A/N As always thank you guys for reading my story, and any help, advice, praise, ideas, criticism, or just you yapping in the comments will be read and greatly appreciated. If you guys have an awesome scene in your head you would like to see, you have an OC you want to include, or you want a monster/other characters to pop up in my story. Also, I deal mainly with fluff, so I'm horrible at things like smut and angst, so if you guys don't like those, you're in luck because you probably won't see much of it here!

*Before Peter was born*

Steve and Bruce went to the kitchen to try out a new pasta recipe for dinner and Bucky ad Natasha was staring at their arsess.

Then they suddenly stared at each other with "the assassin stare" as Clint liked to call it before rapidly arguing in Russian.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at the two.

Loki, Thor, Pietro, and Wanda were giggling furiously while everyone else looked really worried.

"Uh, shouldn't we be stopping them?" Toyn asked, staring at the two arguing assassins.

"I would think not, this is rather hilarious to listen to," Loki said while sharpening his blade.

"They're being Russian arent they?" Clint muttered, playing a video game.

"Yup, and, while I don't know Russian, I can make out a few words, and they are quite amusing," Loki said.

Tony and Clint just looked at each other sceptically before resuming what they were doing before.

Three minutes passed and the former assassins were still arguing.

"For fuck's sake, what are you guys talking about?! You sound like you're going to kill each other!" Tony yelled, throwing down his phone.

Bucky and Natasha spared him one glance before they both said a word in unison, then went back to arguing, Wanda and Pietro chiming in every once in a while.

Tony groaned, mark his words he was going to hire a private translator to understand them.

"Tony looks frustrated, shall we tell him before or after dinner?" Loki asked, now sharpening some kitting sticks.

Natasha replied in Russian smirking and Loki translated for Tony, "After."

Tony groaned and went to the kitchen. "Steeeviiiiieeeee!?"

"Yes, Tony?" Steve said, sampling some of his homemade spaghetti sauce as Bruce was cooking what looked like meatballs.

"Can you guys hurry up?" Tony asked.

"Why?"

"Becasue, Nat and Bucky are arguing, and I don't know what they're talking about, and I think they're gonna murder us all," Tony said earnestly.

"Yeah I don't think so, you said Natasha and Bucky?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah."

"They're probably arguing about who has a better butt," Bruce said then added, "You better get out before you ruin something, or Loki is going to actually murder you."

Tony scurried out of the kitchen and thirty gruelling minutes later Steve called everyone to the dining room. They all got settled and started to eat before Tony blurted out, "So what was all that arguing about?"

"Oh, we were just arguing about which of our boyfriends has the better butt," Natasha said in between bites.

Tony looked dumbfounded while Bruce said, "I told you so."