Avengers: Preferences (Under Editing)

"Here We Are" (StevexReader)

Lately, things have been strained around the tower.

Steve was in another one of his moods, and it almost made you want to cry.

Sometimes you catch him looking at modern things, and sighing. Like the stereo, the electric billboards in Central Square, and the way women were treated.

Everyone felt it, and nobody really seemed to have a good day when the Captain was down. Despite conflicting personalities, there was a mutual understanding that he was the leader. His commanding personality and sense of right and wrong was the main factor.

After five days of his collective sadness, you decided enough was enough. As soon as he was off for his daily run you called the team together.

"Alright everyone, I bet you're assuming why I've gathered you here today. And trust me, it's for a good reason."

"Is it because of Clint?" Tony asked heatedly, "because he keeps crawling in the vents and making terrifying screeching noises while I'm trying to work, and I swear if he does it aga-"

"No!" You interrupted, trying not to laugh as Clint pretended not to hear, "this is about Steve. Hasn't anyone else noticed how down he's been lately?"

Natasha nodded. "Yeah I have. I really wish he would speak up about it instead of staying in his head."

You nodded in agreement as Thor chimed in.

"I too, have noticed this. And speaking as a fellow warrior, he is trained to stay in his head and not portray his worries, so he can lead successfully. But that doesn't mean we do not notice his melancholy."

"That's right, Thor," you agreed, "and I think we ought to do something about it." With that you began pacing, and using your hands to describe your idea.

"We plan a dinner/dance with just us. However, it's set in the 1940's. The music, the clothing, the food, the chivalry, everything. What do you guys think?"

Natasha was he first one to speak. "I really like that. I'll gather up the costumes for everyone."

You smiled at her in thanks as Clint spoke up.

"I know some people who specialize in that era of music. I'll get them to come."

To everyone's surprise, Bruce joined in.

"You may not know this about me, but I can cook," Tony snorted but he kept going, "I'll get some help and we'll have great food."

After everyone had offered a service, Tony was the only one who hadn't, and everyone was looking at him expectantly.

"What?" he asked nonchalantly, "Obviously I'm providing the venue."

Everyone agreed, the date was set, and all departed to start on their tasks.

Before you could leave, Tony pulled you aside.

"Look, I know it seems like I don't care. But I do."

You crossed your arms. "Really? We hadn't noticed. Thank you for giving us a place to do it, at least."

He sighed and looked around before pulling you off into a hallway.

"Wha-what are we doing?" you asked amusedly.