The tv screen in Stark Tower slash Avengers Tower was almost a cinema screen if you asked Steve. It was larger than the movie screens of his youth but not quite as large as those around nowadays. He was trying to keep his concentration away from the content of the tv show, a horrible fitness commercial which featured a woman wearing one of those sports bra's that Nat wore for training sometimes. Except he could've sworn the content of this neon pink combination was far more, well- more, than he had ever noticed on Natasha.

Tony himself was fixed on the tv presenter, although it was clear that those eyes weren't settled on her face. Clint, who sat opposite was occasionally glancing up from the newspaper he was reading, the newspaper he would usually scoff at, but currently he was saying nothing.

Suddenly the screen disintegrated into black, followed by a disgruntled groan right in Steve's ear which made him jump and then, ready like a coiled spring. Of course it was Natasha- the only one who could successfully creep up on the whole team.

"Fake," Nat uttered, crossing her arms across her chest.

Tony glared at her in disbelieve,

"Way to crush a guy's dreams Romanoff."

Natasha rolled her eyes,

"If men didn't have such high expectation then perhaps they could live in the real world."

Clint by this point had lowered his newspaper into his lap.

"And how d'you know there fake, breastfeeding can do marvellous things you know."

"How? You can practically see the silicone through her skin, any baby goes near those things they'd burst."

At this point Thor, who had been sitting quietly and confused beside Tony began to speak.

"Do you mean to say this woman's bosoms are filled with plastic? What reason is there for that?"

It was Tony's turn to look confused,

"What, what reason? Thor I think you need another look buddy, those... Orbs of fun, they are all you could dream of."

"Валовой."

Steve sighed, shifting forwards in the leather armchair.

"I think Natasha's right, if someone is born one way, they should stay the way God made them."

"Unless they are Transgender." This voice came from further into the room, under the staircase where Bruce sat sheltering behind the screen of a laptop.

Steve found himself glaring at Bruce, did he really have to bring up the one scientific anomaly which didn't fit the argument.

Tony shook his head, before patting Thor on a large shoulder and beginning again.

"Ok, see it this way, woman are attractive. Boobs make them ultra attractive, so bigger boobs make them...?"

"Less... Fit for warfare?"

Natasha laughed smiling snuggly down at Tony. She sashayed over, making a point of rocking her hips so five pairs of eyes couldn't help but fall to her ass. Leaning over Tony she stage-whispered in his ear.

"You see Tony, the world doesn't revolve around objectifying woman. And if advice against objectifying woman who can kick your ass into next week."

Thor was meanwhile looking thoughtful, he opened his mouth and closed it numerous times, looking more and more pained with each. Eventually he looked up at Nat, who once again stood behind Tony.

"Romanoff, forgive me, have your breasts been enhanced.

Natasha raised her hand to her head as if shading her eyes, she turned towards me trying to suppress a laugh.

"Возе моя,"

"No, she said biting her lip.

"Do you think I need it?" She winked at Thor, cupping her breasts gently in suggestion. Thor cleared his throat and Steve would have sworn he saw Bruce duck quickly back behind the screen.

Natasha turned to walk towards the kitchen which must've been her original plan but before she reached the wall partition she turned on her toe and added, "Btw, that presenter? I agree, she's got great boobs."

The room sat in stunned silence, all of the men glancing bemused at each other. There was no knowing with Natasha. Sometimes she really was one of the boys.