They were halfway through movie night, three weeks later, when Tony noticed it. It struck him like a punch in the gut. And when he realized what it meant, he couldn't stop smiling.

"So you kissed Steve. Should I be worried?" Clint teased Natasha. They were all spread out on the floor, pillows and blankets everywhere, couches and chairs pushed to the edges of the room. Steve dropped the popcorn bowl in shock.

"Well… I do have a thing for baby blues…" Natasha teased back. Steve dropped the popcorn he had just picked up. Bruce was laughing heartily and Thor scanned the room in confusion.

"I would never. C'mon, Barton. We were kids. I mean… she's… and you're… and the two of you are… I would never!" Steve whined. Natasha stretched out, placing her knees in Steve's lap to get him to stop.

"To be fair, I think I kissed everybody," she said, settling her head in Clint's lap. He absently reached up and started twirling her hair between his fingers.

"You didn't kiss me." Bruce countered, settling in next to them with a fresh bowl of popcorn. He took a handful and passed it over to Steve.

"You were too busy making googly eyes at Clint. I would have, but I didn't want to break up the bromance," she sighed. Bruce sputtered until Clint took his hand and gave it a squeeze. He didn't let go, just rested their clasped hands on top of the blanket.

"It's okay. It was the hair. Everybody is a sucker for a scrappy kid with flowing blonde locks."

"I believe I have missed something important, Man of Iron." Thor leaned over and attempted to whisper. Tony could only chuckle and shake his head. There was no explaining this.

They remained like that for the rest of the movie.