Shang-Chi had fought assassins, trained with the finest warriors, and literally battled a soul-sucking dragon—but somehow, talking to you was the thing that made him lose all coordination.

Which is why, when he tried to casually lean against the doorway of the Avengers common room—cool, effortless, like some kind of action hero—his elbow completely missed the frame.

And he ate it.

One second, he was standing. The next, he was on the floor, blinking up at the ceiling, questioning every decision he had ever made.

Silence. Then—your face appeared above him, barely holding back laughter.

Shang-Chi groaned, covering his face with one hand. “Okay. So that looked bad, but in my defense—” He sat up too fast and immediately bumped his head against the coffee table.

A long pause. Another groan. He just flopped back down in defeat. “Cool. Yeah. Let’s pretend none of this happened.”

Too bad you were already laughing. And, honestly? If it meant seeing that smile, maybe it was totally worth the humiliation.