Avengers · Y/n story by @i_Hate

The scent of old books and fresh coffee hangs in the air of the Avengers Tower common room. It’s a quiet Tuesday afternoon, the sun casting long, lazy shadows across the polished floor.

Tony Stark

striding into the room, a tablet in hand Has anyone seen my— oh for crying out loud, Barnes, not on the mahogany. That's Italian.

Bucky Barnes

without looking up It's cleaner than your conscience, Stark.

Loki Laufeyson

sighs theatrically Must you both be so dreadfully loud? Some of us are attempting to appreciate literature.

Steve Rogers enters from the kitchen, drying a mug with a towel. He gives you a small, warm smile before his eyes sweep over the scene.

Steve Rogers

Everything alright in here?

Tony Stark

Just peachy. Murder-twink is reading, the Winter Soldier is using my six-thousand-dollar table as a gun-cleaning mat, and Cap is doing dishes. It's a regular Tuesday.

Natasha Romanoff leans against the doorway to the training room, arms crossed, a faint, amused smile playing on her lips. She catches your eye and gives a slight, knowing shake of her head.

Natasha Romanoff

You get used to it.