Warning: Harsh Language
(Yes, the famous "Language" line, in yet another imagine)

"Motherfuck!" You yelled.

"Y/N-"

"Oh, don't start with me, Steve. It's your fault I went bankrupt." You said sharply, scattering the game pieces on the board.

"What a sore loser." Tony sneered.
"Fuck you."

You flipped him off and Clint snickered as Tony gave a look of mock surprise.

"My, my. Your mouth is as dirty as my laundry. And my laundry's absolutely filthy."

"Your mouth has been on every piece of woman in this city, Stark. I wouldn't say mines is anywhere near as dirty as yours."

"She's got a point." Clint said.
"Thank you."

Tony huffed.

"Why don't we play something else?" Steve suggested and got up to rummage through the rotating closet full of board games.

It was Game Night at the Avengers Tower, except not all the Avengers were present.

Wanda and Pietro had bailed to check out a new mall downtown, Bruce refused to come out of his lab after he had "Hulk"ed out the previous Game Night and Sam was off at a PTSD Meeting. Loki and Thor, who was usually so eager for Game Night, had business to attend to back home. Steve had sent Bucky and Natasha to their rooms after they had gotten into a knife throwing fight over UNO, leaving you stuck with him, Tony and Clint.

Which, at the moment, was the worst thing that could happen to you all day.

"Find a game you like yet, Cap?" Tony called over his shoulder. You squirmed impatiently in your seat as he drew out a white box and walked back over, plonking it on the kitchen table.

CANDYLAND

"Oh, you're fucking kidding me." You groaned.
"Y/N!" He said, exasperated.

He'd been trying to get you and Tony to stop cussing at every little thing, which only made the both of you do it even more.

"Sorry, grandpa."
"Grandpa. I like that." Tony smirked as Steve shot him a disapproving look.

"Look, let's get this over with. I want to play Scrabble." Clint mumbled and began to set the board up as you quickly grabbed for the red gingerbread man, knowing it'd piss Tony off.

"This should be a safe game to play." Steve assured himself.
You snorted.

No one was safe during Game Night.

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"This is BULLSHIT!" Tony screamed.

You had skipped right through Rainbow Trail and flipped a card with a snowflake on it, instantly putting you closer to the end.
Clint was stuck in Peanut Acres and Steve was a few colors in front of him. Tony had just flipped the Gingerbread card, which meant he was back at the beginning.

"I'm...language—" Steve muttered under his breath as he picked a card.

"Damn."

Gumdrop Pass.

"That must've been hard to say." Tony muttered as Steve turned a deep red. You struggled not to cackle and looked over at Clint, who was doing the same.

"I-" Steve started.
"Yeah, okay. Interesting. Y/N, you're up!"
Tony clapped his hands. You avoided Steve's eye in fear of bursting out in raucous laughter and went to pick a card when—

"Oh fucking shit!"
"Y/N!"

"What?! I just got set back to Peanut fucking Acres!" You fumed.
Steve raised his eyes to the ceiling as Clint shook with silent laughter.

"Easy, Y/N. Losing is obviously your game—"
"Shut the fuck up, Stark, I'm still ahead of you." You snapped at Tony who mumbled evilly under his breath.

"Language!"
"To fucking hell with language, Rogers, I'll say whatever I want! Mother fucking fuckity fuck fu-"

Steve lunged at you and you opened your mouth to shoot off one more curse word when his lips landed on yours, cutting you off in surprise. The unexpected kiss coupled with the jeering of Tony and Clint made your face heat up and you pulled away from him to glare at the other two.

"The Cap, back in action!" Tony hooted.
"Sorry, I couldn't-erm, I was trying..." Steve stuttered horribly and you turned to him with a small smirk.
"If you wanted to kiss me, you could've just asked."

His face flushed. You laughed and grabbed his hand, twining your fingers around his and kissing his cheek.

"Don't worry. I liked it."
"I-I did, too."

"Oh, I bet you did."
"Tony!"