The Spawn of FrostIron

Avenger's Tower

Anselma led the way into the tower, trembling with excitement. "Welcome to our humble abode." She proclaimed while throwing out her arms to gesture to the whole living room. "Well, yours too now I suppose." Shrugging she made her way to the bar. Steve caught her by her collar causing Anselma to curse under her breath as she was jerked to a stop. "What do you think you're doing?" She sighed dramatically. "I've had a difficult day and I need-" Clint cut her off. "Waking up at noon, flying to headquarters, falling asleep for a few hours, and flying back home is a hard day for you?" He asked. "Damn, talk about no excitement. What do you do for fun?" He teased.

Extracting her shirt from Steve's iron grip she flopped onto the couch. She didn't answer him. Clint pouted. Scoffing Anselma examined him. "Oh go sulk in your nest if all you're going to do is stick out that plump lower lip and try to get a little sympathy from me." Clint immediately stopped pouting. He crossed his arms and looked out the window clearly ignoring her. Looking around she saw Thor and Loki examining the living room. Bruce and Natasha had disappeared. Steve was studying their new guests. "Hey Steve," Anselma said, swinging her legs around and sitting up to stand before him. "Why don't you show Sparky and Rock of Ages to an empty floor. You know give them a tour of their new home." Steve nodded and moved towards the elevator where the brothers were studying such a "strange metal box with a magic movement" or some shit like that. Anselma wasn't really listening to their discussion so she wasn't too sure if that was right or not.

The moment the elevator doors shut Clint and Anselma were sitting face to face on the couch with their heads bent together. Manic grins sat on their faces. "Ready to go over the plan?" Anselma asked excitedly. Clint's grin widened. "Hell yeah." Anselma bounced in place for a moment before stilling. Leaning even closer she lowered her voice to a whisper. "First we..."