"I can't see past your big head."

"So move."

"Move. Or you will be moved."

"Really, Boseman?" Tony chuckled quietly in his seat within the darkened theater of the Avengers compound. "You're the new guy in town. You can't throw that around and expect us to jump."

"It's fine, I'll move. Not like it's my movie or anything," Steve grumbled with a pout as he stood, but was stopped by your hand on his arm.

"No, Steve, you stay," you commanded, turning in your seat towards Chadwick and pointing down the row. "There's a seat next to Clint, just move over there."

He turned and looked a few chairs away and saw a smiling Barton, waving almost too excitedly to gain his attention. Hesitantly standing, he excused himself as he passed by each member of either the team or the cast until he dropped himself into his new seat with a huff.

"Hi, I'm Clint."

"I don't care."

"This is our life now, isn't it?" you sighed. "We're going to be living every quote from this movie from now on. I'm starting to think that this wasn't my best idea to have us all watch this together."

Steve smiled and reached towards you, grabbing the ridiculously large bucket of popcorn from your lap, "I think it was a great idea." He reached in and filled his hand with as much of the snack as he could, giggling to himself and looking to you with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

"No, Steve...don't you dare..."

"Don't I dare what?" he laughed, keeping his eyes on you as he pitched the contents of his hand over his head, showering everyone behind him in buttery kernels. "Oops."

"You're such an ass," you hissed as you slunk down in the chair but not before something that you guessed to be a licorice string smacked you in the back of your head. "Do you not get enough attention at home? Is that it?"

The snack fight only escalated from there, with cast members ducking for safety while the team took offensive positions around the screening room for the tactical advantage. Steve had become your human shield, taking a quick lead in accurate food throwing, while Evans was cowering under the seat on your other side.

"I'm glad I didn't dress up for this!" he said loudly over the commotion, startling when a box of Sno-caps flew overhead and broke open as it hit the screen. "Are we even going to watch the movie?"

"That's it," you growled, pushing Steve aside and standing up on your seat to yell at the group. "That's it!" You opened your mouth to say more when a nearly full cup of soda slammed into your chest, immediately soaking you from head to toe.

"Oh, shit," Steve mumbled, backing away in fear.

"Mackie, you are so dead," you hissed, clenching your fists at your sides as your voice escalated with each word. "I am actually going to murder you!" Steve had taken a few more steps away but when you turned to face him, he immediately froze in his tracks. "And you, Rogers," you pointed sharply, "you started this. Go sit in the back."

"Ooooh, Cap's in trouble," Downey smirked, slapping Tony on the shoulder, but startling to attention when he realized that he too had caught your eye. "Sorry, (Y/N)," he coughed out nervously. "Please don't make me sit by Steve."

You closed your eyes and took a long, deep breath, feeling everyone watching you as you regained your composure. All you wanted was a night away from business to get this group together again and to have a little fun, but maybe you should have known better from the start.

"Unless there are any other childish exploits that we should get out of our systems, I'd like to watch the movie. I'm going upstairs to change my clothes, and when I get back, this room had better be clean so that we can start. Does anyone disagree?"

"No ma'am."

"Wouldn't think of it."

"Sorry again, (Y/N)."

"Can I get more popcorn first?"

"No, Steve," you scolded, "you can't. Maybe next time you should think before you throw."

~~~

Over two and a half hours later, the movie was done and the group sat silently, staring at each other for anyone to start the dialogue other than themselves. Steve had made his way back to the front and next to you after the airport scene when the fight between himself and Tony was about to replay in front of his eyes; he was now sitting almost completely still, in contrast to the playful version of himself that had started the night.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," he sighed, "it's just...it's weird to see it played out like that. It's um..." he stopped, clearing his throat and sitting up a bit straighter, "it's hard to watch."

"You think that was hard," you scoffed, "I had to watch you kiss Sharon."

"Technically, I kissed her," Chris broke in with a hand up in a small wave. "Does that help? I mean, if not, I wouldn't mind kissing you too, just to even it up."

Steve leaned forward to look past you and to him with a scowl and a set jaw, pointing at his friend with a look of annoyance, "don't push your luck, kid. You just saw that I don't care if we're friends, I'll plant my foot so far up your-"

"Stop," you warned, pushing his hand down, "no one is planting anything anywhere." You stood and turned to face the group, seeing that each of them were sitting just as silently as Steve had, their faces a mixture of emotions after what they had just watched. "So, what did you guys think? I feel like there might be some comments brewing."

"I want to know who did Scarlett's hair," Natasha began, "because that was amazing. She always looked perfect, did you see that? There's no way that was CGI either."

"Speaking of CGI, they really nailed the de-aging on Downey," Tony added with a slap to Robert's back. "You looked perfect, my friend."

"I did look perfect, and thank you for noticing, Stark. You see, this is real friendship right here."

"Oh hell no," Chris interjected, standing up on the chair to command attention, "did you all not see me holding onto a helicopter? A helicopter, people. They used an actual helicopter on a crane for that scene, and those muscles were all mine, baby." He pulled up the sleeves of his t-shirt and flexed his arms, earning him even more heckles from the group. "Fuck off, I still look good and I haven't worked out in months."

"Isn't anyone going to comment on the story itself?" you asked with a heavy sigh. "Or are we just arguing about how hot you guys are?"

"There's no argument, (Y/N), we're damn fine," Anthony laughed, tipping back his beer to empty the glass. "Ain't that right, Seabass?"

Sebastian looked at Bucky, sitting in the row in front of him, and paused to gather his thoughts before answering. "Actually, I was kind of hoping for a deeper look into Bucky's reunion with Steve as his memories came back. It kind of just went from 'your mom's name was Sarah' right into kicking ass together without acknowledging the pain that was bubbling beneath it all."

"Yeah, I agree," Bucky nodded. "I mean, I know that it's an action movie and all, but we really went through a ton of emotional crap during all of it. Especially that ending? Maybe it's gonna come up in the next movie, but it took a hell of a lot of work for Steve, Tony and I to even be in the same room together after that."

The group was again silenced, the team now replaying those days after in their minds as their portrayers sat with them until their concentration was again broken. "Way to bring the mood down, Sebastian Barnes," Anthony scoffed, "and you didn't even agree with me. I thought we had something special, man."

"Yes, Mack-attack, you're damn fine," Seb laughed. "You're the sweetest piece of chocolate that I've ever laid eyes on. Is that better?"

Anthony mocked a small sniffle and turned his head away, refusing to look back at his friend, "I don't think you mean that. Don't try to make it all okay now with your cute nicknames and half-assed compliments. It cuts me deep."

You turned to Steve and sat back down in your chair, leaning your head back as the lights slowly came up to brighten the room around you, "so the real Civil War is about who's the prettiest? If the public got ahold of that tidbit, you could kiss this franchise goodbye."