(another short one)

No One POV:

"Ugggg," Clint says as he walks into the kitchen, where Tonys making himself a late morning cup of coffee.

"What's up with you?" Tony asks and Clint just looks at him with tired eyes.

"I got this rash, and it's really annoying." He says and Tony spits the coffee back into the mug.

"TMI Clint just- TMI." Tony says and walks off.

TimeSkip to like 1pm

"Urghh..." Clint presses his lips together and sits on his hands to keep from scratching the rash. Tony walks into the room, and takes one look at Clint and walks out again.

TimeSkip to 3pm

"Ohmygod-" Clint says under his breath as he, for like the millionth time today, rubs anti-itch cream on his rash. How come this stuff never works?! He thought.

TimeSkip to 5:30pm

"Oh- my- god- CLINT." Tony says finally running out of patients. "If it's annoying you that badly, call a doctor! Don't rub yourself all over the living room rug!" Tony exclaims and Clint stands up.

"But it's scratchy!" He complains, and Tony just sighs. "Besides, I couldn't call a doctor even if I wanted to, because I lost my phone in the snow yesterday and when I found it, it was all frozen and wet. So I called the Apple store people and they said to put it in rice but all the rice did was make it all-" Tony cuts Clint's rambling off by dialing a number on his phone.

Tony POV:

As soon as Clint started to ramble on and on about his broken phone, I grabbed my own fully-functioning phone and called up Dr. Strange, or as I like to call him when he's not around mind you, Dr. Hottie uh- because he may, or may not, or may be very very cute. But that's besides the point here.

"He-" I clear my throat. "Hey Stephen, I got a quick favor to ask." I say as cool as I can.

"For what?" He asks back in his monotone voice.

"Oh well you see, Clint is having this medical 'emergency' and was wondering if you could take a look." I say, using air quotes around the word emergency, fully forgetting that he can't see it.

"Okay... I'll be right over." He says and then hangs up. I turn back towards Clint who was duct taping the bottom of his shirt to his pants. Then suddenly there's a small crackling sound and someone clears their throat. I whip around, and run right into Stephen's chest.

"O-Oh h-hi..." I say as I blush, but quickly turn away and point to Clint. "Well, there he is." I let Stephen walk over and examine Clint after using his magic to undo the duct tape.

After a minute Stephen sighs.

"Tony, I'm not a dermatologist. I'm a neurosurgeon." He remarks, and I blush harder. "Rashes aren't my department."

"O-Oh well I just thought-" I say, feeling even more embarrassed.

"No it's fine, I'll just g-" Stephen starts to say, before I rush to find a way to keep him here.

"Oh, you don't have to go! You know, were all about to watch a pre-dinner movie, and since you came all the way out here-"

"It took me three seconds to come out here-"

"-and I'll even let you pick the movie!' I finish, unaware that Stephen had said something. He just looks at me before sighing.

"Fine, where's the tv?" He asks and turns around to find it.

"So," I hear behind me, and jump a little.

"God Steve, don't do that to me!" I exclaim and he puts a hand on my shoulder.

"So Stephen," he muses quietly and I blush.

"W-What about him?" I ask and he chuckles softly.

"I know you have a crush on him, but just remember the vows you made at the altar." He whispers in my ear, and I flush red. I turn around to say something, but Steve's already slipped off. I look and see that he's in the living room sitting next to Stephen. Ha, Steven and Stephen.

TimeSkip

"Really? The Grinch?" Clint asks Stephen as he selects it from Netflix.

"Yes really, do you have a problem with that?" He retorts back, and Clint raises his hands in defense.

"Geez sorry," he replies as Stephen clicks watch. "But why are we watching the new animated version?"

"Because, I used to watch the original with my parents every christmas, and I wanted to see the new one just for comparison." Stephen replies simply.

TimeSkip to the end of the movie and btw everyone was watching the movie not just Clint, Steve, Tony, and Stephen.

By now we were all full of popcorn, and were daring the other to do their best grinch impression.

"Oh come on Stephen! Just try it!" Sam pleads, and finally he gives in.

"Fine, but I'm not happy about it." He says and clears this throat. "'How much emotional eating have I been doing?!'" He quotes from the beginning of the movie and the room goes silent.

"T-That was..." Peter starts to say, but can't seem to form any more words.

"Perfect." I finish, and Stephen blushes.

"Okay... whatever." He says.

"I dub thee, THE GRINCH!" Clint yells, and then Pietro disappears and comes back with a green fuzzy crown and puts it on top of Stephen's head. He just rolls his eyes. Then Clint and Pietro pretend to bow down to him, and he stands up.

"Okay, I've had enough of this." He says and takes off the crown. I frown a little bit, but Steve rubs my back.

"Okay, you going?" I ask Stephen and he nods his head.

"Yep, I gotta get back home. Someones gotta polish my watches, and it sure isn't gonna be Redbeard." He says and we all give him confused looks. "...My dog."

A chorus of 'ohhs' ring throughout the room, and then Stephen leaves through a portal. After that everyone slowly trickles out of the room. And once I change into my pajamas, I jump onto the bed. Steve's already there reading a book. He sets it down on a nightstand and turns to look over at me.

"'Dr. Hottie'?" He asks me and my face flushes red.

"What?!" I say, trying to laugh it off. "He is hot! And a doctor, so none of it's a lie." I shrug and Steve just laughs.

"Well what do you call me in your phone then?" He asks and I say nothing for a moment.

"That Hot Army Guy?" I finally get out, and Steve gives the classic-eye-roll-and-look-away thing that he does. "Oh come on! I bet your name for me isn't any better." I say and he shifts nervously in the bed.

"I uh- well I actually have no idea how to change names on my phone." He confesses and my mouth drops, staying like that for a good minute or so.

"Phone, now." I hold out my hand and Steve fishes it out of his back pocket, and hands it to me. I quickly open it up, - No password? Really? - and find my contact and change the name. "There." I say handing it back to him. He raises an eyebrow at the name.

"'The Better Husband hammer emoji orange heart emoji'?" He says and I try my hardest not to laugh.

"You got a problem with that, Hot Army Guy?" I ask him and he sets his phone down next to his book.

"No, not at all." He says and the lights start to dim. Friday. Then I lean over and my husband.

"You know I would never replace you with Stephen right?" I say and he kisses me back.

"Nope, not even if I died." Steve says.

"Well... I don't know about that- OW." I say, rubbing my arm because Steve slapped it. "Yeah yeah, fine. I would never replace you." I roll my eyes at my husband's antics.

"Good." He smirks.