Every room in the Avengers Facility screamed modern (and a little Gucci in Tony's case), the walls had been painted in metallic colors depending on area. Tony's privite study had a golden computer chip vibe. Natasha's training ground was black and red whilst Clint's, which was connected to Nat's, was a black and purple target range. Bruce didn't have green in his study, it was quite plain and white.
Steve's boxing room was blue, you had been in there enough times to know it off by heart. You were about to walk in now but something made you stop. Peeping through the door like the silent spy you were trained to be, you noticed something that would make whole tower gasp. Steve, who stood wearing a grey t-shirt and navy pants, was carrying around the myolnir effortlessly. You almost screached in suprise when he looked at you. He dropped the hammer emediatly and pressed a finger to his lips, telling me to keep quite. I nodded.
Nat is going to love hearing about this.