Hey guys! This is my first fanfic ever! *cheers* I really want to know how I did with this little prelude, so constructive criticism is welcomed! But please, if you are going to flame, take that mess somewhere else. I don't need that.

If you see any movie details, or some grammar that needs fixing, TELL ME!

Reviews are appreciated.

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It was a normal day in Stark Tower.

Scratch that; it was a normal day for them in Stark Tower. Nothing was ever really normal anymore. The current residents of the tower were as follows: a time warped Super-soldier who didn't know his way around a toaster, a world class spy who had fifteen different ways to kill you mapped out before she reached for her coffee, another world class spy who made Katniss Everdeen look like a girl scout, a brilliant scientist who happened to have a rage monster of death lurking under his skin, a Norse god with family issues, and a genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist with a Glo-stick stuck to his chest. Perfect roomies.

After the incident with Loki and the near destruction of Manhattan, the rest of the Avengers had (somewhat reluctantly) moved in with Tony Stark, and with all the super-sized personalities around here, there was bound to be some tension. Most of which revolved around Tony.

Steve had long ago come to the conclusion that Tony's "super-power" wasn't the Iron Man suit, and it wasn't his complete genius. It was his inane ability to make anyone lose their minds. Nick Fury better be OK with being one teammate down next time the Avengers were called upon because Steve wasn't too sure that Tony was going to make it. Like right now.

Steve let out a long-suffering sigh, and moved from the kitchen and his newspaper, to the lavish living room, where the billionaire in question was pressed down into the carpet, arms twisted behind his back, with an irate Black Widow pinning him down, spewing curses in Russian. Clint was almost falling off the couch with laughter as his woman systematically took down the Iron Man. Between Tony's yelps of pain, Natasha's snarls, and Clint's howls of mirth, Steve felt a headache build behind his eyes. "Stop it!" he ordered shortly.

Natasha glared up at him, and slowly let go of Tony, who stood quickly rolling his shoulders. "Thanks Capsicle."

Steve shot him a look. "What is going on here?"

"I am one-hundred percent victim here, Cap! She just jumped me!"

Natasha swore again and made to dive at him, but Steve blocked her path. He looked from the furious Natasha to Clint who was wiping tears of mirth from his eyes, bow lying forgotten next to him. "Clint?" Steve asked.

"All I know is, I was working on my bow, Tony slapped Natasha's ass, and Tony was on the ground." He hooted again at the look on Tony's face.

Steve sighed. It was going to be one of those days.

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A/N: this story will have Tony's reactor fizzing out. Any ideas on how he is going to explain the Reactor to the rest of the team? In a group? Individiually?