Phil & OTA
None of his belongings had turned human, thankfully, but his wife's sword had -- which meant that his response had been to head out to Natasha's and let Kitty deal with it herself. Mostly because he knew better than to mess with her weapon when it was a sword. Messing with it when it was human didn't seem any smarter.
Since he hadn't been needed for cooking duties that meant he was free to grab a drink and claim a place to sit. He snagged a beer and settled in on the couch,idly watching people but mostly just enjoying the fact that they were all together. He knew just about everybody there, by this point -- or knew who they were, in a couple cases -- but that was what he liked.