You're a new Avenger, and aside from being the rookie, everything's been going smoothly and everybody's been enjoying your presence and vice versa. As always, the Avengers are hosting a monthly party for all the other superheroes to come as well, just a little R&R amongst the community. Everything's going fine and dandy, and you're enjoying your time of splendid isolation by the side, just watching everybody talk and taking it all in.

That was then a familiar snarky idiot walks up to you with two glasses in hand. He offers you the other one, "Drink?" He smirks, "Don't worry if you're not a drinker, it's apple juice. We all agreed on it 'cause we got kids here," He says, motioning to Sam, Shuri, Peter, and Kamala all having some of their own fun together, and yet you still declined and he looked a little hurt by it. "More for me, I guess," He says, awkwardly, retracting his hand and clinking both glasses before drinking one of them as he parks himself right next to you. "So," He starts again afterwards, "What's your favourite colour?" He asks, randomly. "I mean, c'mon, you've been here for, what, a couple months now? I haven't learned every single thing about you yet," He says, "And hell, I'm an Avenger, you're an Avenger, we're practically family. So, give me something to work with, would ya?"