Author's Note:
Sorry for the long wait! By the way, I am open to suggestions!
Tony handed out small, pink slips of paper and an assortment of different pens to the group. They all took them and observed each of the categories; hair, eyes, humour, kindness, nose, legs. Steve couldn't help but blush at the thought of having to rate everyone. Tony, however, couldn't control his laughter.
"So, we have to rate each other?" Bruce asked for the third time.
"Yes! Haven't any of you watched Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging?" Tony asked.
"Have you?" Natasha asked. Tony didn't answer and instead just cleared his throat.
Then, the game began. In silence, they scribbled on their sheets, sometimes sneakily peering over at someone else's, only just to be disappointed. Finally, when all the writing was done, they shared their results.
"So, who is everyone's highest for eyes?" Thor asked.
"Me," Tony said.
"Tony!" Bruce said.
"What? Okay, Thor!"
"Steve," said Nat.
"Nat," said Steve.
"Tony," said Bruce.
"Steve," said Clint.
Nat," said Thor.
"Um, guys, what is wrong with my eyes?" Clint asked.
"Now, legs?" Tony asked.
"Nat."
"Nat."
"Nat."
"Nat."
"Nat."
"Thor," concluded Natasha.
"My legs are fantastic..." Clint said.
"Hair?" Bruce asked.
"Tony."
"Tony."
"Tony."
"Tony."
"Tony."
"Me," said Tony.
"Seriously, guys, do you all hate me or something?" asked Clint.
"Humour?" Nat said.
"Tony."
"Tony."
"Tony."
"Tony."
"Tony."
"Me again!" said Tony.
"I actually think I'm kinda funny..."
"Kindness?" Steve asked.
"Steve."
"Bruce."
"Steve."
"Bruce.
"Steve."
"Bruce."
"I actually find myself very kind," Clint added.
Nose?" Clint grunted.
"Thor, he has a godly nose!" Nat admitted.
"Agreed," chimed the rest except for Thor and Clint (Clint had given up).
There was a long silence.
"You know what? This isn't fun, guys! First, I saw more of Thor that I ever want to. Second, I had a row with Katniss! Third, you find out my secret love of bananas. And now... nobody appreciates my legs! I'm out of here!" Clint shouted, running out of the room.
There was the second long silence.
"What's his problem?"
The group looked up to see Maria Hill poking her head around the door. Tony had an idea.
"Hey, Maria... how 'bout a slumber party? We were about to play makeovers."