5969/Santa Thor

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Santa Thor
Date of Scene: 11 December 2018
Location: Avengers Mansion, New York City
Synopsis: In which Santa Thor and Elf Natasha make some kids happy before retiring to mulled cider inside the Avengers Mansion. Two Captains show up (America and Marvel) to regale them with tales of their adventures in bureacracy!
Cast of Characters: Thor, Black Widow (Romanoff), Captain America, Captain Marvel (Danvers)




Thor has posed:
    Winter time in New York changes the city. Not just the chill in the air, but the attitude of the people. Especially this time of year just a handful of days before the holidays. It's not exactly Christmas cheer, but the behaviour of New Yorkers trends upwards towards something less rude than they're known for. Sometimes there are even polite words shared between people at a traffic accident. Or someone can wear a Mets cap outside of Queens without getting a glower.
    But it's not just the feeling that changes. There are ringing bells to be heard, with storefront Santas shaking them and bellowing a 'Merry Christmas' here or there. There's a sense of anticipation in the air about the coming snow storm. And the shopping, so many people shopping at almost all hours of the day and into the night. It makes the crowds busy and hectic all the more. The city's institutions are joining in on the fun with tinsle and garlands tossed over the exhibits in the Museums, a tyrannosaur decorated lovingly like a giant reptilian Christmas Tree. Even the large stone lions out front of the city's library have little santa hats on them. And with the influx of foot traffic, you get a lot more people seeing the sights of the city as well.
    And the Avengers mansion is no different. With its recent return from wherever it had disappeared off to. The back gate has been thrown open even though the rest of the yard and the grounds are closed off by tall fencing for the reconstruction to be undertaken by some repair men and some of Tony's drones. But it's there that the city's people are allowed closer to the mansion than most have ever been. Onto that curving driveway where it looks as if someone has driven a wooden sleigh onto the grounds and left it turned to the side to face the gate and the crowd of people who have been lined up around the block for the last three hours...
    For, you see, Santa has come to town.
    He's certainly taller than most that the kids have seen, sitting upon his sleigh turned sideways with his black boots upon a stoop that allows people to come up and climb up to address him. The bright red costume of St. Nicholas adorns his frame with a broad black belt around his amply padded waist but it's the sleeves that might make the most remark considering how his bulky arms fill them out to almost ripping the seam of one on the left.
    Oh his beard likely deserves some remark as well, fake as it may be and attached to his face with an elastic that can be seen hooked over his ears. But the piece de resistance is the hat that is curved forwards covering his eye even as he roars out a loud bellowing. "Ho, ho, ho!"
    "Come to me then, young mortals. Speak your wishes into the ear of your St. Nicholas and I shall insure you are granted your wish, lest your parents earn stern words from the Mighty Claus!"

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
    Whoever came up with this idea is going to die.
    Not that the tall figure in the Santa costume seems to mind. He's taking all this in stride and, albeit a little unusual, the people are showing up to partake of the festivities. There is hot chocolate for the kids and coffee for the adults, though some adults seem to prefer the former. There are sugar cookies in a wide range of cut-out shapes. The catering tables are off to the side though perhaps some Avengers might be seen helping there from time to time when they aren't mingling with the people.
    No, the person that deserves to die is the one that suggested Santa would need elves. Particuarly the one that signed up Natasha's name for the role. She certainly hadn't written it in there. She was pretty sure Clint was to blame but couldn't prove it. Yet. Handwriting analysis at SHIELD should confirm who the culprit was.
    Yet, when the time came, despite the amount of complaining and threatening going on behind closed doors, Santa's Little Helper was there at his side, helping to boost kids up to his lap then removing them and sending them on their way with a candy cane.
    She is wearing a green dress with short sleeves, a crinolin under the skirt poofing it out a bit. There is red trim along the bottom and it has a red collar. Peppermint styled buttons go up the front and a lovely black belt that would befit Santa himself is around her waist. Atop her haed is a green cap with a looping red portion. Her legs are covered in red and white candy stripes all the way down to black boots with white fur lining. Her red hair hangs loose down her back.
    "Mighty? Not sure I remember that from any of the tales," Natasha murmurs.

Thor has posed:
    So many large sports coolers filled with hot chocolate to be warmed, and so many tables with the cookies to be handed out. It's like they're expecting quite the number of people to show up and over the past three hours, they have. But fortunately, Thor... has simply enjoyed himself as he played at the role as much as he's been informed of it. Oh sure he's gotten a vague handle on it with what he's absorbed with his time on Midgard and what he knows of the festivities. But he plays to the role as best he can.
    "Pish, Elfen Lass. I am a man who is not bound by time nor distance. If that is not might then I ask you what is?"
    But as soon as the next child, a red-headed youth with wide eyes and freckles, is ushered before him with a mother and father grinning their heads off perhaps more enthusiastic than the child himself... well Thor shifts gears instantly.
    "Greetings, child." He looks up, good eye finding the gaze of the father.
    "Ethan," The freckled child's father responds.
    "Hail, and well met, young Ethan. Tell me." Effortlessly he hoists the boy into place upon that large leg as Natasha helps steady him. But Thor has him and looks across the way to the mother, then back to the child. "What is it you would dare risk the gaze of the fates to ask of Father Christmas?"
    Ethan, perhaps four years old, blinks and looks for his mother's gaze, then back up to the large Asgardian. "I umm, nintento?"
    "Then you shall have this Nintento!" He say happily as he shuffles the kid off and moves to the next of line, even though the parents are shaking their heads and trying to wave him off the whole Nintendo idea.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
    As Natasha sends the boy off to the side, she gives him a candy cane. Then she passes over a card to the horrified parents with a soft comment just for them. "Santa is not going to leave you folks in a bind with his promises. Contact this number. We already have a large supply of the top items, including Nintendos. If we didn't have it already, we'd get it for you. You can arrange for delivery at your convenience then slip it under the tree, already wrapped and with a note from Santa."
    She gives them a bright smile and a wave as the weight is removed from their shoulders by a promise they could not financially keep. Who is paying for it? That's a really good question.
    Then she turns back around to rejoin Santa at the front of the line

Thor has posed:
    It's around that time, however, that Thor begins to rise just as Natasha is seeing to the possible next candidate for a meeting with Santa Thor. He holds up his hands, the costume bunching over the biceps as he calls out. "Alas, good people seeking my counsel and aide. My alloted time has past!"
    Through the crowd disappointed sounds are heard, though some of the people are still rather just jazzed to be seeing this particular Santa in the flesh. He lowers his hands, "I know, I fear that I fail you. But you should fear not! For later I may return, or one of my helpers will assuredly be accepting your gentle entreaties!" He gestures to the side, "Down the block, there resides another aide of mine. But if you return here another day, You may be heard then."
    Turning away, "Until then!" Thor rounds and hops off the sleigh, starting to walk up the driveway and back towards the mansion even as the jovial voice of J.A.R.V.I.S. informs the public that Santa will return another day, until then please accept these gift certificates good for...
    But all of that fades as Thor Claus finishes his stroll into the garage and waits for Natasha to catch up with him when he hits the door to cause it to close behind him. "Ah. Joyous, was it not?"

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
    A couple of the other elves step in to help with the line, although it was understood that there was a time limit. Santa had to work on getting their requests made! It was with practiced ease that the help took over.
    The main elf headed off with Santa, disappearing through the door and watching as he shut it behind them. "As much as I might have complained, it was a lot of fun. Seeing their faces. The kids were thrilled and the parents were just as excited. Maybe some of them moreso to get to meet the Mighty Thor in person." She had to throw that mighty in there since he was so fond of it.
    "You did a great job. A little different from the usual Santa fare but that should make it more memorable for them all."

Thor has posed:
    Once they're within the confines of the garage, Thor reaches out and hits the garage door close button, letting the engine whir quietly as it closes the entryway and he turns back to face the elf in green. His lip twists wryly as he begins the act of disrobing from his costume, starting with the hat and tossing it aside.
    "That was enjoyable," He undoes the great black belt around his waist, unhooking it and pulling it free so he can start with the jacket itself only to reveal the hefty pillow taped around his waist. "Though I do not entirely understand this way you celebrate your holy days, it is pleasing to see the people joyous in nature and accepting of others." He pulls the pillow free with a skrrrritch of tearing tape then tosses that aside as well.
    For a moment he starts to unhook the beard from his ears but then pauses as he catches sight of himself in the mirror of one of Tony's ever present sports cars. He tilts his head left, and right, good eye looking over the white whiskers and he says, "Hm. Perhaps I should grow my beard out." He turns to the elfen lass, "What do you think?"

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
    As he starts to disrobe, Natasha moves over where thee oversized plastic bin rests theat housed thee Santa suit in thee first place. She pops off thee lid, propping it against thee side of the box. The hat is put in first. Then thee pillow altheough she takes a moment to work thee tape off theen bunches it up in a ball to toss to thee side for a moment. Then she places thee pillow inside thee bin.
    As he pauses, she glances over at him. A long critical look. "I theink it would look good on you. Of course, everytheing looks good on you." she admits withe a shrug.
    A smaller plastic bin is retrieved and she removes her own hat, placing it withein. Might as well do thee same and get back into normal clothees.

Thor has posed:
    A small snort comes from him as he eyes her sidelong and then says jovially, "Well yes, that is true. But would this look /better/." He continues to rub at his chin a few times, stroking the beard thoughtfully and turning his head to look as if he were pondering so deeply that it almost _requires_ a long white beard.
    Eventually, however, he settles on just taking it off and saying, "Perhaps someday. But not today." He tosses that into the plastic bin as well but keeps the pants for now and those large red suspenders over his shoulders. A white t-shirt clings entirely too tightly to his broad chest as he starts to step towards the door that leads into the kitchen area of the mansion.
    "So shall we make this a habit? Rush about hither and yon as Elf and Claus." He interrupts his own train of thought as he tells her, "To be fair I did not expect you to join me in this endeavour."

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
    "Neither did I," she admits as she pulls off the belt. It is tucked into the smaller bin. Then she pulls off the entire dress. It isn't nearly as naughty as it sounds. Beneath are a pair of green short shorts that were hidden beneath the skirt and a white tank top. She tucks the dress down into the bin but keeps on the rest for now. She'll change out of it upstairs a little later.
    "Someone signed me up for it. I wasn't going to do it but figured you were being a good sport, I could try it. I actually enjoyed it." She gives him a mock glare. "You tell anyone that and I'll deny it until my dying breath."

Thor has posed:
    "I can see now, however, why some of your colleagues enjoy dressing up in a costume. Pretending to be someone they are not." Thor moves into the kitchen after her, then lets the door swing shut behind them. Mjolnir stands there upont he counter where he left it, the hammer seeming to jostle slightly almost like an excited puppy as the Thunderer lifts his hand and summons it to him with a light /whom/ as it flies that short distance.
    Setting it to his hip and then turning to her, the Asgardian gives a nod. "However, if it is your wish that I not speak of this to another, then I shall not." His lip twists slightly as he continues further inside, pulling the refrigerator open and procuring some of the mulled cider that had been at the Christmas gathering held not too long ago.
    Over his shoulder he says with a smirk, "You can trust me with all of your secrets, Natasha."

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
    "All?" The sound of that word is both disbelieving and a bit amused. She's pretty sure he couldn't deal with all her secrets. Natasha has enough problems with them herself. There are so many things hidden in the dark of her past that will never see the light of day.
    "Not sure you could handle it," she continues in a teasing tone. "I mean battling monsters, fighting gods. Child's play in comparison to my secrets."
    She moves to the kitchen bar, stepping up onto one of the barstools and settling down on the seat. She leans her arms on the counter in front of her. "Please pour me a cider as well?" she requests.

Thor has posed:
    It's not too difficult, he procures two large mugs that are situated on the top shelf and pulls them down to set them on the counter before her. He'll tilt the crystal decanter on its side to pour some of the mulled cider into their chosen mugs and then turns away to slip the drink back into the refrigerator. Once they're clear he takes up a place leaning on the counter while he takes a sip.
    "Natasha Romanova, I have faced dragons in their lairs, mighty demons threatening doom upon the world, and the very face of angered elder gods who would wish for naught more than to see my skin torn from my body." His lip twists slightly as he extends his mug a little to clunk it against hers. "I think I can endure your whispered secrets."
    Then he looks upwards, "Though," His good eye lowers and he nods sadly, "It might diminish some of your charm. Lose your mysterious wiles."

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
    "That implies I had charm to begin with," Natasha murmurs as she picks up her mug to take a sip before continuing with the conversation. She sets it down on the counter with a slight klunk. "I know you've never seen my wiles, mysterious or otherwise. I don't think we should start now."
    She looks him over a moment. "Glad they failed to tear off your skin. You look better with it on. But you already know that. In that respect, you're like Tony. Have no doubts of what you have going on."

Captain America has posed:
A late night at the SHIELD offices means that Steve arrives home later than necessary to attend to fete. Perhaps another night for him to join in -- someone dared to wear antlers anyways and maybe, just maybe, he'll be a good sport and show up in them. At least the kids will laugh?

Stifling a yawn as he enters the kitchen, the exhale is a little louder at the end for the surprised laugh that it becomes. "Looks like a good time was had by all. Nice leggings, Natasha," he adds as he wanders over to the coffee maker. He's in a white button-down and black slacks with his dress shoes -- apparently, it was not Casual Monday at SHIELD. "Thor, what did the kids think?" he asks of the eldest Odinson, giving the man a bright grin even as he fusses with filling the machine for a fresh pot of coffee.

Captain Marvel (Danvers) has posed:
Carol walks into the kitchen not long after Steve, having had her own business to deal with on the Alpha Flight side of things. While she flew in wearing her Captain Marvel uniform, by the time she makes it to the kitchen, she's already reworked her attire into a far more lesuirely yoga pants and a t-shirt. Not like she expected visitors about, no need to be formal. "Hey guys, I trust everyone had a similarly boring, bureaucratic day?" She asked, but even as she does, she stops at the sight hinting at what Thor and Nat may have been up to earlier, and with a stiffled laughter, quips, "scratch that, some of us clearly had some fun. Nice look guys."

Thor has posed:
    Unrepentant, Thor makes those black boots and oversized pants work. It's probably the suspenders that play it up though even as he hooks a thumb behind one of them and continues to sip some of the mulled cider in his mug. "Aye, twas a glorious day. I presented myself as the great hero St. Nicholas and there was much adulation." He turns to Natasha as if expecting her to back up his story.
    Then he looks back to Carol and Steve. "I counselled many a child and they were given their wishes as best as could be delivered by the mortal means provided."
    His lip twists slightly as he leans to the side and rests a hand on Nat's shoulder, "I am fortunate to have found yet another thing at which I excel." It's an arrogant thing to say, but even the eyepatch cannot hide the joyous amusement that comes from him as he adds. "And Agent Romanova performed her duties well, wrangling the youth of this day."

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
    As others come in the kitchen, there is the slightest hesitation from Natasha as she was lifting her mug up for another sip. The secret is out. It's Thor's fault. She narrows her eyes slightly, giving him a look that says she knows he stalled her here just to get her busted.
    A moment later, she's smiling as she lowers the drink and gives a bright smile. "He was the Mighty Claus. It was quite entertaining. I was the munchkin wrangling elf." As though those leggings didn't give away her role.
    "The good news is that we will be providing the gifts that can be given. Pretty sure we can't give a kid a real purple dragon but a stuff one will have to do." Then she thinks of something and looks at Thor. "Seriously. No real dragons." Then back to the newcomers. "So a lot of good will come out of it. Presents a lot of them might not have been able to afford themselves."

Captain America has posed:
Steve laughs and glances over his shoulder. "Carol," he says by way of greeting to the woman, and then gets back to making coffee. He slips a mug under the spout and the Keurig gets to work. Alongside the scent of mulled cider, the smell of hot black coffee fills the kitchen. The soldier leans against the counter, arms lightly crossed, and his eyes follow the banter exchanged as if he were at a tennis match.

"I'm going to second the 'no dragons' bit. A stuffed dragon alongside a child's imagination is just as good as the real thing. Good job, you two, spreading the cheer." Captain America definitely approves by those dimples.

Captain Marvel (Danvers) has posed:
Now Carol simply can't help but laugh, the visual of Thor-Santa regaling kids with his counsel sounds too good to be true. "I'd imagine this was one visit with Santa the kids will not soon forget. Don't recall he ever presented himself as a great hero."

Carol does seem to truly appreciate Thor's enthusiasm and general joie de vivre, as he takes pride in fulfilling a duty no doubt most Avengers would shy away from. In fact, she still can't work out in her mind how Natasha agreed to be Santa's Little Helper in this show of charity. "Truly...?" She turns from Thor to focus on Natasha, "I didn't know you were so good with kids, Nat."

More laughter from Carol as Nat dubs Thor's performance 'Mighty Claus', "now that's something I would have liked to seen, I am sure it was the gloriest Santa has ever been. Were there stories of monster slaying?" She asks Thor, a twinkle in her eyes at the thought. She grins as Nat insists on no real dragons, knowing full well Thor may well just wrangle one out of some uncharted realm. "I second, Nat, Thor, no real dragons should be given to any kids. No matter how well they promised to treat them."

"So...any hot chocolate still around? Or do I need to make my own?"

Thor has posed:
    Gliding his fingertips down the curve of his jaw, Thor seems to comment to himself with a nod and perhaps a spared glance at Widow, "Aye, perhaps I will let my beard grow out."
    But it's then that he shoots a look towards Steve and then pointedly at Carol. "Bah, a man who brings that much happiness can be a hero. Are there not any number of works of art depicting the man as such?" He gestures with the sweep of one hand as if brushing away any contention about his depiction of Father Christmas.
    "Though, in truth. If this is the same holy day that was celebrated at the peak of Winter when I was here in my youth with my father, battling the Dark Elves, he has softened somewhat. Though I did not engage in those festivities overly much."
    That having been said he steps on out into the living area beyond the kitchen, though easily still in view thanks to the open floor plan. He drops into a heavy overstuffed chair, "Now tell us, Carol, Steven. What has passed for you this fair day?"

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
    "I'm not," Natasha says flatly to her being good with kids. "But someone decided to sign me up for Elf helper. I didn't do it." She gives a shrug as she spins around on her barstool so she can keep all of them in her line-of-sight while chatting.
    "It looked like my handwriting so I am pretty sure it was Clint. I'll be getting a little help to prove it." Ah, abuse of SHIELD resources. But it's for a good cause. "And once I do, he's getting nothing but coal. I'll break into their place personally and replace every gift he has under that tree."
    She does pull her mug around to sip as Thor asks about their days, falling silent to listen.

Captain America has posed:
Steve's got his mug of coffee by the time he's addressed and he sips at it, licking his lips -- ouch, still hot, better let it cool a bit. He glances up and then away towards the windows of the living room. A pull of his lips to one side and he shrugs.

"I'd call it a normal enough day, by the usual standards. Paperwork, mostly. I'm working with some of the cadets tomorrow on self-defense training. We'll see how they do." He glances at Natasha and grins again. "I wondered it if was Clint. I dunno that I'll have time to show up in reindeer antlers if you two decide to spread cheer with the kids again, but if I can, I will." Steve then looks to Carol. "Did Clint rope you into this at all?"

Captain Marvel (Danvers) has posed:
"You mean like Santa fighting hordes of Skrulls? I'm sure there must be some art like that, somewhere..." Carol stiffles her laugh this time, still highly amused by the whole idea. "Oh you don't want to hear about my exceedingly boring day, had to catch up on government paper work under the role of Director of Alpha Flight, ugh defines it perfectly."

Carol looks as if she finally gets something when Nat relates how she was tricked into the role, and before anyone can say anything, she asks, "Clint?" Almost at the same time Nat suggests the very same, which makes her grin mischeviously, "great minds think alike."

Moving to make herself a fresh cup of hot chocolate, Carol speaks in a rather confident tone when Steve asks if she was roped in that affair as well, "oh, not as of yet, I'd assume he fears me too much to play tricks on me."

Thor has posed:
    "Bah," Thor voices his disagreement in general, perhaps with Cap's less than staggeringly interesting day report, or perhaps due to Carol's extra boring one. To Natasha he points at her and says, "What is it I told you of how we of Asgard manage to persevere over such time? How we maintain an order to the flow of events throughout our lives?"
    For a moment he seems like he's going to wait for Natasha to answer, if she actually remembers. But then he pipes up and says pleasantly even though he is perhaps interrupting her. "We tell stories!" A solemn nod is given.
    "And you two, tell poor stories." His lips curl as he takes another drink of the mulled cider, his back to the three of them for now and yet he still takes part of the conversation. Just louder.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
    "Clint isn't afraid of anyone. He just hasn't gotten around to you yet. Too tied up following his woman around like a poodle." Natasha went there. She really did. But she's smirking so hopefully they realize she's kidding. "Or he's just trying to lull you into a false sense of security then wham, you're bald and have a nametag that says 'Hello, My Name is Lex Luthor'."
    When Thor brings up the instructions he gave her in the past, she does indeed remember. "You tell..." she stops as he says if for her, shaking her head a bit. "No matter how dull, you have to turn it into an epic saga. Go hang out in New Asgard for a while, you'll catch on. The smallest thing can become a grand tale."

Captain America has posed:
"I've gotta work on instilling this fear then before I end up punked," replies Steve to both Carol and Natasha with a small laugh. Thor's (fairly accurate) judgement makes the super-soldier lift up his free hand and drop his chin in a display of good-natured humbleness.

"If I'd known we were embellishing tales of our day, I'd have added in the part about managing to snag the last piece of cherry pie in the cantina before they closed for the day. By the skin of my teeth," and he holds up two fingers with an iota of space between them. "A matter of great importance." He's not serious at all, given how the solemnity is wrecked by the twinkle in his eyes.

Captain Marvel (Danvers) has posed:
"I would care to hear that lesson in Asgardian management, Thor," Carol volunteers for the story in the event Nat won't share the bounty. With her hot chocolate prepared, Carol adds the finishing touch of marshmellow bits, before taking a sip, as she turns to lean on the kitchen counter. "So...you're telling me my stories suck, Thor? I could tell some better ones, you just asked about my day, and work is never a good story."

Carol considers Natasha's words, and she doesn't seem to like the possibilities, "well...if that happens, Clint just might find himself in orbit..." she than feigns confusion, before asking, "he can breathe in space, right?"

Natasha's quip at Thor is more than enough to get Carol to get some pay back, in her take of an Asgardian tale of a day at the office, "so...I went into the Director's desk, and lo! Thousands of documents, awaiting reviews and signatures, hiding within grand tales of reports! From the deadly frightening, to the ones about Bob spending too much of his allowed expenses! On frivilous stuff no less!" She looks sternly for comedic effect, before proceeding, "but did that deter this warrior? I say thee nay! I sat down boldly, and read each and EVERY ONE! Not only that, bravely did I sign the one I approved! And none dare stop me as I did my heroic task!" She finishes with a grand triumphant pose, before grinning at Thor, "better?"

Thor has posed:
    "Once again," Thor says as he rounds to the side to lean upon the back of the chair so he can get everyone in his line of sight. "You fail to understand the subtle nuances of my people." His smile is wry as he continues to drink, though once he's taken a hefty swallow he points at Carol with a finger from the hand that holds the mug. "We do not /exaggerate/ like some common prevaricator." He turns away to drop back into his seat, though he likely can still see where Carol walked to assume her grand triumphant pose.
    "We offer telling insight and eloquence the likes of which belong to the greatest bards of your people." He gives a solemn nod as if that settled it. But then he affects a subtly more somber tone. "But, in all fairness. It does help us mark the passing of time, to separate events. When you put effort into a recollection or an experience... well it stays with you does it not?"
    Back towards the others he turns back upon the chair. "For you both shall remember this day, nay? The day when we drank with old King Thor who garbed himself in the crimson of Father Christmas and taught us this valuable lesson." He barks a laugh and then drops back into his seat.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
    As Natasha gives a nod to Thor's observation, she feels her phone go off in the pocket of her shorts. She draws it out and swipes a finger over the surface.
    A text. From Wade. Asking to meet with lots of heart and unicorn emojis. Although it does say it's important and isn't filled with insanity (other than the emojis) so she takes that as being serious. He doesn't ask to meet on things. In fact, he usually just teleports where he wants to go.
    Of course, the mansion's security measures would then test the limits of his healing factor. So might present company.
    "I need to run." She quickly fires back a text to meet her out front in five minutes. "Something important just came up. I think." She looks at them apologetically and shrugs. Then she's heading for the door but she doesn't head outside. Instead, it's upstairs.
    She is not letting Wade see her in those leggings. She'd never hear the end of it. Or it might end up on social media for everyone to see.

Captain America has posed:
"Couldn't forget if I tried, Thor." Steve's finally able to take a big swig of that coffee and it sits well with him given how his shoulders slump in relaxation. A glance at the kitchen clock and he pushes off the counter to his feet. "Unfortunately, no rest for the weary. I had to bring home work tonight, so --

A lift of his cup to everyone in turn in the kitchen and living room both. "Let us all remember the very important lesson that Thor taught us: the fish is always at least three feet long." He pauses to watch Natasha suddenly disappear and gives Thor and Carol a mildly concerned look. "Hope it's nothing too important that she forgets to take off the costume." A last small laugh and he disappears off to finish paperwork. Being a superhero's not always flash and pizazz after all.

Captain Marvel (Danvers) has posed:
"Oh, you can believe that I will not forget this day, Mighty Claus," Carol raises her mug at Thor, it may not be alcohol, but it's the gesture that counts, "cheers," she has herself some more of this quality hot chocolate. The benefit of having a guy like Tony making sure all is the best he can find.

"Don't worry, Steve, knowing Natasha...she'll be as late as necessary just to get rid of that costume first, you've only even seen it because we're all at home here." Carol nods at the departing Natasha, and finishes her drink. Before turning to Thor, "so...tell me more of Asgard's ways?"