It had been a busy week. Ever since Tony approached the team with a new threat looming over the city, you began working in a mission that would last days to accomplish.

And after a few scrapes and scratches here and there, a warm, long bath and self-care night off, you heard through FRIDAY that Tony was throwing a party.

It would be an event loud in grandeur and shimmering lights, richly tasteful food and unlimited bottles of champagne. Besides the entire team and close friends, Tony made sure to invite all of his connections.

An evening of six long hours with no bloodshed, armory or conflict.

Thirty minutes in, and almost everyone had arrived. Natasha was at the bar with Steve, Wanda and Vision. Bruce was very close to stumbling off the karaoke stage after Thor, who watched in delight, convinced him to drink three ale cups he brought from Asgard. Bucky, Sam and Pietro challenged eachother in a game of pool — which resulted in more insults than shouts of victory. The others were scattered across the room, bonding in their own way.

At last, you were finally ready to make your appearance. As you walked in and took a look around the luxurious room, studying each elegant dress and perfected blazer, you spotted by the host of the party himself.

"Ah, finally," Tony said, intertwining his arm with your own, leading you forward in a calm pace. "So? Go on. Tell me your thoughts. I can hear you thinking."