It was another normal night at Stark Tower, all of the Avengers gathered and spread across the room (they had unofficially made this their hangout after Loki was banished and placed securely in Asgard under Odin’s and Heimdall’s watch), all minding their own business. You yourself were sitting, your laptop sitting over your crossed legs as you tapped away at the few things you had to finish for Tony before the night was over. Of course, your role as co-assistant hadn’t really been formalized, but that didn’t mean you didn’t get paid or work just as hard as Pepper did.
You didn’t hear Tony coming up behind you, put when he made an annoying sound in your ear you jumped and smacked him with a pillow you grabbed that was near you, catching him full on in the side of the head.
“Ow! Watch the face, babe, I need it.” He smirked, leaning down over the back of the couch and plucking the laptop off of you, shutting it with a loud smack. You cringed; you hated it when people touched your stuff, especially when they did stuff like that to it. He set it down on a glass table, clapping his hands loudly so that everyone in the room turned to look at him, wondering what the hell was going on. Even Natasha and Clint, who couldn’t care less about what Tony had to say most of the time, looked up lazily at him, one of Natasha’s perfectly plucked brows rising.
“I want to play a game.” He yelled, rolling his head on his shoulders, crossing his arms, “And a certain thing struck my interest…”
“Good God, Tony, what the hell are you hinting at?” Clint groaned.
Tony rolled his eyes, “I’m not hinting at anything, Bird Boy, and I’m getting there, now shush.”
Clint grumbled to himself, and Natasha didn’t look too happy about the nickname that Tony had given him. But they both refrained, not wanting to get into a fight at the moment. If they did, Stark Tower would have to be completely remodeled once again.
Tony smirked down at you, glancing about the room, and you wondered exactly what he could have found, but knowing him, he’d probably looked up something that would involve strippers and booze. Lots of booze. You sighed slowly to yourself. Whatever it was, you were going to have to play with all of them, and depending on how inappropriate it really was, you were going to explode in a fit of nervousness.
Of course, you wouldn’t have admitted it, but you were a fan girl, a pretty big one, and being around every one of these amazing people, your obsession had sort of turned into a… crush. You kept it to yourself, God knows what would happen if anyone even found out. You mentally shuddered, exiting your train of thought as soon as Tony started to speak again after the momentary silence.
“Can you all just stand over here?” He waved his arms in the general vicinity of where you were sitting, “I feel like I’m talking to a wall.”
“You do talk to yourself sometimes.” You giggled, teasing him about how instead of talking to actual people, he spoke to the animated screens down in his lab.
He scoffed, “Hey, JARVIS is almost like a real person. And he listens better than all of you do.”
Steve sighed, the first one to get up from what he was doing, sitting next to you and flashing that handsome smile that you swore melted you just a little. You smiled back silently, glancing around and seeing that all of the others were filing around and sitting, leaving Tony the only one standing.
He smirked wider, “Good, now that I have you all here… The game is quite simple, really, it’s called the Nervous Game.”
Natasha groaned loudly and cussed softly in a language that sounded a lot like Russian. You smirked, holding back your laughter as Tony spoke back, “Hey, you wanna go outside and think about what you did, missy?”
“Actually, I’m fine, Stark. Why in the hell would you want us to play this?”
“That’s what I’m wondering. What sick kind of person ar-,” You stopped yourself, nodding slowly, “Never mind. Why?”
“I felt like it, and I swear, you all have no variety. Why can’t any of you be fun?” He whined.
Clint smirked, “Well, I’m certainly not going first.”
Tony tapped you on the head, your blush more than likely purple, “Then, off you go, (name).”
“Why do I have to go first? I’m the assistant!”
“So is Pepper, and we all know I fu-,”
“TONY!” Steve hissed, stopping him before he finished the sentence, “None of us wants to hear that.”
Clint nodded, “Nobody.”
You made a noise in the back of your throat, “Ugh, fine, you know what? I’ll go first.”
Tony smiled, and you swore his smile could rival the Cheshire Cat’s in its utter creepiness, he tugged you off by the arm into a nearby room, letting the door slide open before he pushed you in with an almost manic giggle, “Wait in here while we choose your partner!”
You sighed, shaking your head as you sauntered to the bed, turning and sitting, crossing your arms on your lap as you waited.
|*| Meanwhile |*|
Steve perked a brow as Tony walked back away from your door. And Thor, who had been silent for this whole ordeal finally spoke, “What is this game you speak of, son of Stark?”
Tony chuckled, “A rather fun game actually. And since you two blondes don’t know a thing about the 21st century…” Tony sighed dramatically before he continued, “A game that two people play together. You touch the person’s head and keep going lower while you ask, “Are you nervous?”, and it depends on how low you go, really, you’ll have a lot more fun if the chick is slutty.” He huffed, “Unfortunately, (name)’s isn’t taking her clothes off as soon as she walks in the door. Sad, sad.”
Steve shook his head, “You shouldn’t talk about her like that, its disrespectful.”
“She doesn’t care.”
“What if she did?”
Tony laughed, “Then she wouldn’t be here, Stars ‘n Stripes.”
Steve rolled his eyes, “I told you to stop calling me that.”
“Well, I didn’t, get used to it.”
Thor interrupted, “This is a rather weird game. Midgardians always have such odd pastimes.”
Tony shrugged, glancing over at the door with a naughty glimmer in his eye.
Natasha sighed, “This is going to be a rather interesting night.”
“You got that right.” Clint added.