The following week everyone returned to the tower, minus Thor who had now traveled to Asgard to pay visit to his family.
It was early morning when Clint awoke. He felt surprisingly good considering he's been have a lot of nightmares, but last night was very peaceful. He glanced at his clock on his nightstand, it read 6:42.
He laid in bed contemplating whether or not he should start his day, or stay in bed for while. He decided to get up and do some thing, rather than lie around, which would surely put him in a lazy mood and that wouldn't be good on account of he promised Natasha he'd spar with her.
What to do, what to do. He glanced around his room, messy, I could always clean it, he thought, but that was quickly dismissed. Well I guess I could cook breakfast for the team. The Avengers usually trickled in the kitchen between 7:30 and 8, giving him time to gather his ingredients," hopefully Steve will help, feeding the Avengers was like feeding a football team, I don't know how Tony affords us."
The elevator dinged as it opened up to the communal floor, Clint exited and swiftly made his way to the pantry. Hmm...flour, baking powder, eggs and sugar, I guess we're having pancakes!
He gathered the ingredients and began mixing the batter in a large bowl.
After cooking the first batch, the team began assembling around the table blindingly grabbing food, still groggy without their caffeine. After their first sip of coffee, or tea in Bruce's case, the Avengers became more sociable.
"Good to see you up and functioning" Natasha commented.
"Well good morning to you to," Clint responded.
Steve and Bruce offered their greetings as they piled pancakes on their plates. It was quiet and peaceful until Tony stumbled into the kitchen. "Is that coffee? And hot food! Is it a holiday, someone's birthday?" Tony inquired as he served himself and sat between Steve and Bruce.
"No it's nobody's birthday, Clint cooked," Steve answered. Tony looked up eyes full of fear and mouth half full of food, "you didn't poison us did you?"
"No you idiot! Eat your food, and chew with your mouth closed!" Natasha reprimanded as Clint chuckled beside her.
Tony shut his mouth and obeyed, eyes shooting up as he swallowed, "I didn't know you could cook!"
Clint smirked, "well I am a master spy."
The others shrugged in response, accepting the fact that Clint's probably been an undercover cook a few times. A good one too.