Steve sat down at the modern white island in the middle of the kitchen with that morning's newspaper and a mug of coffee. The coffee looked like it might not be too great, but he couldn't figure out how on earth the dang "Keurig" coffee maker worked. Tony had shown it to him once, showing how all you did was pour in a cup of water, stick in this small plastic cup, and press a button, but it still didn't make sense to him. He opened the paper up and started reading while sipping the steaming coffee. Not before too long, Tony shuffled into the kitchen yawning and stretching his arms into the air.

"Mornin', Cap." He opened up the refrigerator and slid a few things around until he found what he wanted- a carton of milk.

Steve replied with a curt nod of his head and said, "Stark." He returned to his reading of the paper.

"Anything good?" Tony asked, mouth full of the cereal he had just poured.

"Not really. Just fatality totals and the sum of money the city is going to have to pay to repair all the damage done from the battle. We made the front page." Steve said, turning around the paper to show Tony the picture of all of the Avengers in the middle of the rubble.

Tony snatched the paper from Steve's grasp and looked at it in confusion. Turning towards Steve he exclaimed, "How on earth do they even get these photos? I think if I was a normal person in New York at that time, I would have been trying to get the hell out of there, not pulling out my camera for a snapshot." He rolled his eyes at the thought of some tourist running through the streets with a digital camera to get a snapshot of The Avengers to show off to their friends when they returned home.

Steve just shrugged his shoulders and grabbed the paper back, turning to the next page and reading on. Tony went to the sink to put his empty cereal bowl in the sink. Natasha walked in and in a surprisingly good mood said, "Goooood morning, gentlemen." Tony replied with a quick, "Morning" and left the kitchen. Steve looked up to reply and choked on the coffee he was gulping down at the moment. Natasha was in a bright purple sports bra, short black spandex shorts, and striped fuzzy socks. He was shocked that she would be seen so scantily dressed! Dames definitely didn't dress like that from the time he came from. "You aren't in that time anymore though, Steve. This isn't the forties anymore. This is 2012." He thought. After regaining control of his voice from his choking fit, he meekly replied, "G'morning, Miss Romanoff."

Natasha was searching for something to eat in the refrigerator and acted like she hadn't noticed Steve stifling his shock at her apparel. She pushed things around in the fridge for a bit before finally settling for a premade smoothie. Turning from the fridge she went to the sleek white cabinets on the other wall and pulled out a tall glass. She shook up the smoothie and tried not to act like she knew Steve was still staring at her is disbelief while pouring it into the glass. "Well the guy has to get used to 2012 sometime. I might as well help him along." Natasha thought to herself. She went over to the tall stool next to the Captain and sat down pulling her legs up and balancing cross-legged on the squishy cushion. Sipping a bit of smoothie, she looked over to Steve. He was intently staring at the newspaper and avoiding looking at her. "Rogers, you're obviously not reading. Your eyes have been staring at the same headline for the past 10 seconds."

Steve quickly blushed, a light pink hue showing up in his cheeks. He looked up at her and said, Sorry. I-I'm just not used to all of…" He paused. She raised her eyebrow. "…this." He said, motioning to her clothes.

She tried to stifle her laughter caused from the perplexed expression on his face. "It's just gonna take time, Steve."

Steve. She hadn't ever called him Steve before. "Stop it! Stop it, Steve. She doesn't like you. She likes Barton." He reprimanded himself and shook his head, looking away. She just reminded him of Peggy so much. He couldn't help but have some sort of feelings for her.

Natasha took another gulp of smoothie and sat the glass down. Clint walked in, rubbing his eyes. "Hey, guys."

Steve noticed the immediate change in Natasha's body language the moment Clint walked into the room. It seemed to immediately perk up.

Natasha laughed lightly at Clint's drowsy disposition, "Tough night?"

"Couldn't sleep. At all." Clint sighed.

Steve folded up his paper and put his empty coffee mug in the sink. "I'm headed down to the training center. See ya." He left before Natasha or Clint could say any goodbyes.

"What's up with him?" Clint asked.

Natasha had an idea, but instead just shrugged. "I don't know."

She swallowed the last bit of her smoothie and hopped up from the bar stool. She made her way over to Clint with a little bounce in her step. He was over at the stove scrambling some eggs. She came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her face into his strong, sculpted back. He smiled at her embrace and turned from his work to kiss her lightly on the forehead. "You're in a rather jovial mood this morning, Tash." She shrugged and let him go a pushed off of the floor so that she was seated on the counter of the island parallel to him. He returned to his work, turning off the burner and scooping the eggs onto a plate. He sat them down on the counter next to her and leaned against it, scooping up a heaping spoonful into his mouth.

"You're a pig, Barton." She teased, laughing.

"Whaaaat?" He said, mouth full of half-chewed eggs.

She gave him a you're-kidding-right? look and elbowed him in the arm. He swallowed and scooted over to her, wrapping his arms around her back and closing the space between their faces. He kissed her and she wrapped her legs around him, deepening the kiss. Her hands slid into his short cropped hair on the back of his head.

"Eh-hem." Someone fake coughed. Natasha and Clint quickly tore apart, both turning red at being caught in the act. It was Bruce. He just stood there awkwardly for a moment before finding the right workds. "I, uh, didn't want to...to interrupt, I'm just really hungry…"

"It's fine, Banner. Just…don't tell Stark, ok?"

"Of course, of course!" He replied, not wanting to think about what the two master assassins looking at him at the moment would do to him if he told…

"I'm…gonna go get dressed…" Natasha said, leaping gracefully off the counter and exiting the kitchen.

Once he was sure she was out of hearing range, Bruce asked, "So…you and Natasha, huh?" while putting some toast into the toaster.

Clint just nodded and smirked, the pink finally fading from his scruffy cheeks.

"Sorry to leave you alone, but I'm headed to the archery range. I'll see you later, Bruce."

"That's fine, I'm used to it…" Bruce mumbled as Clint left the kitchen. He sat down with his toast and opened the paper up just in time to here and huge crash and "STARK!" exclaimed by an angry voice. He sighed, thinking, "Well living here is at least better than living in Calcutta…"