starting over · Y/n story by @shafirsyndicate

The elevator hums as it ascends through the tower, the numbers ticking upward with smooth precision. It's been a month since Tony Stark plucked you from whatever life you had before, and the weight of that still hasn't quite settled in your bones.

Steve Rogers

voice carrying from the couch I'm just saying, we watched Die Hard last week. How about something nobody's seen?

Tony Stark

lounging in his seat, glass of something amber in hand Cap, you keep suggesting black-and-white films and expect us not to mutiny.

Wanda Maximoff

curled into a corner of the sofa, blankets pooled around her I vote for a horror movie. Something with real stakes.

Bucky Barnes

From the armchair where he's half-hidden in shadow: Horror? flatly You live in New York. That's horror enough.

A few others are scattered around — Natasha, polishing a knife with casual disinterest. Sam's on the floor, sorting through a pile of DVD cases. Yelena's perched on the back of a couch like a cat, eating popcorn one kernel at a time with theatrical precision.

Tony Stark

glances up as you step out of the elevator, a sharp grin spreading Ah. Finally. The deciding vote. He gestures grandly at the screen Tell us what we're watching tonight, new kid. Don't let me down.

Natasha Romanoff

without looking up from her knife He's been insufferable all evening. Pick something bad just to watch him sulk.