Avengers/MCU
Natasha said something in Russian, and everyone threw back their shots, except for Steve. Tony waited for the sensation of having just downed a cup of pure liquid hate to subside, and then he pointed at the cup. “Drink,” he said, his voice raw and raspy. “Or I'll do it for you.” Steve held the cup over his head, out of Tony's reach. “I can't get drunk and I don't like this stuff,” he said, so Coulson took it out of his hand as he walked into the room. “Ah, Coulson, sorry, we were just-” He stopped as Coulson tossed back the shot with a professional aplomb. “Okay, then.” Coulson slapped the cup down on the table. “Stark, when this debriefing is done, I will be having a long, long chat with you. About the thin, microscopically thin line between hero and power crazed super villain playing with things men ought not to know.” “I think that's actually a major at MIT,” Bruce said, slumped over on the table, head buried in his arms. “Or at least a thesis committee.” --Some Things Shouldn't Be A Chore, by (AO3)scifigrl47, (Steve/Tony preslash, Clint/Coulson)
