Hey there! Sorry I'm late! I was blanking, so my sister, I'vebeenLOKI'Dyetagain needed to give me a boost. She wrote the beginning of the story. Anyways, thanks to everyone who reviewed/favorited/followed! You guys rock! *-*

So, this lovely chappie of awesomeness was requested by Guest (guest), Lillyflower01, and TinaFrostDahMuffinburger. Hope you enjoy it! :)

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Thor: YOU WILL NEVER OWN ME NOR MY KIN NOR MY BROTHER NOR MY FRIENDS!

Me: Aw... *pouty face*

Clint opened the refrigerator door, staring at the contents and letting the cool air waft into his face. He sighed, shutting it again. He then rechecked all the cupboards. He found raspberry pop tarts, raspberry syrup, raspberry tea... but no raspberries. They didn't have any of his favorite fruit, and he found himself suddenly craving them.

He turned around to leave, only to find Loki standing right behind him.

"AAAHHH!" Clint yelped in surprise. "Don't do that!"

Loki smirked. "And just what are you up to, Barton?"

"I am burdened with glorious purpose!" Clint declared, puffing out his chest.

"And just what would that be?" Loki asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

"To get raspberries!" Clint said importantly.

"Ah, what an important mission," Loki said sarcastically.

"It is!" Clint protested. Loki just rolled his eyes. Clint huffed, returning to his inspection of the refrigerator. "Meh... There's nothing here..." he grumbled, annoyed.

"Can't you just go buy some, then?" Loki asked pointedly. "You would get your raspberries, and I would get some peace and quit from your whining for a while."

Clint stuck out his tongue in an ever so mature manner. "Whatever, fine," he consented, heading away. Loki sighed happily for the opportunity to not have to listen to idiots arguing—

"Brother!"

Damn, Loki thought sourly. "What is it, Thor?"

"I have discovered a new flavor of pop tarts! They now come in rasp-berry flavor!" Thor said excitedly.

"The p is silent, Thor. You pronounce it raz- berry." Loki told him automatically.

"Brother, let us try these raze-berry pop tarts!" Thor said, still excited.

Loki sighed. "You never will get it, will you, Thor? It's not raze-berry, it's raz-berry."

"It matters not!" Thor announced. "Let us dine!"

"You're impossible," Loki muttered. Thor didn't hear, just grabbed his arm and pulled him off his chair.

Just then, the door burst open, and Clint strode in triumphantly. "I found them!" he practically squealed, presenting his raspberries. Thor looked confused.

"What are those, friend Clint?" the god asked, curiously.

"Raspberries!" Clint exclaimed happily.

Thor lit up. "These are the fruits that are in the new pop tarts!" he clarified.

Clint scoffed. "Those don't have real raspberries! Those have artificial flavoring!" he declared haughtily, as if eating real raspberries made you more important. Loki burrowed his head in his arms. Disaster was approaching like a storm, he could feel it.

"Watch!" Clint exclaimed, putting raspberries on his fingers. Thor's eyes grew wide.

"Friend Clint, please show me this trick!" he pleaded. Clint showed him how there was a hole in the raspberries, and how one could slip them on the tops of his/her fingers. Thor tried, but his fingers were too wide, and the raspberry broke apart. He frowned. "It didn't work,"

"It's just cuz your fingers are big. Try this one," Clint said, handing him a larger raspberry. It too broke. As did the next one. And the next. And the next. By now, Thor was getting frustrated.

"It isn't working! DIE, LITTLE RED DISOBEDIENT FRUITS, DIE!" Thor yelled, throwing the little green basket thingy that the raspberries came in (you know what I'm talking about) on the ground. Clint gasped.

"Nooooooo! You're so mean! I was gonna eat those!" Clint whined, jumping at Thor. "Now I gotta go buy some more!"

Natasha entered just then, taking in the sight of Clint on Thor's shoulders, whacking him with a rubber chicken (where did that come from?), Thor trying to get him off, and Loki pulling out a book as he began reading. Natasha sighed. She slid into the seat next to Loki as they watched Thor and Clint hash it out. She raised an eyebrow at Loki, who shrugged.

"It happens sometimes." the dark haired god supplied.

There it is! Hope you liked it! :D

32 requests down... you know what, I don't know how many requests I have now... don't feel like counting... but yeah, you get the idea. Requests are still welcome, though!

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