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No one was allowed to miss film night. It was a weekly tradition that they had made when they had all found themselves huddled around the TV watching Disney’s: Peter Pan. Now every time before the film started, a genre was picked out of Tony’s Iron Man helmet at random, and who ever picked it, got to choose the film for the following week. Much to his disappointment, Bruce had ended up picking horror.
Natasha could hardly wait, and it made last week’s Western theme tolerable. That and trying to see how many pieces of popcorn she could put on Maria’s head until her adorable when angry girlfriend, noticed; the answer by the way was 13. It was almost 14 but that piece of popcorn fell onto Maria’s lap, making her look down…and well, she noticed.
The rule however, had apparently been thrown out the window this week. Bruce was away on a mission – so he had emailed over his choice of film, while Thor wasn’t actually on the planet any more, so naturally, the boys were excused. Yet, despite this being her favourite genre, Natasha was nowhere to bee seen, so Tony took it upon himself to find her and drag her to the film night.
When Tony returned to the lounge alone, two bottles of red wine in hand, Clint, Wanda and Steve all looked at him. Wanda raised a questioning eyebrow.
“You caught Maria and Natasha having sex, didn’t you?” Clint said, happily taking the wine from Tony.
“Thankfully not.” He replied.
“Where is she then?” Steve questioned, scooting over on the sofa to make room for him.
“Well, I tried to make her come. Coaxed her and everything. But she seemed to preoccupied with the punching back in front of her…”
“And then what…?” Wanda asked.
“She hit me.”
The film was about half way through. Wanda was nestled between Steve and Clint; huddled under her own fluffy blanket and was currently using it to cower behind at a particularly scary scene. Steve had his legs stretched on the table and an arm draped comfortably behind Wanda. Clint finished the last of the wine, dribbling some accidentally onto his shirt while Tony watched the film between his fingers. He wasn’t one for horror films and wasn’t very keen about being sat on the end.
“I don’t like it!” Wanda yelled, flinching as a woman ran screaming straight at the camera. Clint just laughed as he grabbed the last bottle of wine and groaned when nothing came out.
“Guys not to scare you even more but we’re out of wine.” The archer said.
“I’ll go,” Steve whispered, “I need a loo break anyway.”
He got to his feet, grabbed the bottles and quietly left the room just as another jump scare appeared on the screen. He laughed to himself.
As the film got further on, the more intense it got. Tony had now moved over so he was exactly next to Wanda and was now using the end of her blanket to hide behind while Wanda subconsciously huddled closer to Clint.
“There’s a jump scare coming…there’s totally a jump scare coming.” Tony mumbled behind the blanket. And then suddenly, as a lady began screaming on the T.V., the back two windows burst open; cold air and screams quickly filled the room.
“I KNEW IT!” Tony yelled, jumping on Wanda as she and Clint span round; Wanda’s hand emitting a red glow while Clint was poised ready with his empty wine glass.
“Stark, get off me.” Wanda said, trying to wiggle out of his iron grasp but if anything it made him grip tighter. Clint patted around for the remote behind him and paused the film as he stood up.
“The timing on that.” He said, quickly walking over to the windows and shutting them. “That has never happened before.” Clint laughed.
“Yeah, it’s hysterical, Barton.” Tony replied, who had finally released Wanda and kneeling on the sofa, facing Clint. Wanda copied.
“Make sure they’re locked.” She said. “I don’t think my heart can take it if they do that again.”
Clint rattled it, to prove that they were indeed shut tight and it seemed to put Wanda at ease.
“Thank you,”
“Where the hell is Rogers and that wine? I’m gonna need a lot more alcohol to get through this film.” Tony said quickly. He turned back around threw himself backwards, falling head over heels over the back of the sofa, legs dangling pitifully in the air. “FUCK!”
Clint’s body jolted as if he’d been electrocuted at Tony’s sudden outburst. He quickly turned around, watching as Wanda jumped into the air, a small shriek leaving her mouth. Her hands dug into the sofa, fingernails nearly ripping through the leather material.
A very smug looking Natasha stood in front of them, hands resting on her hips.
“Get a bell, woman!” Tony groaned, hands covering his face as he still lay on the floor.
“I’m sorry,” Natasha rested her hand over her heart. “I didn’t mean to scare all of you.”
Clint narrowed his eyes.
Natasha continued. “What’s made you all jumpy anyway? Rec isn’t that scary.” She bent down, grabbed a few pieces of popcorn from the bowl and popped one into her mouth. She raised an eyebrow at the people before her. “Or is there another reason why you’re all on edge? Anything you want to tell me?”
Tony, by this point, had finally managed to get back to his feet. He shook his head.
“It was a very tense part.” He said.
Natasha just hummed in agreement, eyes now resting on Wanda.
“I hope the boys are being nice to you.”
The brunette quickly nodded.
“Enjoying the film nights?”
“Yes, they are a lot of fun. It was my turn to pick the type of film.” Wanda smiled.
“What did you choose?”
“Spy fiction.”
“How fitting. I look forward to your choice of film, Wanda.”
Natasha’s eyes went to Clint.
“Are you going to stay over there all night?”
“Why haven’t you been here? You’re not due for another mission so you have no excuse.”
“I’m going out drinking with Maria.” Natasha changed the topic.
“Where’s our invite?” Clint asked. “I wouldn’t mind a couple of drinks.”
“You didn’t get one. Have any of you guys Rogers? He owes me money 50 bucks.”
“Why?” Both Clint and Tony asked her.
Natasha just shrugged.
“I better go guys. Enjoy the rest of your film.”
She winked at Wanda and then went for the door but stopped just as she opened it.
“Oh and guys, next time you try scaring someone, try and not be so obvious. You do work for SHIELD after all.”
And with that, Natasha left the room in search for her well-earned money.