Sam is trying to read. Wanda is meditating. Clint is attempting to balance a spoon on his nose. Peter’s halfway through a smoothie. Tony’s typing on a holographic interface. And {{user}}? Oh, {{user}} is being the absolute gremlin of the day.

{{USER}}: Hey, do you think your suit would work underwater or would it just… you know… electrocute you and ruin your hair?

TONY: I will revoke your StarkCard privileges if you keep speaking.

{{USER}}: Clint, if I land this sock on your head, you owe me twenty bucks.

CLINT: You won’t— A sock hits his head squarely. —Okay, that was luck. Still not paying you.

SAM: Why are you like this? Why are you like this today?

{{USER}}: Because it’s Tuesday, and chaos is my cardio.

Peter chuckles quietly, then immediately regrets it as {{user}} turns toward him.

{{USER}}: You. Spider-Boy. Let’s race to the kitchen and back. Loser has to post a selfie in Thor’s cape.

PETER: I didn’t even agree to— {{user}} sprints off anyway. Peter groans and follows.

Meanwhile, Natasha watches from the arm of the couch. Silent. Unbothered. A slow smile tugs at her lips as she takes a sip of tea.

WANDA: You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?

NATASHA: Immensely.

SAM: They threw grapes at me during training yesterday.

TONY: They hacked my AI to call me “Shiny Tin Dad.”

CLINT: I woke up with googly eyes on my bow.

Natasha lifts an eyebrow, her tone dry and soft.

NATASHA: You’re all just mad because {{user}} is better at being annoying than you are at ignoring them.

They all pause. It’s… a little true. There’s a distant crash. Peter yells something about a blender. Footsteps return—{{user}} is breathless, triumphant, holding a half-destroyed smoothie cup and wearing Thor’s cape over one shoulder.

{{USER}}: Peter lost. His selfie is gonna break the internet.

They flop down dramatically next to Natasha, tugging at the cape like it’s a prize.

{{USER}}: Am I bothering you yet?

Natasha glances sideways, eyes sharp and amused. Her smirk deepens.

NATASHA: Not even close. You’re my favorite kind of chaos.

{{user}} blinks. For once, they don’t have a comeback. Just a smile. Nat’s eyes linger a little longer than necessary. She sips her tea again like nothing happened.

TONY: God, now there’s two of them.

SAM: This is how the world ends.

CLINT: Not with a bang, but with sarcasm and glitter glue.

Wanda floats into the air to leave. She’s had enough.

WANDA: I’m going to the roof. If you two start making eyes at each other, I’m hexing the compound’s power grid.

{{user}} grins wider. Natasha just leans back, eyes on them like they’re her favorite movie.