A/N: Okay, I have no idea what I just wrote. This is different than what I normally write. Don't take this seriously, it was just something I wrote for fun.
All Bruce wanted was a small bowl of egg drop soup, and a little peace and quiet to focus on the new book he had gotten. Just a few short minutes was all he wanted.
But then again, he lived in Stark Tower, with two assassins, two demigods, a billionaire, and a super-solider. And things never were that simple when the Avengers were around.
It had all start when he first went to the kitchen, and put some chicken broth to boil. Bruce turned to the fridge to grab some eggs, when he heard the distinct sound of gunshots.
"Clint, if you don't return my journal then you are going to need a hospital and a new girlfriend!"
Bruce turned around just in time to see Clint attempting to leap over the kitchen island, and Natasha chasing after him. She jumped and tackled Clint, and the slammed on the island, knocking the cornstarch and chives Bruce had set out to the ground.
Natasha ripped a small book from Clint's hands, and she walked off. Clint just went after her, both of them not noticing the mess they made.
Bruce paused for a moment, and then he calmly turned the burner of the stove on low, and he grabbed a few paper towels and quickly cleaned up the mess. When that was taken care of, he turned back to the stove, this time placing his ingredients on the counter.
"But, brother, I do not see the resemblance of a hedgehog,"
Thor and Loki walked in, and Thor was looking at some electronic thing that Loki had gotten from somewhere.
"The appearance isn't really physical, but it is well know amongst these mortals that Martin Freeman, and therefore John Watson is a hedgehog." Loki replied, snatching the thing from Thor.
"But he doesn't look like a hedgehog!"
"He is one, personality wise."
"People cannot have the personalities of animals."
"Yes the can. For instance, you have the smarts of a cricket."
Thor and Loki just continued walking, ignoring Bruce, only stopping for Thor to grab some poptarts. Bruce listened to their conversation before grabbing an egg and a bowl. He cracked it open, but instead of an egg falling into the bowl, a chick fell out. Bruce looked at it for a moment, then he tried another egg, and another, each one dropping a chick.
Bruce stopped trying, and he swore that he heard Loki laugh.
He finally found two eggs that didn't have chicks inside them, and he quickly dropped them into the soup. He just added some salt and pepper, then some chives, and he was finally done.
He turned off the burner and poured the soup into a bowl and set it on the counter to cool when he noticed he didn't have his book with him. With one last glance at the soup, he exited the kitchen and raced to his room and grabbed the book, not trusting his soup to be untouched if he left for long.
Apparently he had left it alone for too long. When Bruce came back, Tony and Steve had already split the soup and was eating it quickly.
"Hey!"
Tony and Steve looked up from the soup to see Bruce's skin starting to turn a familiar shade of green.
"Was this yours?" Tony asked casually, as if the other guy wasn't coming.
"Sorry, we didn't think this was for anyone," Steve said cautiously.
"Do you realize how long it took me to make that?!" Bruce said. He then shut his eyes and tried to block the other guy out. When he had calmed down he opened his eyes to see that Tony had already finished the soup off.
"Can you make some more?"
"That's it! I'm going out to eat!"
"Can I come?"
Bruce simply walked away.
A/N: BTW, Loki's right. Watson is a hedgehog.