When the Avengers Met Tony Starks Son

Hi all! So this is my first story for this fandom and the first story I have written in a while, so be patient with me! I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel or NCIS…sadly.

Every day since the battle of New York a week ago, the group had met up to get the SITREP( Situation Report) of all things that may need their attention that day, they typically did this over breakfast each taking a turn cooking the meal, except Thor and Tony. (There were a few incidents that shall not be talked about, involving a live chicken and a glowing egg)

Clint Barton and his red-headed partner, Natasha Romanoff, were walking down one off the seemingly endless, twisting and turning, hallways of their new home trying to locate the kitchen for the meeting. (Clint swares the hallways change every time he goes down them.) It was Clint's turn to cook so he was in a real rush as he was running late, having been caught up in a rather intense sparring match with Natasha. As Clint was turning the second to last corner to reach the kitchen, an delicious aroma met his nose, of grilling peppers, onions, and OMG was that STEAK!? He shared a quick glance with Natasha, quickening his pace, who was cooking that delicious smelling meal on his day? Definitely not Thor, he was off planet or Tony, please he couldn't cook to save his life, and Steve had cooked yesterday so that left Bruce, but the man hated cooking meat, didn't he?

As he was about to round the corner he literally ran into Capt. America, Steve Rodgers himself, (Even after a week Clint is still hiding his excitement knowing the first hero ever!) and Bruce Banner, the green rage monster no one wants to make angry. Well that ruled out…..everyone! Who the heck was cooking?! Both Clint and Natasha pulled a gun out before blushing and realizing that anyone stupid enough to break into a building of heroes and assassins wouldn't be cooking breakfast. So who, was cooking and why, were they in THEIR kitchen?