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"If I can get Steve to agree?" Clint batted Steve's eyes.
"No."
Natasha sat down beside Phil and scratched at Tony's goatee. "Steve's so embarrassed by my breasts, he can barely talk."
"Could be worse," Phil sighed. "Could be Stark."
"Nice quiver, Legolas!" Tony called on cue.
"Hands to yourself, C-Creepeeo! Please, Phil..."
"No."
"Would it hurt to ask?"
"Fine," Phil growled. "If you can get Captain America to agree to..."
"Be right back!"
"Did Clint just suggest a metaphorical threesome?" Natasha asked after a minute. "I hope that's not my intrigued face."
They winced in unison.
"Good, it's not."