Y/n stepped out, backpack slung over one shoulder, and froze.

The living room was packed. A blonde man in a star-spangled jacket stood by the window, arms crossed. A redhead perched on the arm of the couch, watching the door like a hawk. A giant of a man with a hammer sat in Tony’s favorite chair, looking entirely too large for it. A man in a bow-tied vest fidgeted near the bar. A tall, broad-shouldered soldier with a shield leaned against the wall. And a man in a lab coat—Dr. Banner, probably—was scribbling notes on a tablet.