Y/n's POV
"Where the hell were you?" Mr. Stark asked, as I walked in
"Somewhere..." I replied, looking away
"Y/n."
"Fineeeee. I was-I was uhhh... helping this lady who was getting mugged... It was no big deal"
It was the first thing I thought of. Don't judge.
"I'll decide if it's no big deal" Mr. Stark replied
I sighed, bracing for the world's longest lecture.
"It sounds like no big deal, but remember, I'm watching you." he said, relenting
I stared at him in surprise, but I didn't argue. I sat down on a chair at the table, opposite to Mr. Barton and Mr. Rogers.
"On the call... you said something about lunch, right?" I asked, expectantly
What? I was hungry.
"You like Bolognese?" Mr. Barton asked, serving a huge helping of the spaghetti onto my plate
"I h- haven't actually had it before..." I said awkwardly
"Well, first time for everything" Mr. Stark said, pushing the plate towards me, "You'll love it"
"Yes, this bulganose is one of my favorites, only second to poptarts" Mr. Thor said
"It's Bolognese Thor, not bulganose" Miss Romanoff said, smirking
We began to eat. Mr. Thor ate quite a lot, and he was almost done with his third helping when I wasn't even halfway through my first. But he is a god, so I can't really judge.
"Kid, watch this" Mr. Stark said, nudging me with his elbow
He flicked some of the pasta from his plate into Mr. Barton's plate, every time he looked away to talk to one of the others.
I laughed as Mr. Barton kept on unknowingly eating his pile of spaghetti, not realising that it wasn't shrinking at all.
"Can I try?" Dr. Banner asked, spotting us and laughing
"Sure, go ahead Bruce" Mr. Stark said, smirking
Dr. Banner poised his fork at some of his spaghetti, getting ready to flick it. When Mr. Barton looked away at the right moment he flicked his fork.
I think he put a bit too much momentum.
The saucy spaghetti went flying into Mr. Barton's lap.
"Oops..." Dr. Banner mumbled
"And this is why I don't let Bruce help." Mr. Stark said to me
"Seriously?" Mr. Barton yelled
He threw some of his spaghetti at Dr. Banner, but he dodged and it hit Miss Romanoff.
You NEVER hit Natasha Romanoff with food.
To make a long story short, it ended up in more than half of us covered in the tasty sauce (what a waste) and Miss Romanoff chasing Mr. Barton through the vents.
So quite a normal afternoon for us.
*Time skip brought to you by Natasha ALMOST catching Clint in the vents. Multiple times.*
Tony's POV
"So kid, you wanna have the 'how you got your powers' talk now or after dinner?" I asked the kid, as we tinkered with some stuff in the lab, "Because you're not getting out of it"
"Why d'you need to know that anywayyyy?" The kid whined
"Because it's important" I said, leading the kid to the lab sofa, "And beause I want to know"
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