Clint walks into one of the kitchens of the Tower to find Nat perched on the counter eating a bowl of cereal and Captain seated at the table eating a slice of apple pie while reading a book. He was in desperate need of a snack and his Chinese take-out from earlier that week would do nicely. He makes his way over to the fridge and rifles through it trying to find his box of Chinese take-out. What had once been all neatly ordered inside the fridge was left in shambles after he thoroughly looked through it for his box, which he did not find.
"Where's my fried rice?" He snaps up from his crouched position and swiftly turns around. Nat had disappeared, her bowl of cereal sitting where she had previously been, half full and still sloshing from side to side after being hastily sat down.
Clint sighs and glances at Steve. Without even glancing up from his book Steve says, "She ate it seven minutes before you came in." Barton glares at the bowl. He was feeling too lazy to actually make anything for himself and since the bowl was sitting there he came to a decision.
"Stupid…Should have hid it better…" he mumbles under his breath as he walks over to the bowl and picks it up. "You owe me Nat!" he yells before taking a bite of the cereal she had left behind. The soupy mixture swirls around mockingly in the bowl under his hateful glare.
A faint yell can be heard from deep within the tower, "I'll let you win our next match.'
Clint's glare that he is directing at the bowl only intensifies and he begins to mumble again. "I can win on my own…" Takes a bite. "I wanted fried rice." He takes another bite and chews angrily.