Be Quiet or Suffer the Consequences

Too Loud

The Avengers were spread around the living room for one of their regular movie nights. Everyone was tired after a long week and the leisurely bonding time was exactly what they needed. The holidays were fast approaching, and they were all eager to get in the festive mood. So they all settled into their unspoken designated spots, snuggling underneath warm fuzzy blankets and cradling steaming cups of hot chocolate in their hands. Large bowls of popcorn sat among the separate groups so that no one would have to move in order to get their snack.

Tony was leaning up against Steve's side, using his pecs as a pillow. Natasha, Thor and Bruce shared the other couch, all looking fairly toasty. Nat's head was laying in Thor's lap and his arm was wrapped securely around the scientist. Bruce brought his mug up for another sip of his cocoa only to fog up his glasses. Thor giggles and used his thumb as windshield wipers so the other man could see. Clint was currently in the middle of forming his nest. He would start out with a reasonable number of pillows and blankets, but as whatever movie they were watching progressed, he always found a way to snatch their own blankets and pillows away from them. This time was no different, only he hadn't shut up through the whole movie.

"They should've just called this Tom Hanks CGI Christmas, 'cause that's what it is," he quipped. Natasha immediately shushed him.

"What it's the truth! I'm not saying it's bad, it's just funny that he plays everyone," he justified himself. It was Tony's turn to tell him to be quiet. He let out a small harrumph and crossed his arms, wrapping himself in the soft comforters. He had a blanket tied around his neck like a cape and pulled it tighter around his body as he began to quietly watch the movie.

The silent didn't last long however as he saw what scene was coming up.

"OH SHIT IT'S TIME! IT'S FUCKING TIME ARE YOU GUYS READY?!" He leapt up with a scream, and everyone else instantly yelled back at him to shut up. Alas, they were too late. The waiters on screen were already wheeling out the refreshment carts and the tempo of the music was picking up. Clint had seen this movie more times than he could count, so of course he memorized the song. Not only did he know the song by heart, he also knew the fast paced choreography that matched. Okay, there was a lot more acrobatics in the routine than he remembered, so he mostly flailed his limbs in front of the screen.

"I can't see! Steve do something," Tony whined. He craned his neck to try and see the screen.

"Clint knock it off, we're trying to enjoy the movie," Steve said, adding an authoritative note in his voice to try and get the point across. Clint still wasn't deterred.

"So am I!" He paused, gasping in breaths before he spoke again, "And it looks like I'm enjoying it more," he panted once more. Man, who knew singing and dancing could be so much work? Natasha cupped her hands around her mouth and booed. The others quickly joined in, and a few pillows were tossed his way. He simply laughed and planted himself directly in front of the tv, spreading out his arms to obstruct as much of their view as possible. Steve was finally done with his shit and tackled him to the floor.

The rest of the team cheered now that they could watch the movie. But Steve wasn't as easily satisfied.

"You've been acting like a childish little brat all night," Steve started, and Clint was already beginning to giggle. After all, it wouldn't be the first time that a situation like this arose. Tony, knowing exactly where this was going and what was to come, threw his head back with a groan and paused the movie, knowing they wouldn't be able to hear it over Clint's wild laughter.

"Why'd you do it, huh? I mean, you know what's  gonna happen now, don't you?" he asked and placed his hands on his hips. Clint began to squirm, bubbly giggles already pouring from his mouth. "Do you like being this annoying?" He started walking his fingers up his sides and Clint bit his tongue to conceal his mirth. Still, he nodded at the question. It really was fun being a little shit. Steve's fingers climbed higher up his ribs as he leant in closer. "Did you do it for attention?" His voice had an airiness to it, making the teasing so much worse.

Clint couldn't hold back his anticipatory titters anymore, and his chest bounced up and down as he released the laughter that was trapped inside. He thumped his hand on the carpet as Steve's fingers journeyed higher up his ribs. He shook his head back and forth, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Or did you do it 'cause you knew this would happen?" Clint's cheeks blushed and he was about to deny it, but Steve dug his hands underneath his arms. Clint tossed his head back against the carpet, unable to stop his hysterics.

"Nohohoho wait! You dohohon't hahave to do thihihis!" he pleaded. His arms were plastered against his sides, which only trapped Steve's hands.

"I know," Steve shrugged, "But not I really want to." He tugged his hands free making Clint squeal. He hovered them over Clint's stomach, wiggling his fingers in the air to build anticipation. Clint could barely even look as he begged him not to do it. Steve faked him out by acting as though he was about to dive in, only to stop an inch above his belly. Clint's laughter spiked before dissipating into nervous chuckles.

"You're sohoho meannn, why nohot just get it over with?"

Steve tilted his head playfully, "Where would be the fun in that?" He poked all over the sensitive area, slowly at first, building up speed as he continued. Clint was squirming all over the place but never really tried to stop him.

Tony exaggeratedly looked at his wrist despite the fact he wasn't wearing a watch, just to be dramatic. "As much as I enjoy a good tickle torture when it's deserved, I'd much rather finish the movie."

Steve finally relented at his words and helped Clint into a sitting position. "You finally gonna watch the movie in peace?" Clint nodded and breathlessly said, "Yeah... man you're cruel."

Steve chuckled, "I wouldn't be if you weren't so annoying."

"Oh well, it's worth it," Clint decided.

They turned The Polar Express back on and watched the rest of the movie, each piping in with their own witty commentary here and there. And everything was good.