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Summer in New York was not, admittedly, the worst place to endure it, if you took the rest of the country (and places not in the country) into account. To New Yorkers, of course, saying this would be tantamount to treason, and you might just get dumped in a pool somewhere for your crimes.
For Tony Stark, whom had grown up in California, the weather was usually not so bad. However, there was this massive heat wave that had rolled in around noon, sending droves of people to the nearest pools they could find.
This included his fellow Avengers (or at least, the ones in New York, which unfortunately didn’t include Natasha). So by four PM, Steve, Tony, Bruce, Clint, Peter and Logan were floating around in Avengers Tower’s sole pool, which took up the majority of the floor.
The first comment of the day? “We need some women.”
Peter snorted. “Speak for yourself, Logan,” the young man scoffed, stretching out as he drifted along on his back.
“Didn’t I tell you no webbing in the pool?” Tony demanded from the other end, scowling faintly. “It clogs the drains. Every time. If you’re going to do that, there are several lakes and rivers within driving distance. And, you know, the ocean.”
Peter rolled over onto his stomach, arched a brow, and smiled.
Bruce snorted. “Go fish,” he said to Steve. The two of them had opted out of joining in what Logan had so succinctly termed a ‘sausage fest’ in favor of sitting at the table in the corner of the room (usually used by Pepper or Natasha, admittedly) with a deck of cards. The room was air conditioned, after all.
“Yeah, that’s what rivers are for,” Tony inserted.
“That was a really lame joke,” Clint said lazily.
“Bite me.”
“Tempting. But I don’t know where you’ve been.”
“YOWCH!”
Each of the Avengers whipped around to look at Tony as Logan swam away, looking far too smug.
“You BIT me!!!”