"What's that?" Steve asked Natasha as she emptied a bag of colored candies into a glass bowl for a party Tony was hosting later.
"Don't tell me you've never had M & M's before!"
"What?"
"Have you ever had M & M's before?"
Steve remained silent.
"Well, have you?"
"You told me not to tell you that I've never had them."
Natasha groaned.
"What's this?" Clint asked as he walked in.
"Steve's never had M & M's before."
"WHAT?! Wait, but weren't these, like, made for you guys?!"
"Made for who guys?"
"They were, like, made for World War 2 soldiers."
"Well, I've never heard of them before."
"That's insane."
"Not really."
"Yes, it is."
"No, it isn't."
"Yes, it is."
"Are you questioning my sanity, because I think I would know if I had mental health problems."
"They say no one ever realizes they're going crazy."
"Guys," Natasha interrupted. "Can we just get on with it." She paused, then turned to Steve. "But you seriously need to have some."
Steve took an M & M from the bowl, looked at it quizzically, and then popped it in his mouth
"It just tastes like chocolate."
"Try the brown ones."
"Why? Don't they all taste the same."
"NO! The brown ones are more chocolaty."
"Natasha, that's a myth." Clint piped in.
"NO IT"S NOT! I WOULD KNOW!"
"They all taste the same."
"That's not true!"
"You're right, the green one tastes like apple," Clint said jokingly. Steve believed him.
"really?"
"Yup, and the red ones taste like cherry."
"Cool! What do the blue ones taste like?" He grabbed a blue one.
"No! those are poison!" Natasha yelled.
Steve dropped the M & M. Natasha and Clint burst out laughing.
"Hey! I thought you guys were serious!"
Natasha put on a serious face.
"We were."