Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?
Chapter 1
Summary: Clint got these cookies. They were kinda special. Someone ate the last one, so Clint hired a SHEILD detective to find out whom. No slash, just funny times.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Everything belongs to marvel and affiliated parties.
I kinda had this dream about cookie monster, and I couldn't resist making it into a fan fiction.
Enjoy!
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The team was gathered in Stark's kitchen (in the avenger's tower) for their daily breakfast and everyone was strangely silent…Clint had lifted the lid on his cookie jar that no one, no one, ever ate from, except him. He had bought his favorite chocolate chip cookies while on a mission in Belgium, and everyone knows that cookies made with Belgian Chocolate were the best in the world. They are almost as good as the ones made with Swiss chocolate. "Who. Ate. The. Last. Cookie?!" Clint practically screamed the last word.
Steve looked up from his newspaper with an arched eyebrow. Tony and Bruce stopped talking momentarily about science and looked over. Natasha stopped reading her book and Thor stopped eating his pop tarts to look at Clint.
Natasha sighed continued reading, "Clint, that's your cookie jar. No one ever eats from that jar except for you."
"No! There was one cookie left yesterday! I was saving it for breakfast this morning! Who ate it!?"
Steve went back to reading his newspaper and said, "Cookies aren't a healthy choice for breakfast, Clint."
"So it was you!" Clint practically launched himself at the Captain.
Steve just laughed and continued reading, "I didn't eat your cookie Clint."
"Bruce!" Clint turned on the scientist sipping his coffee, "It was you! Everyone knows you have a secret sweet tooth!"
Bruce just laughed and shook his head.
Tony laughed too and said, "Look, Clint, if these cookies mean that much to you, then I'll just buy some for you, ok?"
"A-HA! It was you! You feel guilty for eating the last one, so you want to make up for it by buying me more!"
This time it was Natasha who spoke up, "Clint, the only sweet things Tony likes are alcohol and donuts. I don't think he ate your cookie."
"Then it was you!" Clint turned on her now.
She just arched an eyebrow in response. He dropped the accusing finger he was pointing at her and instead turned to Thor. "Then it was you."
Thor looked genuinely offended, "Brother Hawk, I would never dare to touch your sacred cookie jar. A man's sweet delights are something that no sane man would ever dare to touch."
Clint's mouth struggled to form words as his brain struggled to find someone else to blame, "Then it was Jarvis!"
"I assure you sir; it was not me who ate your cookie." Jarvis told him from the ceiling.
"Then who ate my last cookie?!"
No one responded. Instead, they all went about their work for the day; Stark and Banner heading towards Stark's lab, Steve and Thor heading down to the gym, and Natasha heading up to the roof to read.
Clint was left standing, fuming in the kitchen alone. "FINE!" he shouted to no one in particular, "If you won't tell me, then I'll just have to find you myself!"
Clint stormed out of the kitchen and into the elevator, grabbing his phone and jacket as he did. He dialed a number and held the phone up to his ear, "Give me special detective Jean Marshall."
The elevator doors closed and Clint smiled. If no one confessed, he'd make them.
No one. No. One. Ate his cookies.