Chemistry

Natasha - Guys are fucking stupid.

I came to a screeching halt outside Avengers Tower, hopping out and pulling my bags out of the back seat before walking in. I took the elevator to the main private floor, where everyone usually was.

The doors opened and I immediately wanted to leave again. It was the biggest mess I've ever seen and that's something when you're around the Hulk a lot.

There was a metal prosthetic arm right in front of my feet, my guess from what Steve had told me was that this belonged to Bucky, with several dents in it. Quite a lot of blood, probably Bruce's fault. A few broken arrows, Clint. Lots of spilled alcohol, Stark and three massive holes in the walls, and one in the side of the Tower.

I stepped over the prosthesis and dropped my bag on the floor. I could heard explosions from one direction, snoring in another, and Clint and Steve yelling in the opposite. I headed towards Clint and Steve first.

I found them in Tony's kitchen. I walked in and when they didn't notice me I started to tap my foot impatiently. Clint and Steve both turned to look at me.

''Natasha you're back!'' Clint cried racing over like a small child, Steve waved from across the room.

''Hey Clint, what the fuck are you two yelling about? And what the hell happened?'' I asked calmly.

Steve decided to walk over at this point.
But, as he opened his mouth to speak, the prosthetic arm that I'd seen earlier flew towards the back of his head.