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It was the very first time the Avengers had breakfast together. It was after the big battle in Manhattan, when all the media gobbled up the news of the heroes. Were fascinated with them. But, the Avengers had to claim anonymity again. They were stationed at the Helicarrier, and would later move to Stark Tower. They needed to lay low, at least until the noise died down. Then, they could return to their (not-so) normal lives.
Agent Clint Barton was the world's best marksman. He could shoot arrows faster than an ordinary person could fire a gun. And apparently, not a morning person.
Clint was sound asleep in his quarters until Natatsha Romanoff rapped sharply on his door.
"Clint, get up! It's time for breakfast!" she said loudly.
"Mmm... Shut up..." Clint groaned in reply.
"Come on! Everyone is waiting for you!" she said in an agitated tone.
Clint cracked open his eyes and sighed. "Fine," he muttered. He reluctantly rolled out of bed and slipped on jeans and a t-shirt. He opened his door to reveal bright sunlight and a scowling Natasha.
"This better, Nat?" he snorted.
Natasha rolled her eyes. "Come on..."
The cafeteria was situated several levels below them. It was set in a buffet style, given that some of the Avengers had ravenous appetites. Mostly Thor and Tony. Carefully rationed portions ,like the rest of the crew, didn't cut it. Hey, they saved the world after all.
The team sat around one of the cafeteria's many glistening, pristine tables. Thor was munching through a box of Poptarts and a large mug of coffee, Tony devouring an omelette, Bruce eating jam and toast, and Steve chewing on scrambled eggs.
Natasha and Clint briskly made their way down to the cafeteria. Natasha grabbed some fruit and cereal off the counter, Clint having the same. Natasha reached inside one of the many coolers to pull out a Naked Strawberry Banana smoothie. Clint grabbed a Green Machine.
"Are you serious, Clint?" Natasha asked, eyeing the bottle. "I tried one. They're nasty."
Clint shrugged. "Not to me," he said bluntly.
"Morning, everyone," Natasha greeted as she and Clint neared their table. The rest of the team nodded in reply, since they had food in their mouths.
"Sorry that we kept you waiting," she apologized, "but Mr. Sleepyhead held me back." Natasha glanced at Clint.
"I'm not a morning person." Clint said in between bites of cereal.
Tony smirked. "Have you ever heard of an alarm clock, Clint?"
"There's such thing as a snooze button, Tony," Clint retorted.
Steve looked over at them. "Guys, it's only nine in the morning," he sighed, "Will you stop?"
Tony smirked once again. "Okay, grandpa." Steve glared at him.
Tony started talking to Bruce that involved something about science, and Steve turned his attention back to his breakfast.
Clint felt a little thirsty, and he twisted off the cap of his Green Machine smoothie. He thought it was pretty good, despite what Natasha had to say about it.
Then, he heard a snicker. Tony. Of course. Clint stopped drinking. Tony nudged Bruce, who looked at Clint and raised an eyebrow. He clearly did not fine the situation as funny as Tony did.
Natasha pointed to Clint's upper lip. "You got a little smoothie there." Clint hastily wiped it off. Tony laughed. Steve shot a "Tony-stop-it's-not-funny" look at him.
"Just leave me alone..." Clint muttered.
Tony snickered again. "Whatever... smoothie lip!"
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