All lowly muttered comments of 'it's gone, Nat' were promptly ignored as Natasha determinedly sucked every ounce of fruity slushiness she could from the straw stuck in her jamba juice, or what used to be her jamba juice, her eyes closed so that she could ignore the irritated expressions of everyone around her and thoroughly savor and enjoy the taste.
Finally, after the struggling sounds made by her straw, she gave up, and lazily tossed the cup into the trash can, already missing it. Clint gave her a disapproving look and stood to make his way to the kitchen, coming back with another cup of what had previously been his jamba juice in hand, and reached out to offer it to the red-haired spy, who was leveling him with a look of such suspicion that he almost threw the drink at her.
Slowly, she snatched it from his hand, and then proceeded to smile down at the pink slush, perfectly content.
