[Guess which house everyone's in!]

You struggle to loosen the (house color) scarf around your neck, feeling it tighten instead and you growl.

"Do you need help?" Pietro asks, waiting for you to nod before reaching forward and tugs on the material. His hand brushes your neck, he turns red, undoing the knot and hands you the scarf.

"Thanks," you say, taking it from him and grin. "Want to join me for lunch? Since, you know, you saved me front strangling myself?"

He laughs, rubs his neck awkwardly. "I do not think.."

"Pietro!" You turn, finding her sister happily walking over to you. "Hello, (Y/n), Piet- why are you blushing?"

Pietro's eyes widen, and he ducks his head.

"Your sister is welcomed to join, of course," you fold the scarf in your hands, waving. "Just come over to our table, yeah? No one will mind."

Once you get inside the dining hall, you can hear Tony whooping while Bucky and Steve have an arm wrestling match. You plop down beside Natasha, her head nodding as a greeting, but she doesn't stop reading something called a Comic. A muggle thing you're not very fond of, seeing as some make fun of wizards and witches.

And then Clint snorts loudly, his drink shooting out of his nose as Bucky slams down Steve's hand on the table.

"Not fair!" Steve hollers, eyes finding yours. "Right, (Y/n)?"

"No, it was fair. Bucky's just stronger than you," Natasha answers, and Tony cackles loudly.

"Short and to the point. It's hard to believe you're one of the smarties, huh? Could've fooled me for a Slytherin."

A throat clears from behind, and you turn to find Wanda and Pietro.

"Hello," Wanda bursts, smiling widely. "I am Wanda, and this is Pietro. (Y/n) had invited us to sit. Is that okay?"

"My lady," Clint scoots over, and Wanda and Pietro squeeze in.

"It was a good idea of them to let us sit with other houses," Wanda begins, directing her words at Tony. "Do you think so, too?"

Tony shrugs a shoulder, motioning to everyone. "All I know, is that ever since I started hanging out with these idiots, I'm not finding myself in the headmasters office as often."

"Only because you stopped spelling Rumlows underwear to give him a wedgie," Clint tsk's, grinning. "But then again, it is fun to make that bully turn beer red in front of everyone."

"Are you sure we're not in the same house?" Tony laughs, taking a sip of his drink. "Honesty, everyone here could have said they're Slytherin and I would've believed you."

"That is because you are oblivious."

All eyes turn to Pietro, mouths agape, until Tony leans over and shakes his shoulder. "I like this guy!"