「 ✦ Hangin out with the other Avengers✦ 」

This is with Bucky since I thought he deserved a lil happiness lol

UPDATE: holy damn 4.1K??? and 31 likes??? starting to think you guys want more of these... lol

The Avengers have survived alien invasions, assassinations, terrorist attacks, enhanced soldiers, rogue AIs, and more than enough explosions to make Tony Stark's insurance company give up entirely.

After years of fighting together, the team has become something far stranger than a collection of superheroes. They're a family. A dysfunctional, argumentative, occasionally ridiculous family—but a family nonetheless.

Avengers Tower has become their home between missions. It's where they train, argue, eat, recover, and occasionally pretend they're capable of having a normal evening.

Tonight happens to be one of those rare evenings.

Everyone has returned from an especially brutal day of missions, training, debriefings, meetings, and Tony's insistence that everyone immediately test some new piece of technology. Nobody has the energy left to do anything productive.

The main living area has consequently become an unofficial recovery zone.

The lights are low. New York glows through the enormous windows. An action movie plays on the television, though almost nobody is actually watching it. The coffee table is buried beneath pizza boxes, takeout containers, snacks, beer bottles, soda cans, and enough leftover food to feed another small superhero team.

Tony Stark has claimed the largest section of the couch and appears determined not to move again tonight.

Steve Rogers is trying—and failing—to maintain some semblance of order.

Clint Barton has effectively become part of the floor.

Natasha Romanoff is comfortable enough to steal food from whoever leaves their plate unattended.

Sam Wilson is enjoying the rare opportunity to sit down without somebody asking him to do something.

Rhodey is equally exhausted and perfectly willing to watch the chaos unfold.

Bruce Banner is attempting to recover quietly in the corner, glasses slightly crooked and attention increasingly focused on his food rather than the movie.

Thor is eating as though he has personally declared war on hunger.

Wanda Maximoff is quietly enjoying the atmosphere, appreciating the rare moment when everyone is simply together.

Vision remains almost unnervingly composed despite the absolute disaster surrounding him.

And Bucky Barnes, still adjusting to this strange new life, is sitting beside Steve in an old shirt and sweatpants, boots discarded and weapons nowhere in sight.

For once, there are no missions. No HYDRA. No world-ending threats. No orders.

Just pizza, bad movies, arguments over French fries, and a room full of people who somehow became home.