"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"...do you really want to test that theory?" Natasha lifts an eyebrow, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she stares back at Tony Stark. 

The billionaire grimaces, narrowing his eyes at the assassin, before shrugging, "Why not? Could be fun." 

Natasha rolls her eyes, refusing to rise to Tony's bait, which only makes him all the more frustrated. He taps his foot impatiently, and Natasha smirks. When Tony doesn't get his way, he looks remarkably like a twelve-year-old boy, which is a source of endless entertainment for her.

"Come on, Nat," he whines. "Where's your holiday spirit?"

"It's not a holiday," she counters. 

Tony frowns, "It's basically a holiday." 

Before he can argue further, Bruce walks into the kitchen with a broad smile on his face. He's followed by Thor, who is wearing jeans, a white shirt, and a leather jacket over the top. The blonde Asgardian is still tugging at the jacket, exploring the various pockets and zippers, while grinning like an idiot. 

"Anthony!" Thor booms. "Is this attire suitable?"

Tony snickers, "You look great, Fabio. Like a butch Barbie."

Thor laughs, completely oblivious to the insult, while Natasha rolls her eyes. Bruce pats Thor on the back before taking a seat at the kitchen bar next to Natasha. 

"Are you coming?" He asks quietly, earning a glare from the redhead before she turns to stare daggers at Tony.

"Did you tell everyone?" Natasha hisses. 

"Oh, come on, Pumpkin," Sam chuckles from the other side of the room, entering behind Steve and Bucky. "You know you're excited about this." 

She blinks slowly at Tony, and he smiles nervously, "Team bonding?"

"What I don't understand is what you're so afraid of," Steve interrupts, giving Tony a stern look. "We'll all be there." 

"That's exactly what I'm afraid of," Bucky mumbles, earning a jab in the ribs from Steve. 

Natasha ignores him, "I don't have to explain anything. I'm not going, I'm not afraid, and I'd like to see any of you try to make me." 

Sam and Tony exchange a look before the former plops down on the other side of Bruce and takes an apple from the fruit bowl. He peels off the sticker and promptly slaps it on the sleeve of Thor's coat before taking a bite. The blonde inspects it for a moment then shrugs, leaving it on his sleeve, and jams his hands in his pockets.

"So what is the purpose of this 'harvest maze' and why is it something to be feared?" Thor asks. 

Natasha glares at him while Sam, Tony, and Bucky all chuckle. Steve rolls his eyes, and Bruce bites back a small smile.

"It's not the maze she's afraid of," a new voice interrupts. All eyes turn to land on Hawkeye, who is leaning against the doorframe. 

"You know I can kill you for this," Natasha tells him.

Clint shrugs, "Yeah, but you won't." 

He saunters into the room, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, before unscrewing the cap and taking a quick swig. Tension between the pair fills the room, and Bruce's eyes land on the knife block that is within arm's reach of Natasha. Moving very slowly, he grabs the whole unit and passes it to Sam, who then places it further down the kitchen bar away from the redheaded assassin.

"So?!" Tony asks impatiently.

"She's afraid of cornfields," Clint replies casually.

Natasha rolls her eyes while Tony and Sam burst into laughter, "I'm not afraid of cornfields."

"She's really afraid of cornfields," he counters, and Thor looks confused.

"Why?" 

Clint snickers, "You want to tell 'em, Nat? Or you want me to?"

The redhead sighs, rolling her eyes as she mumbles a curse in Russian under her breath, earning a knowing smirk from Bucky. She waits a moment with all eyes locked on her before muttering something inaudible. 

"Sorry, what was that?" Tony asks, cupping his ear. "You're going to have to speak up. We've got two centenarians here, and we need to be accommodating for our senior citizens." 

"I hate the movie Signs," she repeats, louder this time.

Sam cackles, "Signs? Like, Mel Gibson Signs?"

"Yes, Mel Gibson Signs!" Natasha spits back at him. "It's horrifying!"

"But...but..." Tony wheezes. "Signs? If you had said Children of the Corn or Dark Night of the Scarecrow, sure. But SIGNS?!"

Natasha throws her hands up in the air, hopping out of her seat, and all of the laughing men jump back to give her a wide berth. Even Steve is smiling, the corners of his lips curling up no matter how hard he tries to resist, and Natasha's angry gaze lands on him. 

"Don't you dare laugh, Steve Rogers," she hisses, jabbing her pointer finger into his chest. "You're afraid of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory." 

His eyes grow wide as the room falls silent, "You promised you wouldn't tell!" 

"Oops," Natasha deadpans. "Good luck getting Oompa Loompa's out of your head." 

A few seconds pass as she walks out of the kitchen, only to hear howls of laughter erupt at the look of horror on Steve's face as multiple voices cry, "OOMPA LOOMPAS?!"