𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕 || s. rogers & b. barnes

9||; 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏

⤷ april 29, 2015
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She's watching a movie with Steve and Barnes when Tony calls her down to her personal floor.

It was later on during the same day she'd managed to get the both of them running together, and came back soaking with sweat, but lighter in the eyes than she'd even seen before, especially in Barnes'.

She had coaxed them into watching Titanic with her in the communal area's living room, and everyone else had decided to join them when the topic of watching the move came out.

Clint and Sam especially looked excited to see the first time reactions of not one, not two, but three immensely strong beings to the heartbreaking tale.

Because of course Thor wanted in.

His girlfriend, Jane, was off in another country leading the research on astrophysics, so he'd been spending all of his time in the Tower, all of them getting reacquainted with one another again, bonding further and better as a team than when they'd first gotten together to fight Loki.

They'd gotten halfway through the movie when J.A.R.V.I.S. alerted her that her presence was urgently needed on her floor, the iceberg just hitting the ship when she had to pause it to listen to the AI.

"Miss Irina, Sir requires your attendance in your personal living quarters immediately."

Irina peers up at the ceiling, a habit she'd gotten into when everyone else did it when addressing J.A.R.V.I.S. "What's he need?"

"I have not been informed of the specifics, but Sir says it is of great importance."

Steve sits up straighter, frowning. "Should we all be going down?" He asks, mostly to Irina.

She shrugs, and J.A.R.V.I.S. responds for her. "Your presences are not mandatory, Captain. Sir says it is up to Miss Irina on your attendance."

Irina looks at him, nodding. "Yeah, sure," she shrugs. "Maybe I'll need you guys there."

Especially if it was urgent enough Tony had to call her to a private floor himself.

She gets up, groaning at the ache in her knees. "Jesus," she sighs. "I need to get out more."

"Well," Clint grunts softly as he follows, patting his knees and stretching, "if you joined us during training sessions, you wouldn't be feeling like a grandma while still in your thirties," he says, smirking at her.

She snorts. "Yeah, no. Count me out. I'm still unofficially retired," she says.

"Unofficially?" Natasha quirks an eyebrow at her as they begin to make their way over to the elevator. Irina hadn't even known they'd all decided to go along with her.

"Well, I'm enjoying retirement too much to actually focus on filling out the paperwork to retire, y'know?"

The redhead shakes her head, red lips quirking up in a sign of amusement. Irina stops when she notices someone straying behind, and peers around everyone.

"Barnes," she calls. Barnes' head darts up, looking at her from the couches in confusion. She tips her head to the elevator. "Come with us?" She asks.

Barnes' lips part, his expression hesitant. "...You want me to?" He asks weakly, voice uneasy.

Irina grimaces for a soft second, but covers it up with a reassuring look, and nods. Barnes slowly stands up, making his way over to them with a hesitant look still painting his features, bright blue eyes darting between all the Avengers that surrounded him with wariness.