Just a Wrong Number Story(,right?)

Chapter Thirty-two

A/n: I'm getting into a rhythm, I feel it. Do y'all even want this story to get longer? I'm just gonna write some more heartfelt scenes with maybe a few pranks.

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a few hours post-dinner

Kartoffelsalat🥔:

Faith🌻:
I survived.
The chair was surprisingly comfortable.
Also, the green bean casserole was a personal attack.

Birdbrain🦅:
THAT'S what you're opening with after 3 weeks of radio silence??
The green beans??

Thunder⚡:
I made those with love and lightning.

GeNiUS💡:
Thor, you zapped the microwave.

Thunder⚡:
With lightning. As is tradition.

Winter❄:
She's back and dragging the food already. I like her.

Red🔪:
She never left. She just avoided all of you.

Lenaaa❤️‍🔥:
all of us except the cool ones

Capsicle👴:
Glad you're back at the table, kid.

WarDad🛩 (Rhodey) has joined the chat

WarDad🛩:
What did I just walk into?

Faith🌻:
WarDad.
That's your name now.
You are Dad. But in a cool jet-flying, snarky kind of way.

WarDad🛩:
...I've been called worse.

Legolas🐦:
Don't let her rope you in. Next thing you know she'll be assigning homework memes.

Faith🌻:
Already done.

(Attached: Meme of Steve standing at a whiteboard with the caption: "Today's lesson is how to emotionally suppress everything for 70 years and still look like a cinnamon roll.")

Speedy🌪:
STEVE STOP LOOKING SO SAD IN MEMES
YOU ARE A GOOD CINNAMON

Violet💅:
N/n, do you want to go for tea tomorrow? Or we can bake something?

Faith🌻:
Yes to both. Can we also throw a croissant at Tony?

GeNiUS💡:
You make it sound like I don't already expect that.

WarDad🛩:
Is this what the chat's always like?

Red🔪:
No. Sometimes it's worse.

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Avengers Tower, common room - the next morning

Y/n sits curled on the couch with Wanda and Yelena, each holding oversized mugs. The room is quiet - too quiet.

Until:
HONK.
A rubber duck hits Sam in the face as he walks in.

"Okay, who-"
Another HONK. This time from the ceiling.

"...I'm gonna burn this place down."

Yelena is already wheezing. "He triggered the trap."

Natasha walks in calmly, holding coffee. "He deserved it. He said her mashed potatoes were 'depressing.'"

Y/n grins from behind her mug. "I regret nothing."

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Later That Day