𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕 || s. rogers & b. barnes

3||; 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏

⤷ september 25, 2014
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After helping escort Peter to school and bidding goodbye to Ben and May, Irina makes her return back to the Tower from Queens, paper bag swinging gleefully in her hands.

When the elevator doors open to the main penthouse of the Tower, the communal area has people filtered about it even on the lazy Thursday morning.

Sam is in the kitchen, cooking up what looks like brunch. Steve is sitting at the island, a cup of iced water in his hand, done up in a blue button-up with khakis, sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms as he reads the newspaper. Natasha and Barton sit at the couches, flicking through channels on the tv with coffee mugs in hand.

And, surprisingly, Bruce and Tony are at the island, too, sipping on matching mugs - and Irina's sure it's the ones she got them for Tony's birthday. The ones that say "According to science, T-E-A (in the periodic symbols of said elements), is the solution."

Tony had claimed to hate them when she gifted him them, but she took notice of how often he and Banner used them for their daily coffee and tea runs.

So she remains smug about it.

Tony notices her first, leaning away from the island and leaving the mug on it as he throws both hands up. "Finally! Thought you left to buy milk and never come back!" he scoffs as she approaches. "Where's my meaty sandwich, woman?"

Irina gives a roll of her eyes, tossing the Delmar's bag onto the island. Tony immediately digs into it. "Have at it, fuckin' hippo. If you keep asking me to get more of those, you won't be able to fit into any of your fancy suits anymore, fabric and metal."

"Worth it," says Tony, voice garbled as he chomps down on the sandwich.

Banner's nose crinkles softly in disgust at the open-mouthed food-talking, and quickly turns his eyes away to return to his tea.

"This place puts heaven in their sandwiches, 'swear it. I'd buy it out, 'f you wouldn't kill me afterwards for it."

"Not like Mr. Delmar would let you, anyways. He hates rich assholes like you," teases the brunette as she rounds the table, patting Sam on the shoulder as she passes him.

He nods at her, giving her a quick "'sup" before returning to making french toast on the stove.

"But 'm such a delight!" garbles Tony, a few crumbs spitting onto the table. Banner's nose wrinkles with disgust, and he shuffles away slightly.

She stops across from Steve, leaning on the quartz kitchen island with her elbows and peering at him curiously.

He notices, and sets down his glass after a long swig to regard her with amusement. "Somethin' funny about my face?" He asks.

Irina shrugs. "Well, maybe that little bit of chocolate you have on the side of your mouth..."

Steve's eyes widen in panic, face turning flush with embarrassment while he wipes a hand over his mouth, before examining it for the claimed chocolate stain, only to find nothing. Worried, he looks back up at her, only for his expression to drop into an unimpressed frown at the cheeky grin spreading her lips.

"Not funny, Stark," he huffs, lifting up his glass to take a sip.

"It is a little bit," she returns in amusement.

Banner looks up from his coffee mug. "How was the run into the city, Irina?" He queries. "You get into anything fun?"

Irina thinks on it, pursing her lips awkwardly.