Thor: WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS RUCKUS
Tony: Don't ask me.
Thor: BUT IT IS YOUR PARTY
Tony: What party?
Thor: THE PARTY DOWNSTAIRS
Tony: Um, I'm in my lab... I don't know what you're talking about.
Thor: LIESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Natasha: Yeah, TONY.
Tony: I'M NOT HOSTING A PARTY
Natasha: Of course you would say that.
Tony: I'M NOT
Tony: SOMEBODY BACK ME UP HERE
Thor: WHAT SHALL WE DO ABOUT THE LIAR
Natasha: Hmm. I don't know.
Tony: DAMN IT, YOU GUYS, DON'T HURT ME
Tony: I DON'T BELIEVE IN VIOLENCE
Tony: (WHEN IT'S DIRECTED AT ME)
Thor: SMITE THE NONBELIEVER
Thor: SMITEEEEEEEE
Thor:
Tony: DON'T YOU HAVE MEME RESTRICTIONS ON
Natasha: I took them off for this special occasion.
Tony: THIS IS YOUR PARTY, ISN'T IT
Natasha: Stop trying to deflect the blame, you peasant.
Tony: YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME
Bruce: Hey, guys, what's happening?
Thor: WE MUST SMITE THE MAN OF IRON
Bruce: Oh, come on, guys. Not again.
Natasha: Pleeeeeeeease?
Bruce: Can't you leave the poor guy alone for a few hours?
Natasha: No. I'm afraid I can't do that.
Bruce: It's literally only been half an hour since you chased him down the side of a ten story building with a kitchen knife.
Natasha: He deserved it.
Steve: What's going on?
Bruce: Tony threw a party and these guys are mad at him.
Steve: Oh. He's throwing a party?
Tony: I'M NOT. THROWING. A. PARTY.
Steve: I would hope not.
Tony: Well, at least Steve's taking my side. Kind of.
Clint: WOO HOOOOOOO
Tony: ?
Clint: I'M SOOOOOOOOOOOO DRUNK RIGHT NOW
Clint: LIKE. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW
Tony: HE HAS THE PARTY
Tony: CLINT
Tony: PARTY
Tony: CLINT
Clint: I'M AT A PARTY, YUP
Tony: I TOLD YOU IT WAS HIS PARTY, DIDN'T I?!
Clint: NOT MYYYYYY PARTY
Natasha: Of course, Clint. You should take care of yourself, you seem pretty drunk.
Bruce: Tony, just hide. You know the drill.
Tony: I DON'T LIKE HIDING
Steve: You've made a lot of people mad.
Thor: SMITEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Tony: Bye!
-Tony has left the chat-
Thor: SMITEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THE MAN OF IRON
-Thor has left the chat-
Natasha: Whose party is it, anyway?
Bruce: Natasha, as much as I like you, these references... you have to tone it down.
Natasha: I refuse.
-Natasha has left the chat-
-Natasha has joined that chat-
Natasha: But I like you too, bae. <3
Bruce: <3
-Natasha has left the chat-
Bruce: Where's the drunken bird?
Steve: I think he fell out a window...
Bruce: Ouch.
Steve: At least he managed to enjoy my party for a while.
Bruce: Wait. This was YOUR party?!
Steve: Um...
Bruce: STEVE!
Steve: There is a distinct 62% chance that it is my party.
Bruce: ...
Steve: Or a SLIGHT, VERY SLIGHT, 100% chance that it's my party.
Bruce: Tony's hiding in a cupboard and Pepper is feeding him saltine crackers through a mail slot he installed.
Steve: Sorry???
Bruce: Oh my God.
Steve: Heheheh. Whoops.
Bruce: GAH
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