Hello. Before I begin I would like to apologize to my 58 reviewers, 27 followers, 20 followers, and 5,697 readers of this story already for not updating in so long. If you have ever been busy, multiply that by 20 and you have me. But I found some time to work on this chapter and I hope you like it. For all new readers, thanks for reading and please review / fav / follow! Any other ideas can go in the reviews.

Now for this one shot! A few people asked for chips, but so many kinds were invented before world war 2, that I went with Cheetos! Tell me what you think!

It was Natasha's turn to do the groceries. After their last attempt to rid the world of beings that wanted the human race wiped off the planet, she had injured her ankle, so Steve, being the gentleman he is, offered to go along and drive.

"Really, Steve, I've got this."

"I don't care. I'm not letting you drive on a broken ankle."

"I've done far more complicated things."

"I'm sure you have. I'm driving." He sat down in the driver's seat. Natasha sighed but finally submitted.

After getting all the necessary food items for the next week, the two Avengers headed to the check-out line. On the way, Natasha spied a shelf of bright orange bags. She grabbed one and put it in the cart.

"What's that?"

"A bag of Cheetos"

"Are they like chips?"

"Not really. I don't really know how to describe them. They're cheesy."

"Whatever you say."

"Come on. Just try it."

"It is an unnatural shade of orange."

"That's not true. Oranges are orange. They're natural."

He reluctantly accepted the orange dusted Cheeto.

"I haven't even eaten one yet, and I already have orange all over my fingers."

"Just eat it."

He ate it. His face lit up. "That's good. Probably unhealthy but it tastes good."

"Actually, Cheetos altered they're formula so it meets the requirements for a 'healthy snack'."

"That's wonderful. Give me some more."

Natasha passed over the bag. "Have as many as you want. If you leave me alone with it for five minutes, they'll all be gone."

Steve, mid-cheeto, responded. "I know what you mean."

The bag of Cheetos was gone within the hour, after Clint and Tony showed up.

"Alright, I'm getting some more. I'm in a Cheeto phase." The comment was from Tony.

He came back a half hour later carrying a plastic grocery bag. He took out another bag of Cheetos, but this one was different. Chester was on fire.

Tony opened it up and poured some out.

They were bright red!

"That is not a color any food should be," Steve declared, wary.

Tony laughed, eating a few at once. He held one out to Steve, who eventually put it in his mouth.

It was spicy! Steve coughed and his eyes watered.

"Not expecting that, were you?" Tony smirked. Steve looked like he was about to strangle him, but didn't have enough time. He needed water.

He ran to the kitchen and poured a glass from the tap, swallowing it in one gulp, then pouring another.

Tony laughed when he returned. "You ate one Cheeto. How could one Cheeto have been that spicy?"

"I wasn't prepared."

"I could eat the whole bag without water," Tony boasted.

"Oh, really? I'd like to see you try."

"Challenge accepted."

He handed the opened bag to Steve and got the other one out of the grocery bag.

"Let's see who can eat the most." Tony opened the bag.

"Game on."

They both started shoving the neon Cheetos in their mouths, trying not to wince at the pain that was inevitably ailing them both. Tony finished first.

"I'll get you next time."

"Sure you will, Cap. Sure you will."

"I'm not going to argue with you."

"You both are fools," Pepper said as she entered the room.

She gave them each a gallon of water: literally, a gallon jug of water. They were halfway done before she even left the room.