The two of you hated one another.

Okay— scratch that, he hated you. You didn’t give a fuck. But you weren’t going to let an old man with an attitude be a dick to you.

He’d go out of his way to fuck with you, and you’d do the same. And the pettiness seemed to be never ending between the two of you.

The things you’ve done included, but weren’t limited to: Tripping him when he walked away from the briefing table after the team had to be sat there for hours.

Replacing the sugar in the kitchen with salt and or baking soda, just to ruin his coffee.

And almost putting Nair into his shampoo. Wanda stopped you before you could. So you put pink glitter instead.

He would put the things you reached for often on the top shelves in the kitchen, on top of the fridge, and once he taped your mascara onto the ceiling.

So you’d put the things he would reach for often on the floor, so he had to crouch his 6 foot ass down to pick it up, and his knees would creak.

And once the team caught on, they began keeping you two apart.

But this mission seemed to be an exception.

You were both exhausted.

It was suppose to be easy, but that never seemed to happen, did it?

So the two of you went to a SHIELD safe house.

And this house looked like it was stuck in the fucking seventies. You could probably find cocaine around here if you looked hard enough.

You let yourself fall onto the bed you’d have to be sharing, a groan leaving your lips.

“Get up.” He rolled his eyes, “You’re filthy, don’t get the bed dirty.”

“Fuck off.” You sighed, standing off the bed, the tight suit you had on making you even more stiff.

“Jesus, can you not be a normal person for 10 minutes?”

“We’re Avengers, we are like….. the furthest from normal you can get.” You said, your face blank as you looked at him.

He rolled his eyes harder, taking his tactical vest off, dropping it in the floor.