Ohhhh boy kids! Hold onto your hats and looking what I got for you!! You all can thank @handypolymath this time for the absolute AVALANCHE of spectacular prompts she sent me!
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Bruce watched in awe as the bottle top was pressed firmly into the soft tissue of her breast. A firm twist of her wrist, the cap fell to the ground, fizz crowded the neck and she took a hearty swig of the brew with nary a stain on her pristine purple v-neck.
The small group erupted into applause and wolf whistles as Natasha gave a small bow raising her bottle and falling back beside Bruce on the sofa.
“Your turn, Doc.” She said wiping some foam from the corner of her smirk.
Bruce picked up his jaw from the floor and went to the center of the circle of his friends. The things these oddballs get up to for fun he thought as he ran his tongue over his teeth gathering a fair amount of spit on his tongue. Thor had impressed the group by chugging a forty in one swallow, Clint recited the whole first ten minutes of the movie Splash, he could have kept going but took pity and let Tony show everyone how he was able to shuffle cards like some Vegas magician. They went around the circle, everyone getting progressively tipsier and showing off oddly mundane and useless skills.
The Avengers watched quietly as Bruce’s tongue worked in his mouth, he couldn’t believe that he was about to show these people this absolutely moronic and gross “trick”. Natasha watched him with rapt attention, and quite honestly the chance of her being amused was enough for him to open his mouth wide, extend his tongue and softly blow spit bubbles off into the space before him.
The group hooted as bubble after bubble left Bruce’s tongue, but he only had eyes for the wide smile crossing Natasha’s face. He didn’t know what it was, maybe the alcohol, maybe the sparkling amusement shining in Nat’s baby blues, or it could have been the goading cheers from his friends but he decided to start hamming it up. He curled his tongue into a circle and then pinched it, he blew bubbles through circles he made with his fingers. He aimed for empty glasses and the faces on magazines, he made patterns with the splatters.
Natasha hid her bright smile behind her hand as Bruce returned to his seat beside her with a stiff flourish.
“Ohhh Nat, you are a lucky girl.” Tony leaned forward wagging his eyebrows.
She leaned into Bruce and tapped his chin until he stuck out his tongue.
“Of course I am, didn’t you see what he was doing with that thing?”