The Avengers Jet Is Not Made For Drive-throughs
They were on their way back from a mission when Pietro suddenly said, "I'm hungry. Let's stop for food."
Wanda sighed. "Pietro, we can eat when we get home."
"Well, I'm hungry too," Clint added. "Let's stop for drive-through."
"I don't think that's a good idea," Steve warned.
"Loosen up, Spangles. We'll be fine," Tony said.
Clint found the nearest McDonald's and hovered the jet right in front of the ordering machine. He opened the window of the jet.
"Welcome to McDonald's, how may I help you."
Clint said, "Hi, I'd like to order a hamburger, small fry, and medium root beer." He then gathered the rest of the orders and rattled them off.
In the end, the person said, "Is your order three hamburgers, five cheeseburgers, one Big Mac, two small fries, one medium fry, six large fries, one Dr. Pepper, one root beer, two Coca-colas, two Sprites, and three Mello Yellows?"
Clint confirmed the order, then maneuvered the jet to the next window. If the person was startled to see a jet, let alone the Avengers jet, she didn't show it. He paid the cashier and muttered, "Tony, you'd better pay me back for this."
They picked up their food and started to fly to freedom, accidentally hitting the sign on the way out and making the golden arches crash to the ground. Clint winced. "Aww, sign. Why?"