Epilogue
THREE MONTHS LATER
“No, no, no, no, no!”
There was a collective sigh from around the room.
“Come on, Tony, it was a good movie,” Bruce said.
“It was not a good movie. Spock and Uhura?”
“We watched all the star wars movies, and god knows that was torturous,” Clint said. “It's part of their education. Let them form their own opinions.”
“As I recall, I strongly protested watching that too.”
“Play the damn movie, Bruce,” Rhodey called, throwing his hands in the air.
“Do not play the movie, Bruce. Friday, voice control only.”
There was a collective groan. Natasha and Clint began pelting Tony with popcorn.
“Fine. Fine!” he cried, throwing up his hands. “We'll put it to a vote. All in favor of Star Trek?”
Everyone except Tony raised their hands. Tony slumped back onto the couch, crossing his arms.
“Et tu, Brute?” he snapped at Natasha, her hand still high. “I thought you were my sci-fi ally.”
Nat shrugged, curled up into Bruce's side. “What can I say? Chris Pine is hot.”
“What?” Bruce said, looking down at her her. She rolled her eyes.
“Just play the movie,” she said, stretching up to kiss him.
The opening credits began. Next to Wanda, Pietro stretched and stood.
“Anyone want anything?” he said to the room. They called out various requests, and Pietro vanished in a streak of blue only to return seconds later with the various snacks. Wanda pushed up against Vision to let him back in.
Are you alright? Pietro thought at her, pulling open a packet of twizzlers and handing one to her.
She nodded, looking around the room, at Rhodey covering Tony's mouth with one hand, at Clint and Laura cradling Nathaniel in between them, Lilah and Cooper dozing at their feet. At Steve leaning forward to braid Thor's hair, Sam's arm wrapped around his waist, at Natasha whispering in Bruce's ear, at Vision gazing intently at the screen. At her brother, tossing popcorn into the air next to her and catching it in his mouth.
Yes, she thought back at him. We're home.