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A/N
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Marvel quote;
"Hey fellas, Either one of you know where the Smithsonian is? I'm here to pick up a fossil."
Sassy Romanoff to the freshly exercised Steve Rogers.
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After the last of our guests leave for the night, all that remained was me, Steve, Tony, Natasha, Clint, Thor, Banner, Maria and Rhodey.
Dr Cho, lingered closely behind, although she remained near the piano area, having fallen asleep from intoxication.
I'd say the team was fairly filled with alcohol at the moment but no one was that drunk yet.
It usually takes us a while to get intoxicated.
You know what they say--as your pain tolerance increase, your alcohol tolerance would increase too.
We all gathered around the front of the living room, settling on couches and relaxing under the night sky of the starlight above us.
Thor, Steve and I shared a couch.
Tony and Rhodey sat side by side while Clint sat on the ground with his back resting on the couch, Maria flippantly looking over him.
Natasha and Banner were opposite each other so they could talk lightly.
It felt peaceful.
It's times like this when bad things don't happen. When everything is normal and all of us were not at war.
"But it's a trick!" Came Barton's loud outraged voice. He was gesturing at Mjolnir, Thor's hammer that he had placed on the table in front of us.
I'm afraid he had one too many drinks tonight.
Sitting up from my position, I raised a delicate eyebrow, having grown interested.
Thor shakes his head, laughing. "Oh, no. It's much more than that."
The god of thunder didn't wear his usual armour, instead, he wore black slacks with a shirt over a velvet-red long overcoat.
He cleaned up well.
In fact, everybody cleaned up well.
The Super Soldier beside me was wearing a button-up dark blue shirt with slacks. The outfit clung to him almost perfectly.
Natasha wore a black and white dress that popped her red curls and blood-red lips.
Clint still wore his leather jacket, he never leaves anywhere without it.
I couldn't help but shake my head. "We're the goddamn hottest heroes in the world,"
Clint doesn't deter, he's hitting the table in front of him with--how the hell did he find drumming sticks?
"Uh, whosoever be he worthy shall haveth the power!" He says, sarcastically, quoting formally. "Whatever man! It's a trick."
A smile slips past my lips at the interaction.
"Sorry Barton, remember the time when I appeared in the room with you guys? You thought it was a trick too," I said laughingly, referring to the time we were in the interrogation room and Barton had been adamant over the fact that I was a trick.
Barton sends me a mock playful glare in return.
Thor shrugs, apparently knowing it was easier to let him have at it. "Well please, be my guest."
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