Y/N pushed up their fallen sleeves for what seemed like the hundredth time, before sitting up straighter on the stool.

"Really wish these stools had backs, mine is killing me." Y/N thought, as they stretched out.

Jumping off the stool, Y/N looked over to the adjacent workbench and at his boss, who was huddled over a length of scrap metal. The gold and blue sparks from his blow touch, bouncing violently off his safety mask. At least he was wearing it this time, last time the press had caught him with scorched off eyebrows, they'd tried to paint him as unfit to be CTO, a "return to his careless teenage years" they'd called it. Suffice it to say, some journalists ended the month being sued by America's best corporate lawyers. Y/N chuckled at the memory, SI's policy for dealing with those sorts of defamatory stories, had given them some reputation among the news outlets. Since then, none of them tried printing anything similar.

Noticing their mug was empty Y/N walked over to the coffee machine, before turning back to Tony.

"Coffee?" They asked, to which Y/N was met with an absorbed silence.

"Gonna take that as a 'yes'." Y/N said to themselves, while starting up the machine and placing a 'World's Best Boss' mug under it. An odd choice, because Tony was known to hate those sort of workplace clichés. Though the mug was likely Peter's doing, it would explain why he still had it, Tony had mentioned afterward that Peter had a way of worming himself into your heart.

Reaching up, Y/N opened the cupboard and opened a new box of herbal tea bags, Bruce had recommended various different flavours, and though Y/N hated their tastes, they hoped (as they did each time), this type would be different. As Bruce had said, they definitely helped with stress, though Y/N was unsure as to whether that was due to themselves imagining it, or that they actually did. Natasha had suggested hot chocolate, as a better 'de-stresser', but Tony only had the teas and coffee stocked in the lab.

"JARVIS can you get those hot chocolate sachets stocked in the lab, please?" Y/N asked, while dropping a tea mug into their own mug.

"Of course, Mx L/N, do you refer to those used by Ms Romanov?"

"Yep." Y/N answered, as they finished up the mugs.

"Hot Chocolate Sachets are now on tomorrow's food delivery."

"Thanks, JARVIS."

"Anytime, Mx L/N, I should also make you aware that your tests have been finalised. I am now compiling a report."

"Great, thanks again." Y/N replied, walking back over to the workbenches, mugs in hand.

As Tony was still welding, Y/N placed their Boss' coffee in front them. Tony clearly noticed the movement, as he flipped up his mask and switched the torch off, setting it down.

"Thanks." He said, taking a long drink, "Ahhhh, I needed that."

Y/N simply nodded in reply, as they leant over the billionaire, "What you working on?"

"Just tinkering, the tests done?"

"Yep, JARVIS is just getting the results, then we can finally make it."

"Wanda's really gonna like this y'know."

"Hope so, even if it's a couple months late." Y/N agreed, the last part trailing off into a yawn.

"It's getting late, we can pick this up tomorrow."

"But we're almost done."

"As your boss, I say we stop for today. We'll read J's report and fabricate first thing tomorrow."

"It's not even that late, it's only... JARVIS what's the time?"

"Currently it is 19:51."

"See.?"

"Sir, Mx L/N you also have a message from Mr Barton, quote 'Pizza has arrived, nerds!'."

"See. Now we have to stop for today." Tony said triumphantly, before pulling a grumbling Y/N behind him.

"About time you two showed, we were going to get Wanda to drag you up here." Clint spoke, as Tony and Y/N filed out of the elevator.

"How'd you plan on dragging us both up here?" Tony asked sitting down, opposite Wanda, who responded with nothing but letting her eyes shine her trademark scarlet.

Tony quickly put his arms up in mock surrender, "Good point, well made."

Y/N sniggered at that, sitting down on the worn armchair. Stark heard, and turned towards them with false anger.

"You gonna let her gang up on me like that?"

"I'd be mad to go against her."

"You're fired."

At that point, Pepper entered from the hall. Walking over to the couch, she took off her shoes, perched on the arm next to Tony and looked at Y/N.

"Overruled, Y/N, you're not fired."

"Thank you Pepper."

"You're welcome, Y/N."

"Unbelievable." Tony replied, throwing his hands up, "How'd you even hear us."

"I have my ways, now eat your pizza and stop starting fights you can't win."

Y/N giggled, as Wanda sat down next to them, slinging a protective arm around their shoulders. Despite it being your typical one seater armchair, it comfortably fit the two of them.

Clint, who had been watching the tech billionaire couple's exchange carefully, said "Whipped" through a fake cough, which got him an expected, though unforeseen by himself, elbow in the ribs from Natasha.

"Thank you Natasha." To which Natasha smiled back at Pepper, in return.

Aside from that little exchange, the six enjoyed their pizza as Pepper launched into the latest meeting where she'd been underestimated by the other board members. Though it was really only Natasha who was listening, with Tony and Clint talking bow release mechanism upgrades, and Wanda & Y/N chatting about their days.

"Don't get me wrong I enjoy training, I know it's important, but I feel like Steve sometimes forgets that we're not all trained soldiers."

"If you feel like he's pushing too hard, maybe speak to him or Rhodey about it."

"Steve's not back until the weekend, so I'll ask Rhodes. I'm sure I could Pepper to convince him."

"How would She be able to convince Rhodey." to which Wanda linked their minds.

"Well, they're together."

"Wanda, they're not together."

"They are."

"But Tony and Pepper..."

"...are engaged for the press. Their polyamorous relationship would definitely draw negative press, for all of them."

"That must be hard. Why hasn't Tony told me? How did you know?"

"Nat told me. Tony told her... while drunk."

"You sure?"

"Very sure."

"I'm surprised they're that close."

"Apparently they knew each other when they were kids." Wanda supplied, before severing the link. "So how was your day?"

"Really good, we made a lot of progress."

"Going to tell me what it is yet?"

"Nope."

"Please, Y/N/N." Wanda pleaded, pouting at her partner.

"Can't. Surprise." Y/N managed, around a mouthful of pizza.

"Sorry, what?"

"It's a surprise."

"So it's for me."

"Yeah. No. Fine, it's for you, but that's all I'm saying till tomorrow."

"At least I don't have to wait long." Wanda replied, twirling her fingers through Y/N's hair.

"Yeah. Hey get your greasy pizza fingers out of my hair."

"I wasn't eating with this hand and your hair is so soft."

"Yeah and now it's greasy" Y/N said, moving to stand up. "Shower?"

"Bath." Wanda countered.

"Bath it is. Hey guys we're going to head to bed." Y/N added.

"Oh now you want to go to bed." Tony playfully snarked back.

"Night Y/N, night Wanda." Pepper replied, after jabbing her finance.

"Good night you too." Nat responded, before looking at a sleeping Clint, "Clint says night too."

"Night guys." Wanda replied, as Y/N yawned again.

Wanda and Y/N linked hands, the latter resting their head on the former's shoulders as they made their way over to the elevator.

"That was nice." Y/N said, as the elevator started moving.

"What nice to have dinner with everyone, or nice that you had three meals today?" Wanda asked, smirking.

"Nice to eat with everyone, even though it wasn't everyone. Also, that's mean, I eat three times a day."

Wanda places a gentle kiss on Y/N's lips, "I'm just messing. I assumed Tony would be a bad influence on you."

"I guess his partners keep him in check."

"Shhh. We're not supposed to know yet."

"Oh, so they're telling us soon?" Y/N said smiling.

"Wow, I struggle with secrets."

"We both do." Y/N remarked, as the elevator doors pinged open.