Samantha sighed and took a sip of her fourth coffee. Even though working for The Tony Stark has its perks, it definitely had its down sides. One of these would be the fact that most staff and workers alike push themselves way too hard to get their task done.

Sam could relate.

As she took another sip of coffee, she stopped to ponder something. Was it possible to run solely on black coffee it a bit of creamer? She thought so. Sam swore that she could almost feel pure coffee flowing through her veins.

Before Sam got the chance to start heading towards where ever she needed to take the small stack of papers in her left hand, she witnessed something very odd.
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"Move! Move!!" Steve Rogers, or as you might know him, Captain America, shouted as he cartwheeled through the many long halls of Stark Tower after the team's two spies Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton. Behind them, he brunette teenage boy cartwheeled after them.

"You guys stand no chance!" He cackled. "Shut up Peter! I'm gonna lose my concentration!" Clint yelled back clearly annoyed. The kid just laughed.

The last person to come down the hall wasn't cartwheeling. He was recording. And he was doing a terrible job at it. Tony Stark came stumbling into the hall from the towers staircase laughing to hard he almost fell over.
"Haha... I-I got that on camera Barton!" He choked out between laughs. Said man was not happy about that. "Delete that Stark! Or you will regret it!! I'll have Natasha help me exact my revenge!" He threatened. "Nope." Was all Natasha said as she continued cartwheeling past all of Tony's employees.

Her response caused Tony to laugh even harder.

As the three cartwheeling hero's and the unknown boy approached that levels staircase access door, Sam couldn't help but wonder how they were going to get through. Here question was answered when the Black Widow kicked it in. The door was supposed to open out.

After they all disappeared down the stairwell, Sam couldn't help but say something. "What the heck?" Her question was fought by Tony Stark, who had yet to enter the staircase. "Oh, they're having a competition to see who can cartwheel the farthest. My moneys o the kid." He said before running down the stairs after them.

All of the workers him the hallway looked at each other for a long moment before just walking off. What else were they supposed to do in a situation like that?

What an odd thing.
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Idek. I have completely lost interest in this fandom right now and am completely unmotivated to write. Just look at poor old Worry and Hate. A moment of silence for him please.

Ok. But yeah. I'm still trying. Ish.