hey guys(:

so, this is a collection of drabbles about little moments that brought the avengers closer together. I wrote one other fluffly little teamfic before this and it was a lot of fun, so i figured i'd give it another go. holy crap i can't type today. you can't imagine how much trouble i had writing this sentence -_-

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Enjoy!

They made dinner on Thursday nights.

Thursday was just a day that they very rarely had anything to get done, so instead of their usual frozen entrees or separate plans, they all got together and actually made something.

Steve and Bruce did most of the work, really. Clint took care of the salad. Natasha would sit on the counter, in between Clint and the stove, occasionally stirring something and assembling alcohols, because she usually made drinks. Bartending was a common skill to pick up as an assassin, oddly enough. Tony would lean against the doorframe, waiting for someone to give him instructions and watching Thor gleefully set the table.

Natasha didn't trust any of them, except perhaps Clint. She'd learned the hard way that it was better that way. Bruce walked around on tiptoes, thinking he shouldn't be there. Steve was sure that in this new, frightening world, no one needed Captain America. Tony felt like a failure, unworthy of everything he had. Thor would look around him and feel out of place, and not a day went by that he didn't think of home. And Clint waited patiently for them all to turn their backs on him.

Thursday dinners were an unspoken ritual, but a ritual all the same, and they could all use a bit of normalcy.

Chapter 2 will be up soon(: