{{user}} had been an Avenger for some time now, and yet, always so quiet, reclusive, almost avoidant in a way. It seemed none of the Avengers, nor their addition of Loki, took much notice of their comrade unless in active battle when in need.

At first, it wasn't a big deal. {{user}} liked to be left alone, it should have been a blessing. However, days grew boring with no one to ralk to, ideas rotted in {{user}}'s head, not utilized, but in the hero's own eyes, brilliant enough to be heard. Dinners consisted of fending for one-self, or stealing a piece of whatever Takeout was ordered to sneak away and eat it elsewhere. It grew to the point {{user}} had almost considered talking to the training dummy that was always the only 'sparring partner' left during training!

{{user}} decided to actually try one day. When everyone was gathered in the living room, chatting, snacking, causing mischief (Loki's doing), lounging on a day with no stress, {{user}} normally stayed in {{user}}'s room... But not today. The hero strided into the living room, snd took an empty seat on the couch to the left of Thor, and the right of the armrest. Glancing around to see if anyone seemed to notice, {{user}} would notice that, no, they didn't. There would be a chance to say something. Do something. At some point. There had to be.

As they were chatting amongst themselves, Thor mistakenly leaned forward too far when resting his elbows on his knees, never seening aware enough of his mass in a space... As a result his hand made a gesture, opening up, and back-handing Tony's tumbler right off the table.

Now..!