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shanachie_quilldaria234 on May 1st, 2014 01:32 am (local)
Marvel Cinematic Universe, any, someone you wouldn't expect hosts a great Sunday brunch, with lots of fun guests
They all received the same text that morning Be at my apartment at eleven am or I’ll hurt you in our next training session.
The reaction they had upon receiving it varied depending on who it was, but they all knew they would arrive at the appointed hour. All of them had a healthy respect for Natasha’s abilities.
Knowing better than to sneak into an assassin’s apartment, even a supposedly former assassin’s, they used the front door; ringing the bell downstairs and waiting for the chestnut beauty to buzz them up.
Upstairs Natasha was dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a navy tank top. While her hair could be changed (and was) and her eyes could be changed (and were when she needed to), her skin was not so easily changed. She was more relaxed than most of the others had seen her before and greeted each of them with a hug or a kiss on the cheek.
“What’s going on, Natasha?” they each asked or some variation of the question as they arrived.
“I’ll explain when everyone’s here,” she assured them.
Finally her apartment was filled with the sounds of conversation and nine other people, all chatting and laughing as they found seats around the living room. When Natasha saw that they’d all arrived, she stepped into the center of the room. “I know most of you are wondering why I asked you to breakfast,” she started.
“Not wondering and you ordered,” Clint broke in.
Darcy threw a roll at Clint, who caught it in midair and took a bite out of it. “Let Natasha talk,” the former intern ordered.
The former red head smiled at her friend and for once there wasn’t an edge of malice or bite to the expression. “Its fine, Darcy,” she told the younger girl. She looked around the room, taking in the positions of the group.
Jane and Darcy were sharing a loveseat with Sharon in the arm chair next to them. Bruce was seated on the other side of Jane and the two scientists had almost immediately fallen into a discussion about the Einstein-Rosen Bridge, although they broke off when Natasha began speaking. Steve, Bucky, and Sam had commandeered the couch with the three former soldiers seeming to sprawl out as if fighting their ingrained training to sit properly. Maria had taken one of the two remaining overstuffed chairs while Clint perched on the extra-wide window sill; something that Natasha was clearly used to him doing since she didn’t even give him a second glance.
“So why did you call us all here?” Clint asked when Natasha just continued surveying the group.
“We’ve had some upheaval and some changes. We’re still reeling from…” She glanced at Steve. “What Steve, Sam, and I did and then finally finding Bucky.” She nodded at the man who was better known in this time as the Winter Soldier. “I thought we deserved some relaxation and some food.”
Natasha motioned towards the dining room where they could all see the table almost groaning under platters of eggs, sausages, bacon, ham, pastries, pop-tarts, and fruit. Boxes of cereal were lined up neatly along the sideboard, and a bowl of kasha was steaming alongside other hot cereal. A coffee urn and tea pot stood off to one side with carafes of orange and apple juices next to them.
Bucky and Steve exchanged glances at the sight of all the food and Natasha added, “We’ll donate whatever we don’t eat to the shelter.”
“This is a good idea,” Steve told her.
“Well there’s plenty of food… and we have decent company,” Natasha said, motioning to the dining room. “Be my guest.”
Marvel Cinematic Universe, any, someone you wouldn't expect hosts a great Sunday brunch, with lots of fun guests
They all received the same text that morning Be at my apartment at eleven am or I’ll hurt you in our next training session.
The reaction they had upon receiving it varied depending on who it was, but they all knew they would arrive at the appointed hour. All of them had a healthy respect for Natasha’s abilities.
Knowing better than to sneak into an assassin’s apartment, even a supposedly former assassin’s, they used the front door; ringing the bell downstairs and waiting for the chestnut beauty to buzz them up.
Upstairs Natasha was dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a navy tank top. While her hair could be changed (and was) and her eyes could be changed (and were when she needed to), her skin was not so easily changed. She was more relaxed than most of the others had seen her before and greeted each of them with a hug or a kiss on the cheek.
“What’s going on, Natasha?” they each asked or some variation of the question as they arrived.
“I’ll explain when everyone’s here,” she assured them.
Finally her apartment was filled with the sounds of conversation and nine other people, all chatting and laughing as they found seats around the living room. When Natasha saw that they’d all arrived, she stepped into the center of the room. “I know most of you are wondering why I asked you to breakfast,” she started.
“Not wondering and you ordered,” Clint broke in.
Darcy threw a roll at Clint, who caught it in midair and took a bite out of it. “Let Natasha talk,” the former intern ordered.
The former red head smiled at her friend and for once there wasn’t an edge of malice or bite to the expression. “Its fine, Darcy,” she told the younger girl. She looked around the room, taking in the positions of the group.
Jane and Darcy were sharing a loveseat with Sharon in the arm chair next to them. Bruce was seated on the other side of Jane and the two scientists had almost immediately fallen into a discussion about the Einstein-Rosen Bridge, although they broke off when Natasha began speaking. Steve, Bucky, and Sam had commandeered the couch with the three former soldiers seeming to sprawl out as if fighting their ingrained training to sit properly. Maria had taken one of the two remaining overstuffed chairs while Clint perched on the extra-wide window sill; something that Natasha was clearly used to him doing since she didn’t even give him a second glance.
“So why did you call us all here?” Clint asked when Natasha just continued surveying the group.
“We’ve had some upheaval and some changes. We’re still reeling from…” She glanced at Steve. “What Steve, Sam, and I did and then finally finding Bucky.” She nodded at the man who was better known in this time as the Winter Soldier. “I thought we deserved some relaxation and some food.”
Natasha motioned towards the dining room where they could all see the table almost groaning under platters of eggs, sausages, bacon, ham, pastries, pop-tarts, and fruit. Boxes of cereal were lined up neatly along the sideboard, and a bowl of kasha was steaming alongside other hot cereal. A coffee urn and tea pot stood off to one side with carafes of orange and apple juices next to them.
Bucky and Steve exchanged glances at the sight of all the food and Natasha added, “We’ll donate whatever we don’t eat to the shelter.”
“This is a good idea,” Steve told her.
“Well there’s plenty of food… and we have decent company,” Natasha said, motioning to the dining room. “Be my guest.”
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