Minestrone and Meat Sauce
Disclaimer: JLU and its many awesome characters do not belong to me.
A/N: This is... an outtake from another fic I'm writing. It was cut on the count of it being a little too silly for what's supposed to be a serious story. I have a tendency to do that, unfortunately. And yes, that is Blue Beetle. As in Ted Kord. Bwa-ha-ha.
Also, I left in a little line that references the happenings of the story, as a bit of a mini-teaser. Look for it. :D
"What do you all have to say for yourselves? I'm waiting."
Two pairs of feet began to shift, three sets of eyes dropped to the floor, and five long sighs occurred in nervous unison.
Superman stared at each of the five Leaguers that stood before him, each coated in varying amounts of that day's lunch. He crossed his arms, mustering his best intimidating glowers. And coming from one of the galaxy's most powerful beings? Who also spends a lot of time around Batman? It did the job rather well. For a time.
Stargirl, Booster Gold, Blue Beetle, Hawk, and Dove all glanced at each other, some simmering, others just resigned to their inevitable fate, what ever that may be. It was nearly half a minute before one of them spoke up.
"It–" Dove began to explain, but was quickly cut off.
"She started it." Booster Gold pointed a finger at Stargirl, who abruptly looked up and at him, eyes wide.
"I did not!" She snapped. A stand of spaghetti fell from her hair, and she pulled it from her face with indignation.
"Well, actually..." Dove opened his mouth again, but he stopped when Hawk growled and glowered at Booster. His face was still thinly coated with a mushed blend of vegetables and broth.
"Quite shifting the blame, you idiot. I saw you throw that damn bowl of stew."
"Minestrone." Skeets corrected helpfully.
"God, shut up Skeets."
"It was an accident." Beetle came to the defense of his friend. "He wasn't trying to hit you."
"Yeah, and you sure as hell didn't need to throw your frelling pie at me. This stain is never going to come out!" Booster Gold added, using a napkin to dab at a smear of blueberry that was plastered over his left shoulder.
"Perhaps we can try a homemade cleaning solution, sir!" Skeets suggested. "I have several–"
"Didn't I just say 'shut up'?"
"Yes sir."
"At least you didn't get meat sauce in your hair." Stargirl growled, cutting back into the argument. As if the fates weren't done tormenting her yet, a red globule rolled down her brow, following a similar path as the spaghetti noodle.
"Now that was an accident." Blue Beetle attested, hiding his offending, sauce-stained hand behind his back.
The man of steel groaned inwardly. With this piled on top of his worry over Flash and Atom's disappearance, he was definitely not in a good mood, nor did he have the patience for any of this. Or any of them.
"Look, it doesn't matter who started it." He looked at each of them sternly, which prompted them all to quiet down. "You're Justice League. Don't you think you should be a little above food fights?" Without waiting for a reply, he gave them one final glare. "I want this place cleaned and spotless by the end of the hour. Now get started." Then he turned and walked out, pressing a hand to his throbbing temple.
"This isn't fair, I didn't even throw anything." Dove protested quietly and brushed away some egg salad that had gotten all over his arm.
The other four ignored him, contenting themselves instead with glaring and muttering at one another as they each searched for various instruments of cleaning. Revenge would come later. Oh yes, it most certainly would.
Final notes: The end. Since it's nothing more than an outtake, there's not real need for critique. Not that I mind, or anything. :P