He caught a girl by her waist, danced with her a bit – name something like Hannah, he was with her last semester – and invited her upstairs.

The first floor seemed fine; he didn’t care even if they were disturbed, whoever came to the guestrooms, was drunk already. He opened the first room in front of the staircase, and Hannah exclaimed excitedly.

- That’s where we were for the fisrt time, you remember, right?

- Sure.

They got in, he shut the door and took of the girl’s top. She pushed herself up for a kiss, but Tony closed his lips, and searched for the button on her shorts.

- No kissing, it hurts.

- Looks bad - she agreed, looking at the small wound on Tony’s mouth. Tugged her hand under Tony’s shirt, and pulled it up.

- No...!

- Didn’t seem fair that I was the only one undressing... What’s this?

Tony buried his face in one hand. The girl was still looking at the round object in his chest.

- That’s keeping me alive. I’d explain it, but you wouldn’t understand, can we go on?

She was fascinated; came even closer, and touched the small device, then pulled her hands away.

- It’s cold! – she giggeled unbelievebly. Tony sighed.

- Yes, it is, it’s metal. That’s why I wanted to keep on the shirt...

- But it’s... uhh, gross! It’s in you, right?

- Yes, it is, it’s cold because I need it to be cold to cool down the inner mechanism, now...

- And it’s glowing!

- Seriously, Hannah!

- I’m Helga – she looked puzzled, but Tony didn’t even blink.

- I said honey, is it a problem? I can stop if it’s a problem...

- No, sorry, I heared.... nevermind – she was embarassed, so she just decided to take off her bra too. Tony found a dark t-shirt and put it on; it was most likely his, anyway, and found a condom. No surprise, he had a few in every room. Giving everything to his guests.

He grabbed her at her waist again, kissed her neck and she giggled, she giggled at everything. Even when Tony finally got her on the bed, pulled of her panties and stepped out of his jeans. She pulled him closer, to lay on her, but then she whined painfully.

- It’s pressing agains my chest. Can’t you take it out?

Tony started to get irritated, he didn’t want to talk, just finish what he came for.

- Like I said, it’s keeping me alive.

- Just for a little while – she moaned loudly, - we’ll be quick.

Tony got enough. He though of kicking her out, but he felt just fine in her, so he just rolled to his back, pulling Hannah... or Helga with him too. She fucking giggled again.

- Changing positions, then.

If she wants to ride, then let her ride.

A blowjob would’ve been easier.

- Ban? Is it you? – Steve looked out from the library, and saw the girl standing there in the dark. – Are you okay?

She came closer and pulled her top down; for Steve she actually seemed fine, but it was strage to see her in the dark corridor all alone. Craft appeared next to him.

- She’s drunk – she said, thrusted Steve aside and ran to Ban to support her.

- Come on sweetie, sit down, gonna get you some water...

She lead Ban to a chair in the library, and wanted to go, but Ban grabbed her wrist. Steve didn’t ask anything, just went to the party to find a glass of water.

- He’s a liar – Ban said and didn’t let go of Craft’s hand. – I really don’t get it, I didn’t do anything wrong, it shouldn’t have happened like this, I didn’t want this, why did I come to this party, it is stupid. Craft, tell me, am I stupid? – she looked really worried. – I must be tho...

- You’re a genious Ban – she soothed her. – And when I’m sure you won’t throw up, we’re taking you home.

- I love you Craft. You’re so nice. On the sexy car. Please take me home... no, don’t take me home, I don’t want to go home...!

Steve arrived with the water, Ban drank, and settled down a little.

- Taking you back to the dormitory on the sexy car, okay?

Ban didn’t answer; she just spread on the chair and nearly fell asleep.

- Can you drive? – Craft looked at Steve desperately. – I don’t think the others are still sober.

- I have a license to motor, and I don’t think there’s traffic at this time.

- Feels like shit to steal Tony’s car again – Craft mumbled while Steve gathered Ban up in his arms.

- You... what?

- It wasn’t my idea. Let’s go, I want to know Ban in bed, in the dorm as soon as possible. She’ll be worse when she wakes up.

- My head hurts like hell.

- It’s because you didn’t have sex.

Natasha officially spent her freetime with them, now that they knew what was going on with Bruce and Clint.

- So you got yourself a boyfriend? – asked Craft and she turned a page in her book. It was a fairytale now.

- Who said anything about boyfriends? Needed manpower.

- You’re a dirty bitch – Ban laughed. Tasha frowned.

- Joke taken aside, Clint exited in a shocking way, and too fast for my taste, so I had to do something.

- You were still... – Craft looked up from her book with wide eyes.

- After you broke up, still...? – asked Ban at the same time, but Tasha just grimaced.

- We’ve known each other since we were what, five years old or so, and he was my first and vica versa, and we didn’t want anyone else for a while after our breakup, so... and my room is single.

- Then basically – Craft put her book down, - your relationship didn’t change at all, all these years...

- Just the freedom to date anyone. And Clint used it, and he didn’t tell me... That’s what bothers me.

- I kinda understand him – Ban massaged her head. – Me neither. I mean I wouldn’t run to Craft happily if I suddenly realised that I wanted to date you, Tash.

- You wouldn’t? – Craft looked genuinely surprised.

- Okay, maybe I would, but we’re talking about Bruce and Clint here. Oh look, Stark’s here!

They looked in the direction Ban pointed. She stood up, and yawned.

- Gotta talk to him, be right back.

Perfect or not, Steve still hated parties. It was loud, dark or too bright, crowded, and he never knew who grabbed his ass. And it happened several times, so he would just avoid parties.

But now, he did kinda enjoy it; they weren’t in though, but having Craft by his side, and Ban on the other, it was already nice. Craft gave up her usual whtever purple comes with whatever green outfit, and dressed up in full pink; she looked so cute, Steve couldn’t think about the fact that it’s all pink. Ban was simply stunning in her dress, which surely wasn’t hers as she sweared that she doesn’t have any girly cloth. She wore a short, muss-like shirt and a simple top, both blue and black, and it let her legs show which was truly a miracle.

He knew the building they were going in, he spotted it on his first day in the city. Big, half moder-half antique one, and he thought it was either a museum or a theatre, but no, it was the Stark mansion, and by the amount of guests arriving – even though it was weekday, and holding out till late – he guessed it was usual to have parties here.

- Last year – explained Ban, as if she was reading his thoughts – Stark threw a party every Saturday for two months. that’s when he became so popular, and got all those girls.

- He got them, cause he’s good in bed – Natasha corrected. – Or so they say.

- Not interested.

Natasha came with Clint, as usual; Bruce was already in the house, he helped Tony with the preparations. Not like they’ve done anything, they had the staff make everything.

The party has already started when they stepped in; people everywhere, and only the second and third floors were off-limits – whoever broke that rule though were thrown out immediately.

-Steve! - Tony beamed at them. – I’m glad you came. I invited your big guy roommate too, see?

- Yes – it was nearly impossible not to notice Thor in the ladies’ ring on a couch, especially because he was almost louder that the music. – He was very excited about you granting him the pleasure to be able to properly build lasting relationships with his fellow schoolmates. Or something like that. He was happy.

- Craft, come with me – Tony snatched her hands, an pulled after him. She looked back at her friends, with her ’I’ve got no idea’ face, but followed Tony notheless.

- I don’t like it – Ban said, but when Steve didn’t give a sign of being worried, she went to the bar, and started to taste the coctails. Natasha was with her for a while, but when they were asked, she went dancing with the boys – Ban refused. Clint and Bruce were long gone to possibly somewhere beyond the first floor. Bruce wasn’t the kind of guest who would be thrown out.

Finally, Craft got back. He explained something to Steve excitedly, grabbed his hand, and hurried to where she came from.

- Must be books.

Ban sighed and finished another drink. After a while all seemed to taste the same.

Tony was really glad, honestly, that Craft came, and he could show her the library. It wasn’t off limits, but noone came in since they weren’t interested in books at a party, but Craft was dazzling. She looked aound with mouth forgotten open, eyes sparkling, then she started running around like a child chittering about the book she’s found. Tony knew they had a special collection in the hous, but he really wasn’t interested in literature.

- Thank you – she suddenly appeared before him, and looked up with shiny eyes. – I’m getting Steve, I think he’ll love it too.

- You’re welcome – he said, but Craft was gone already. It was a strange feeling; Tony was sure that he has never made anyone this happy before, like ever.

He started walking back to his party, smiled to the hurrying back Craft and Steve too, now, but didn’t walk fast; the corridor was comfortably long and dark and a lot quieter than the other parts of the house.

He didn’t notice Ban until he was only a few steps from her. And she was beautiful. And she came closer.

- Hey.

- Thanks for inviting me too – Ban said. They were only a feet away, or so. – I thugh you wouldn’t.

She was smiling. Kind, sad smile.

- Why wouldn’t I? I never really liked my nose anyway.

She chuckled, but then turned to serious. Still kind-serious. Not as cold as she usually was with Tony.

- Did you mean it?

- Mean what? – he was thinking, but couldn’t find out what she meant.

- What you said.

- About my nose? – he tried joking, but Ban didn’t follow this time.

- In the car.

Silence. Tony just kept on looking at her. She was clean, and a bit of a makeup, not like her usual, oiled self. Flush on her cheeks, but she wasn’t blushing, just...

She’s drunk. Tony realised and it didn’t make it easier. He still didn’t answer.

- You said you loved me. Did you mean it?

Tony looked around, but saw noone. What to do? She’s drunk and he doesn’t know what’s drunk Ban like. Is she honest? Is she manipulative? Or just too kind and loving...?

Looked like she accepted that she won’t get her answer, so he continued talking.

- I was thinking about that time. A lot. I told myself, that you were lying as you always do to girls, but it felt good... No it actually never felt good. It hurt like hell, that you lied to me like this, but okay this is actually not the point... We took your car. When you were in the hospital. I wanted to visit you, but I was so proud that I couldn’t bring myself to go, instead I stole your favourite car, the blue cabrio, and wentto the next town with Craft and Tasha, and shit, your baby was purring like a pussy...

She giggled, leaned her forehead to Tony’s shoulder and whispered. She’s drunk.

- Say that you love me – and she continued in normal voice. – I enjoyed our pranking games, it was actually fun, and I’m sorry for your goatie, it was- really, look at me, i mean it- it was- fucking sexy. Grow it back.

He could have her. Easily. She’s drunk. And she probably wouldn’t even remember it. He wasn’t sure if it was positive or negative aspect.

- Just tell me you love me – she whispered again, now in his ears. She was wearing high heels, so they were at the exact same height. She’s drunk – Tell me. She’s drunk

- Love me -
It wasn’t louder than a man’s last breath, She’s drunk but it was clear, and stayed there, echoing.

She’s drunk

He shoved her to the wall, and she didn’t protest, she tossed her fingers into Tony’s hair, pulling him closer and he leaned in, wanted to kiss her, but she was faster, got his lips, kissed him, bit him and whenever they broke apart to take breath or just to stay on earth, she snapped at him again and again, and Tony could feel the taste of blood cause of her teeth when he finally pressed their mouthes and bodies together, and he could taste her, like he wanted for so long, and he didn’t care about the blood and the coctail, just the feeling he got from...

She’s drunk
It sounded like a warning in his head, he pulled away.
He didn’t even realise that they started undressing. His tie was on the floor, his shirt unbuttoned, and he started to take off Ban’s top just before.

- Don’t lie to me – she said, but didn’t do anything.

- I’m not – Tony’s voice was husky, and he became angry as he realised that his instincts won’t let him get away easy. He buttoned his shirt, but didn’t tug into his jeans to cover his boner and left to the party, hoping that Ban really won’t remember.
He caught a girl by her waist, danced with her a bit – name something like Hannah, he was with her last semester – and invited her upstairs.

- Fuck you Stark.

And so, silence was broken between them. And she knew she will regret breaking it.

- I heared that we’ll be doing stuff in pairs from now – Tony started as they walked to the western building. Ban wasn’t amused.

- Or so you wish.

- Last time was fun too. When it started ringing, and everyone thought it will explode.

- You have a strange sense of humor.

- You were laughing too.

Ban just growled.

- Does this mean that you have a shitty sense of humor? Oh, sorry, I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. I know you try so hard to ignore me, but you know too that I’m too awesome to be ignored, you won’t last long. Just give it up babe.

- Say whatever you want Stark.

Ban opened the door and stepped in the classroom, more like a lab, and just like Stark said, her classmates were in pairs. He danced past her.

- Pairs assemble, Scarlett. You’re stuck with me.

They went to their place, and there was a pack of garbage on the desk. Ban looked up to the prof unconvinced, but the others had the same stuff in front of them as she and Stark.

- These are the parts of an apparatus; your task is to find out what is the object, and put it together. You have until lesson’s end. It is an everyday object.

- It could be anything – Ban looked at the stuff before her. – I have at least twenty ideas of what we could make of it.

- Yeah, me too – Stark semed excited. – So what do you think of making...

He wanted to whisper in Ban’s ears, but caught Bruce’s glare. He formed the words with his lips without making any noises.

’Do the most normal one of your ideas. If you do anything else, I’ll rip your heart out.’

- So dramatic – he turned away from Bruce, and started to select the parts of the machine. – Scarlett, you free this afternoon?

- Seriously Stark, fuck off. I will never be free for you. As you pointed out, I’m trying really hard to ignore you. Just... don’t talk to me.

And he didn’t.

But not so long after, when Ban was extremely tired, cause Steve asked her if she wanted to go running and she did, but Craft didn’t, so Ban was already angry. And when she got back, she found her room’s door half opened, though it was already dark in there, meaning Craft was asleep, and it wasn’t like her to leave the door open. Ban rushed in, worried about Craft, then she screamed when water gushed on her head, making her soaking wet. And then the bucked arrived too, making a deep impact.

Craft sat up in her bed statled by the scream and the swearing followed.

- What happened? Why are you so wet? Is it raining outside?

- Fucking Stark! – Ban shouted and locked herself up in the bathroom.

For some unknown reasons, the next morning Stark’s coffee-machine exploded while he tried to make his morning coffee, coverint everything and everyone – Tony and Bruce – in coffe grounds. Followed by the disapperence of Ban’s bras, and an exhibition of them in the front yard. Still, it was a shock to everyone, when  few days after Tony Stark walked around totally shaved; as they figured, someone has accidentally changed his shaving gel into super-powered glue. They still didn’t question Ban’s decision about taking her puppy-patterned pillow everywhere, as it glued to her hand miraculously during the night. After that Tony had keys on his fingers from his keyboard, but the pranks involving glue stopped after Ban’s hair standing up in grave silence following an unfortunate hair-washing.

But washing may have inspired the prankster as Tony had to wear Bruce’s clothes for a while, until he bought new ones for himself, because somehow his old ones got smaller in the washing, caused by some stupid mechanical failure deep inside the machine.

Noone was surprised when suddenly every banana disappeared from the college and Ban had to skip half of the day because of some kind of stomach-disturbances, and couldn’t do anything until Craft and Steve finally got her some from the other side of the city. When she was fine again, Stark suddenly fell ill from a large amount of cheeseburger which he ate, and discovered afterwards that they were expired.

And though the concerned ones never commented on the mischiefs happening, the public seemed to enjoy them and waited in excitement for the next one.

Tony stumbled out of his room. He wanted to eat something solid finally; after three days massive diarrhea and diet, he thought he could have something else than dry biscuits, dry bread and water. He was worn out, but he could kill for a – no, maybe not a cheeseburger, but for a donut, definitely.

It was nighttime, so he didn’t expect to see anyone on the corridors, that’s exactly why he picked this time, and he couldn’t sleep because his stomach was growling. Bruce didn’t seem to mind though.

He was week, and he wanted to hate Scarlett fro making him feel like this, but he couldn’t really; it was a fact, that he started the whole pranking-game, and he did give the girl diarrhea first. It wasn’t intentional – how the hell could’ve he known that she ate her bananas out of medical reasons? – still it happened, so he kinda agreed, that he deserved the food-poisoning. He was halfway to the back staircase when Scarlett appeared at the stairs. She was walking in quiet, like she really didn’t want to be seen. Tony could understand just fine; she was covered in various substances – most likely a mass of school’s kitchen food – and she smelled like shit.

- Scarlett... – he said quietly. Ban didn’t notice him until that, and her expression was so surprised that Tony had to laugh. He did stop immediately, and shouted in pain, when the girl punched him in the face, and shoved him to the wall. Her expression was no longer surprised, but furious and humiliated.

- Shut up!

She rushed past him, and jumped in the opening door to Rogers’ room.

- Thanks Steve – Tony heared her whisper, then the door closed behind her, but all the others opened one after another, because of his shout.

- Holy shit Tony, what happened? – Bruce kneeled down to him, and others have gathered too.

- Jesus, she thinks I did it – he realised, but it still didn’t make sense; she wasn’t particularly angry because of the other stuff, she just did payback of similar caliber.

- What? – Bruce asked worrying. – Tony you’re talking nonsense. Just tell me how the fuck did you break your nose?

- Break? Nose? Mine?

So that’s where the pain was coming. Rachael broke his nose. Makes sense. So she was actually stronger than him. Not like it was anything to be surprised on; she liked working out, but he didn’t. Even if he did, he couldn’t risk hardwork with his heart-problems.

- Tony, tell me what happened, you’re scaring me.

Tony stopped thinking about Ban’s fist and finally looked straingt into Bruce’s eyes. And he saw the people gathered behind him too, all looking worried.

Like hell, they’d never be worried for Tony Stark, the asshole.

- You’re Bruce – he stated to prove he’s alright.

-That’s it, I’m taking you in – Bruce sighed, and tried to put him on his feet, without succes.

- I’m with you – Clint came forward and got Tony’s other side. – You have his carkeys?

Steve looked outside, and saw the others go back into their rooms, and the other three getting further. Ban was in the shower; she called him a few minutes earlier if she could borrow his bathroom. Sure, she could, anytime, and Thor was sleeping like ababy once he fell asleep, but Steve decided, that after the girl finished he won’t let her go without explaination.

She came out after ten minutes, claiming one of Steve’s shirt and towel to wrap up her hair.

- Thanks – she smiled. – I didn’t want Craft to see me like this.

- I get it – Steve agreed, but he caught Ban’s wrist when she went for the door. – Now as a payment, tell me what’s going on.

- I fell into the kitchen – she laughed nervously, but Steve frowned, and didn’t let her go. – Really, nothing.

- It was Tony, right?

Ban’s face dropped.

- What? No! It’s totally different...

- Then why did you punch him? You weren’t annoyed, even when he spread your underwears or ruined your hair, so...

- Told you, it’s not Stark.

She can’t explain. She looked at him in the eye, to make him understand; it’s okay, it’s good, just leave it like that.

- Try to make me understand.

Ban lamost laughed.

- Steve, you’re a too fucking good friend that I don’t even need.

He grinned.

- I dare you. No, seriously. You’re not getting out of here until you tell me.

Ban let out an annoyed sigh and sat down to Steve’s bed.

- I guess you didn’t notice the others because of the pranks going on, but since a while a few people picked on me. I think they’re the same, or partly the same as the ones who got Craft, but I’m not sure. They couldn’t get me though, so they’re doing the small stuff; throwing food at me, ripping apart essays, making me trip and such.

Steve became confused.

- Why would they pick on you? And it gives me a hard time believing that you let yourself be bullied. You’re muscular! I mean for a girl. But it still looks good, don’t get me wrong...

- Got it, you don’t have to be embarassed – she said, but Steve was already red.

- It’s because of Stark; he took me for a trip, just before Craft got beaten – and late I found out, it was his ’dating-car’, and he only takes out girls on his dating-car whom he’s gonna... do, so his fangirls became angry. And I didn’t bother to tell them it was nothing. And I think they kinda took our mischief-fight as a lovers’ quarrel, so... I ended up in the kitchen’s compost. Could be worse.

- You could just tell them, there’s nothing going on betweet you, and Tony. If I’m not missing anything...

- Don’t you start too – Ban threatened. – The only thing between us is distance.

Steve was still looking at her patiently.

- Okay, but don’ tell Craft. Swear. It’s better this way; they’re busy annoying me, so they won’t attack Craft, or I hope so. She wasn’t bullied since that time, and I guess it’s because I became priority.

She was laughing perplexed, and she almost realised something she didn’t want to, so she just kept on laughing quietly, eyes closed, not to shed tears for unknown reason.

- And you’re the one talking about good friends – Steve said, and Ban wanted to contradict, but her voice cracked when Steve knelt before her and hugged her tightly. She bit her lips.

- No one, not even Craft knows, how lucky she is to have you as her friend – he whispered, and Ban hide her face in his shoulders. Steve sounded so honest, she couldn’t endure it.

- You really broke his nose? – Craft wanted to sound disapproving, but failed hard. She was ashamed of herself, but picturing Ban punching Tony so hard was amusing. And Bruce told them that he didn’t have any other problems, so she calmed down.

- He had it coming.

- Maybe you should apologise – said Natasha while polishing her nails. The three girls were in Natasha’s room, doing some kind of makeovers; mostly talking and eating cookies, with makeup on.

- I shouldn’t. Now tell me, why are we even here?

- Cause I have a single room?

Craft chuckled, rolled to her stomach and picked another biscuit from the plate.

- How come you’re not training with Clint? Last year you were always together.

- That was last year – Natasha blurted. – Now he’s spending more time with Bruce. In these few weeks I mostly practiced alone, though we have a competition coming up.

She angrily stuffed a creamcake in her mouth.

- Seriously, sometimes I think they’re dating.

Ban and Craft looked at her with eyes wide open, but Tasha started laughing and they joined.

- Like Clint could... – Ban started, but the words drowned in laughter as they imagined Clint’s on purpose ass-porn at training times.

- Come on, so you were dating?  - Craft asked curiously. It was never clear to no one.

- Nah – she waved. – He’s too much of an idiot for me to be together with him. We tried and it didn’t work out, I guess I just know him too well. I’m a kind of a barrier, so he won’t have a fan-camp like Tony has.

- I’m so curious how will they like his new nose – Ban said.

- Hopefully it will be just like the old one.

- In his place I’d wish for a new one.

- You’re very sarcastic today Rach – Natasha shook a bottle, if there’s anything inside, but it was empty. – Now, what to do with our weekend? I suppose you don’t want to stay in.

- I’m okay with staying in – Craft said reaching out for a book, but Tasha slapped her hand.

- No reading while I’m here. We could go for a ride to the canyon.

- If we had a car – Craft pointed out, and threw a wishful look at the book.

- Rach has a motor.

- Enough for two people. But hey, we could totally get one of Starks’. He has three or what cars in this city. All keys in his room.

- Why do you call him Stark? – Tasha asked. – Everyone calls him Tony. Literally everyone. Even some of the professors. He asked everyone he met to call him Tony.

- That’s exactly why I won’t call him by that name, end of story – Ban stood up. – Are we getting that car, or what?

Craft got on her feet too, but she didn’t seem happy.

- I think we might meet some surprise if we want to get to Tony’s stuff.

- Can’t help but agree with Annie in that – Tasha added, though she seemed more excited that worried.

- Nothing that Stark created can stop me, I’m a genious. Than it’s decided, we’re in this together! We could totally ask Steve, like, if he wanted to come...

- And we will never go anywhere, come on Rach, Steve wouldn’t agree to stealing Tony’s car!

- May I imply, that it’s because he’s the normal one? – Craft tried to make sense of them for the last time, but the other two were out of the room already. She ran after them, but before that she fueled up with cookies.

- It’s not stealing, it’s borrowing, and he won’t miss it, since he’s in hospital – Ban explained, not like Natasha needed any explanation; she already enjoyed it way too much.

- Why doesn’t the fact that he’s in hospital make me feel better?

- Come on Annie, he would give us a car if we asked, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.

- Then why can’t we ask?

- Or he can take it as a prank if he likes – Ban shrugged her shoulder, and opened the door to Stark’s room. She didn’t knock as she didn’t think that there was anyone in, and just walked in, but then stopped after a steps and stayed there stunned. She didn’t look back, but was sure that Craft and Tash were right behind her.

- Holy fucking shit! – Natasha exclaimed, and went through the girls. – Clint?!

The named boy looked up from Bruce, who was pretty much laying under him, went red, then white and then just raised an eyebrow with a cheeky smile.

- Knocking...?

- Holy fucking shit! – Natasha repeated. Clint got off Bruce and the other boy buttoned up his shirt immediately.

- You were totally making out – Ban said and covered Crafts eyes. – Don’t look sweetheart.

- Get off me! – the little girl shoved off the hand, and they finally got a hold of themselves.

- Yes, you were totally making out! – Natasha couldn’t get over it. – Clint, you’re not gay! I’m postive that you’re not gay! Oh my fucking shitty God, Bruce! You’re gay!

- Please shout louder Tash, in case someone missed the info – Bruce said seepeshly as he sat up on the bed next to Clint, who was not so careless now, after he realised what’s happening actually.

Ban kicked the door shut.

- What the actual fuck is actually going on in this fucking room? – she asked now that it was just them.

- They were making out – Craft verified.

- We weren’t – Clint denied. Everyone, even Bruce looked at him incredulously.

- You were – stated Ban again. The situation started to become very stupid.

- Okay, we were. Happy now?

- No! – Tasha cried out. – Why were you making out?!

They just stared at her in silence, then finally Clint opened his mouth.

- Did you just really ask this question, and waiting for an answer?

They just stood/sat there in awkward silence, until Craft noticed that she dropped her cookies and started to pick them up, and Ban sat down to the other bed, which was actually Stark’s, and continued eyeing the two boys.
Clint seemed just fine above the nervousness, but bruce was literally shivering.

- So... are you two dating?

- No... and yes – Clint said. – We’re not official.

- Are we gonna be official?

- Can you be official? – Natasha cut in again. – They would kill you if you went official. I told you, he’s an idiot, didn’t I? – she turned to the girls. Ban nodded, Craft just smiled and tried to enlighten the mood.

- Actually we only came for car keys.

- Wait, Tash, - Clint bliked in surprise, - you’re not mad?

Her eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms.

- I’m not sure. You could’ve just told me.

- It’s too complicated and too human for me – Ban hide her face in her palms. – All these feelings, can we just get the keys? I wanna go out. They’re gay, they’re making out, the ass-fanatic bitches can suck dicks, cause their idol is with another guy, now can we just get going?

- I’m not gay – Clint protested.

- Tell that to Bruce – Ban wasn’t convinced, but she didn’t actually care anymore, so she just went to the shelves and picked up a key. – I love this car.

- Does Tony... – Tash started, looking at Bruce, but his face streched and he almost started begging.

- No, he doesn’t know a thing, not about be, and definetely not about us, please don’t tell him anything, just...

- Okay, we’re not gonna screw with you, hold your horses! – Natasha backed. – Does anyone know?

- Now you three.

- Okay, we’re keeping your secrets, now get the hell outta here girls, okay? – Ban said loudly and set off to the door.

- He’s throwing a party as soon as he gets out of the hospital – Bruce told them. – Just so you know.

When they looked back at them, he just shrugged his shoulder.

- He will invite you too. All of you.

- I don’t need no party, everyday is a party with me – Ban said and walked out, spinning the keys.

Tony was more than surprised when he woke up and saw Steve beside his bed. Bruce and Clint had stayed with him until the doctors took him in for the small operation, and he didn’t expect them to wait for his waking, and he certainly didn’t expect Steve to show up. They were only tlking since a few days; a week maybe, true, they talked a lot in that week.

- ’morning – Steve greeted. – Feeling okay?

- Yeah – he didn’t even had strange voice, just a plastic-form on his nose to protect it.

- They said it will be fine, just don’t run into walls.

- I can promise that – Tony smiled, but it melt down quickly. – How’s Scarlett?

Steve was surprised at the question, but tried to make a joke of it.

- Well, she obviously doesn’t have a broken nose...

- She just didn’t seem fine – he was suddenly concerned. – I didn’t set up that whatever it was for her...

- She knows.

- Wow, really?

- Yeah. She just got angry at you laughing at her.

Tony laid back satisfied.

- That’s good news. You know what? I’m throwing a party when they let me out, I’ve already told Bruce, though I’m not sure he took it seriously... A party’s a good idea. It always is. I’m inviting you too. And the girls. Everyone. Coming?

He didn’t even wait for Steve’s answer, like he was afraid of it.

- Please come. I want Craft to be there too, and she will come if you come too, and I will invite a bunch of others too, you can get to know others, all kinds of people, and I know I can rely on you, you won’t let me do anything stupid, so...

- That actually sounds selfish. I though Bruce is the one you can rely on.

- I may be selfish, I never denied it. Bruce is my best friend, yes, though this year he hardly spends his freetime with me, but it’s his time, so I don’t have a word in it, and it’s really not the topic now, and he’s invited too, I just want you to say you’re coming too.

- I don’t like parties – Steve sighed, but beckoned, when tony opened his mouth again. – but I’ll go. I’m not saying anything about staying though. If I don’t like it, I’ll leave, okay?

- Sure. I’ll keep it in the mansion, I - okay, my father - ha ve a mansion in town, and you’ll see, perfect for parties.