Cap is just going to stare at the bowl like it’s a moral dilemma.
Winter❄:
Punch is a moral dilemma.
Birdbrain🦅:
This is getting out of hand. I love it.
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The soft glow of the morning filtered through the curtains, casting streaks of gold across Natasha’s bed. Y/n sat with her knees pulled up, phone in hand, grinning silently as she read the avalanche of replies to her message.
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