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"There she is!" Tony exclaimed, gesturing to the brunette that approached the familiar group. "Our favourite ghost!"
Tessa threw him an amused look, "How many have you had to drink?" she asked the elder male.
"Enough to remember that you hate me calling you that." he smiled, taking another drink of his beer from its bottle.
"And yet you still call me it," Tessa mused, sitting herself down beside Jungkook on the sleek, leather couch.
Tessa didn't realise she had been missing for so long, but when she had returned, the guests had all cleared out; leaving behind a mighty mess, but they'd worry about it tomorrow. All who was left now, was the Avengers and a few of their close friends, Rhodey, Maira and Helen Cho.
They sat amongst one another in the lounge area, drinks in hand and laughs spilling from their mouths. Tessa was relieved the guests had all cleared, her mind still in a frenzy thanks to a certain unwelcome guest, and forcing herself to socialise with people she didn't even know the names did not sound the most appealing way to spend the rest of her evening.
"Are you okay?" Jungkook leaned in and whispered, making Tessa turn to him.
She smiled and nodded. "I'm fine," she assured, "It's been awhile since I last drank, I don't think the alcohol agreed with me all that much." She lied and she knew Jungkook didn't believe her, but was relieved when he didn't push her for the truth.
The two of them rejoined the conversation, just in time to realise the band of heroes were talking about Thor and his hammer and how they believed it to be a gimmick, a fake, and all the while Thor remained amused as he listened to all of their theories.
Thor was trying to explain the legacy of his trusty hammer and that only he or she who are worthy may wield it and only them. It intrigued the team, although of course there was some, who's who's refused to let them believe. Clint being one of them.
The archer sat on the floor with his back rested against the sofa, twirling a set of drumsticks in his hand. "It's a trick!" He exclaimed.
"Oh, no," Thor shook his head. "It's much more than that." he said with a chuckle.
"Uh, 'Whosoever be he worthy shall haveth the power!'" Clint mocked the God. "Whatever man, it's a trick!"
"Well please, be my guest." Thor said, offering a hand for Clint to try and pick up the hammer of his that rested on the table.
"Really?" Clint asked.
"Yeah." Thor nodded.
"Oh this is gonna be beautiful." Rhodey commented.
