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The storm had officially trapped everyone inside Avengers Tower. By the second day, everyone was getting bored. Tony finally walked into the common room carrying a box. “Alright, children. I’ve solved our entertainment problem.” Clint looked up. “That sounds dangerous.” “It isn’t. Probably.” He dumped a pile of cards onto the table. “Game night.” Peter immediately sat down. Wanda and Vision joined him, followed by Bruce, Clint, Natasha, Steve, and you. Tony shuffled the cards. “Truth or challenge. Nothing dangerous. Nothing stupid.” Clint stared at him. “You’re literally the one making the rules.” “Exactly.” The first few rounds were harmless—until Tony pulled a card that made him grin. “Everyone points to whoever they think is the hardest person here to read.” You immediately leaned back. One by one, fingers pointed toward you. Peter laughed. “Sorry, Phantom.” You looked around the table. “Seriously?” Tony nodded. “Apparently you’re a walking classified document.” You glanced at Steve. He hadn’t pointed at anyone. Tony noticed. “Rogers?” Steve looked at you for a second. “She is difficult to read.” You raised an eyebrow. “That’s your answer?” “Yeah.” Tony’s grin widened. “Interesting.” Steve gave him a warning look. “Don’t.” Tony laughed and drew another card. Outside, thunder shook the windows. Inside, the game continued—and with several more days trapped together, things were bound to get interesting.