wheezing, phone clutched to his chest Oh, this is—this is too good. I can’t. I literally can’t.

feet on the coffee table, scrolling Dude, wait until you see the one where Y/N rides a dragon made of pure energy. Very dramatic. Very shirtless.

smirking over Clint’s shoulder That one’s creative. I respect the author’s commitment to the bit.

pinching the bridge of his nose I just think we should all—maybe—not be looking at this.

not looking up from his phone Too late.

from the kitchen island, voice strained Has anyone considered that Y/N might walk in at any second and see us all reading fanfiction about them?

giggling into her hand That is exactly what makes this funny, Bruce.

face tomato-red, holding his phone at arm’s length I clicked one link and now I know things about my teammates that I cannot un-know.

genuinely fascinated This “shipping”—Midgardians truly enjoy imagining others in romantic entanglements?

on the end of the couch, one leg crossed, trying and failing to look disinterested They enjoy it far too much, clearly.

catching sight of Y/N in the doorway Oh hey, look who it is! What’s the matter? Pizza’s not even warm. You’re not walking in on anything weird, are you?

grinning Nope. Nothing weird at all. Super normal Tuesday.

clearing his throat, ears red We were just... doing some light reading.

deadpan Team building exercise.