Six months had passed since the Accords had first been brought to the table. They had cleaned up much stranger things in the place the Avengers had once called home. Either Clint had removed all of them, suspecting sabotage in his absence, or Tony’s very patient staff were mopping them up without question. Of course, that was the exact time every pineapple in the Compound chose to vanish. When at last the Accords Committee had decided that the so-called rogue Avengers weren't going to try and burn down the city if they left the Compound, and the archer was in Missouri spending time with his family, Sam took his window of opportunity. They just started appearing around the Compound, in increasingly ludicrous places, until the Avengers were knee-deep in unexplained yellow fruit. Or the third one tucked away in Sam’s bed with military precision. Or the second one in the gym changing room. No one knew who left the first one on the kitchen table. No one had explicitly decided to start the team’s binge viewing of How I Met Your Mother during their shared house arrest, but whenever Sam had wandered into the common room an episode would be playing, with at least two or three Avengers watching.
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