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"You are going to ruin your liver if you keep drinking that much." Tony looked up from his tumbler to see Loki walking into the living room.
"What are you talking about? I'm only on my third glass." He tilted the tumbler and took another sip.
"I agree with him, Tony." Steve called from his spot on the couch, looking up from the sketchbook on his lap. Clint sat across from him, tapping on his pad.
"You should listen to your Captain, dear." Loki said, he came to sit on the stall next to Tony.
"Nah. When do I ever listen to him." Tony threw a smirk at Steve. Steve shook his head, exasperated. Clint laughed. "Besides, if I ruin my liver, I can just have you heal it for me, Lokes." He took another sip of his whiskey.
"Whoa. What? You can do that. Can you do that for me, too?" Clint exclaimed, not that he likes to drink, but he does like to have a bottle of beer after mission.
"Of course, I would love help you. We would not want our residential bird to get ill now, do we?" Loki smirked, a glint in his eyes that promised mischief and possible pain. "You know what? Never mind. I think Tasha's calling, see you later Cap." Clint retreated from the room hastily.
"You shouldn't have done that, Loki." "Lay off him, Cap. Clint's the one who started it. And we’ve only just gotten the paint off the wall and the vent."
"Why do I have to live with a bunch of children?" Steve sighed and left for his room, dealing with kids, especially Clint and Tony, always gives him a headache.