Liability....ASSEMBLE!!

                                    

                                          
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a/n: not me getting inspired by a 'If Avengers were real' meme/trend. Hope this make ya giggle a lil bit lol
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The warm glow from the ceiling lights bathed the common room of the Avengers compound in a cozy amber hue.
 A large screen took up one side with couches and recliners strewn with blankets and cushions taking the other—the rustle of popcorn bags, gentle clatter of soda cans on tables.
Vision had meticulously set everything up for the bi-monthly movie night; and it seems his insistence (in the name of strengthening team camaraderie) on these was paying off.
Sounds of muted conversations filled the area as the group decompressed from the chaos that often defined their lives.
Peter bounced in place as he settled himself onto the couch, his eyes gleaming with excitement. 
 "Aunt May actually let me come this time since I've been doing great in school," he declared, his grin wide and unabashed.
Tony, lounging back with a glass of something suspiciously amber in color, raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Kid if great means a C in physics, we need to talk."
Peter's face flushed slightly as he stammered, "H-hey! It's an A-minus actually."
Sam, lounging comfortably with a bowl of pretzels balanced on one knee, snorted and added, "Don't worry Parker. We'll make sure to remind you of that every time you pause the movie to point out what they got wrong."
Peter looked even more embarrassed. "I only did that twice...." He weakly tried to defend himself causing the two men to laugh.
Sitting on another separate furniture was Thor.
"Enough of this school talk! Let me tell you of the time I faced the mighty frost giant of Jotunheim!" The God of Thunder waves a drink in the air as his booming voice echoes.
His unoccupied arm was draped across Loki's shoulders, a silent reminder to the trickster god that mischief had its limits tonight. 
Loki rolled his eyes with a scoff and folds his arms. "Must you always tell that story brother?" 
Vision, oblivious to the banter, hovered near the screen, adjusting the settings for optimal viewing quality.
Wanda sat near him, her fingers idly flicking through the air making small shapes out of glowing red energy, her expression relaxed.
Bucky, quiet as ever, had hesitantly settled into an armchair next to Steve. Though the wounds of the past had scarred them all, a fragile truce held in place.
Steve's blue eyes softened as he caught Bucky's glance, offering a subtle nod of reassurance.
Bruce approaches the ex-Winter Soldier and hands over a can of soda with a small smile of understanding as he sits next to Clint.
Bucky timidly accepts and nod in thanks, his shoulders slowly relaxing as he took in the scene—it felt almost normal.
Almost.