15Clint watched the others as they watched the movie.
All of the team, bar Natasha who was out on a mission, had been gathered by Tony to watch movies. He mentioned something along the lines of:
'Capsicle's gotta catch up on what he's missed'.
So the lack of Natasha had left a lack of someone for Clint to sit with.
He was sitting on one of the corner sofas by himself. He liked the position as it gave him a vantage point to scan the whole room; it was a habit.
Tony and Steve sat on the middle sofa facing the T.V., the Captain's expression slack as he was engrossed in the film. Tony was eating popcorn and flipping through messages on his phone.
Thor sat on the floor in front of the T.V. like a child, thinking he had the best view. 'This Superman is very similar to me! He even adorns my red cape!'
On the opposite side of the room from Clint, Bruce lay on the sofa, snoring lightly.
The film ended and, as always, Thor moved to put on another.
"Whoa there Goldilocks," groaned Tony, stretching his stiff arms, "no more movies, I think I may actually be suffering from muscular atrophy."
Thor gave him a confused/begging look.
"No more." Tony repeated.
Thor sighed and stood up, looking defeated.
Tony rolled his eyes. "JARVIS, can you patch through any film Thor wants to watch to the T.V. in his bedroom?" Thor's eyes lit up.
"Of course, sir." said the metallic voice.
"I must bid you all a good night." Thor muttered excitedly as he ran out of room.
Steve stood up and looked apprehensive. He shyly whispered in Tony's ear.
Tony sighed.
"And could you do the same for Captain Spandex?" he asked the A.I.
"I just did, sir." replied JARVIS with a hint of satisfaction.
Steve chuckled and scratched the back of his head.
"Well I guess I know what I'm doing for the next few weeks, well, goodnight everyone!" he said as he walked out of the room.
"Yeah, goodnight." added Tony as he left too.
Clint nodded to them both and Bruce snored away.
He looked over to Bruce to see how deep into sleep he was. He threw a piece of popcorn at him which hit him precisely on the nose. No reaction.
Clint moved over to the main sofa and lay down, grinning.
"JARVIS," he whispered, "I believe you know which movie I want to watch."
"The disc is already loading, sir."
"You're a little creepy JARVIS but I love you nonetheless."
"Thank you, sir."
Clint watched as an owl was flying around in a maze on the screen which revealed the logo "Labyrinth".
Clint smiled and snuggled into the cushions to get comfy. He hummed gently along to the voice of David Bowie.
-o-
About half way through the movie, Clint could feel his eye lids drooping. He allowed himself to rest his eyes.
"Hey." said a groggy voice in the corner.
Clint opened his eyes and looked up to see Bruce smiling at him sleepily, still lying down.
"Hey." said Clint dryly, about to turn the movie off.
"Oh, man, is this Labyrinth?" Bruce said sitting up.
"Uh, yeah." Clint blushed.
"I love this movie." remarked Bruce as he stood up, taking one of the cushions and moving towards Clint.
Clint got anxious and started to sit up.
"No, you don't have to move," Bruce whispered as he placed the cushion in front of the sofa and sat down in front of Clint's knees. "Turn the volume up a little."
Clint just looked at Bruce dumbfounded but turned the volume up anyway.
Bruce watched Labyrinth for a while as Clint stared at him.
The scientist's hair was mussed and his purple button down shirt was wrinkled as he had been sleeping. A lot of the top buttons of his shirt were undone during his sleep, but he didn't seem to notice.
This man was a good 10 years older than Clint but was unashamedly watching this kids movie like he actually was a kid.
"So how was Superman?" asked Bruce still watching the screen which snapped Clint out of his thoughts.
"Oh, uh, I think Thor enjoyed it." he replied. He told Bruce about Thor comparing he and Superman both being from different planets with super human powers and red capes.
"Well I suppose he has a point." chuckled Bruce.
There was a moment of comfortable silence.
"I didn't think this was your kind of movie, Barton." smirked Bruce.
"The same could be said for you, Banner." Clint retorted.
Bruce smiled and moved his cushion on the floor nearer to where Clint's head was and lay down.
Clint looked at him from above.
"Is it not uncomfortable lying on the floor?" he asked.
"Nah, not anymore, I've slept on worse." Bruce remarked.
Bruce wiggled so his back was flush against the bottom of the sofa.
They both were silent, watching the movie.
Near the end, Clint could hear the soft snoring coming from below his head.
He looked over the to see Bruce fast asleep again.
Clint laid his head back down and closed his eyes. There were only a few scenes left of the movie but he knew them back to front so he wasn't missing anything.
He could feel his conscious mind slipping away. He thought about going to his bed but that would require effort.
He was warm and comfortable just the way he was. Plus Banner's snoring was actually rather soothing.
-o-
Tony had a few hours of sleep before he was up again.
He was going to the lab to do science when he realised he had no one to show off to. He sighed and went to find Banner.
Tony knocked on Bruce's quarters and waited.
There was no answer.
"JARVIS, where's the green eyed monster?"
"Act three, scene three, lines 165-171 of William Shakespeare's 'Othello', sir."
"JARVIS, I am bereft of ribs from laughing so much," deadpanned Tony. "Doth thou knoweth where Banner is?"
"He's in the media room, sir."
"Thank you."
-o-
"So, I was like working on gamma rays and shit and then I realised no one was..." Tony started as he walked into the room.
Clint lay asleep on the middle sofa, while Bruce was lying on the floor flush against the sofa, snoring.
This isn't what made Tony stop.
Clint's arm hung over the side of the sofa, his hand inside the top of Bruce shirt against his chest. Clint and Bruce's breathing seemed to be synchronised.
"Oh, ho, ho, yes." Tony grinned, getting out his camera phone.