"Tony, what are you doing?" Steve wasn't sure he wanted to know.

"Shhhh! I'm clueing for looks!" Tony told him seriously, barely lifting his head from the rug, and then dropped it back down bursting into a fit of giggles with Clint.

"Umm…" Steve wasn't sure what he was supposed to do with that information.

"He got angsty while you were gone," Bruce said, looking up from where he was reading "Clint was watching Sherlock for… some reason. I think it's because Coulson's gone on Valentine's Day. Since it's Tony, they got drunk."

"Come along Watson, The game is on!"

A/N: So I haven't posted anything in years… does anyone actually remember me? Doesn't matter. What I want is to get back into writing and I think it would be easier to do so in short stories, drabbles –like this one- and one-shots.

For that, I need help! Prompts, ideas, challenges, places I can find said things- anything! You will get credited for your idea, if you feel generous enough to help a poor sod like me out man!