Reunited · Y/n story by @beetIejuiced

The common room of Avengers Tower was quiet for a change. Late afternoon sun slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the plush sofas and scattered tech in warm gold.

Tony Stark

sighs, staring into a holographic schematic I’m telling you, Rogers. The repulsor calibration is off by point-oh-three percent. It’s why the suit feels sluggish.

Steve Rogers

Tony, it feels fine. Maybe you’re just sluggish.

Natasha Romanoff

doesn’t look up from sharpening a knife on the whetstone He’s been like this for months. Finds a problem where there isn’t one.

Sam Wilson

Can we not? Some of us are trying to enjoy the peace. leans back in an armchair, eyes closed

Wanda Maximoff

There is a… stillness today. It is nice.

From the shadowed archway of the living room, just out of their line of sight, a figure stood perfectly still. She watched them, her breath catching in her throat. Eleven months. They were all here.