Chapter 6: In Which something big finally happens in a rather short amount of time and words (but the chapter title is really long)
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Lunch.
The restaurant was a disaster.
It started out fine.
Really, it did.
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"So…" Darcy asked, grinning hugely at Nina. She blinked, a little unnerved.
"Ah, yeah?" The fifteen-year-old was in the backseat of a certain gorgeous hotrod red BMW M6 Gran Coupe next to Darcy. Nina, in the nine minutes she had spent inside this car, already knew enough about it to write an article for Car and Driver.
Why?
A certain gorgeous archer was very excited about it.
Very.
So, to be nice (and not, for any reason, keep his attention on her, of course), Nina let him ramble on about it while Darcy grinned (was she ever not?) and Natasha's mouth was lifted in a knowing smile.
Nina ignored them.
Until, of course, Darcy had given her a light punch.
"Tony." Darcy wriggled underneath her seatbelt. "Dish."
"Um." This lady is… interesting, to say the least. Ah, well, why not? "What d'you want to know?" Nina smirked evilly.
"Ooh, I like her!" Clint laughed, and Nina fought off a flush with great difficulty as she began to answer questions as best she could – and started asking some herself.
In his car, Tony sneezed.
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They got to some random pizza place and sat down, startling the few other groups of people so much that one serving waitress dropped her tray, splashing Pepsi everywhere, when she recognized Tony Stark and realized who everyone else must be.
They had to drag like five tables together to have room for all of them, but the owners were so excited to host the Avengers they didn't really mind.
When the shaken waitress walked over, pen in hand, ready to take their orders, Tony just sighed. "Ah, give us four pepperoni, two Hawaiian, three sausage, and whatever Steve and Thor want for themselves."
"You mean slices, right, sir…?" she asked nervously.
The Avengers laughed. "No," Tony said seriously. "Pizzas."
"Ah… okay…" she said, and turned two the two large blondes for their separate orders.
The wait was surprisingly short, and the order arrived soon.
After a few slices and an awkward pause or two, Darcy broke the ice with a, "So just what the hell are you wearing, anyway?" directed at Nina.
Nina looked down, having forgotten what she'd put on. Oh, right, green today, she remembered. "Purple," she said firmly. "It's my favorite color."
"…" There was a collective pause as everyone took in the dark forest green, calm vermillion, cheerful spring green, and bright neon green clothes and accessories.
"It suits you," Tony agreed. "Brings out the purple in your eyes." He gestured towards her olive green irises.
"I agree," said Bruce, deadpan. "I like purple too, though most of my clothes are green." He nodded to his purple shirt.
"Well, the Other Guy is purple too," Steve said, picking up his twelfth slice of sausage-pepperoni-banana pepper-extra cheese-mushroom-bacon-Canadian bacon-green pepper-avocado pizza. (No one else had touched that pizza. Nina had a feeling that this was the point.)
"This is true," nodded Bruce.
"I do like red, though…" Nina said thoughtfully, pointing to Clint's bright blue shirt (and in no way admiring what that shirt showcased, no way).
"Oh, me too!" the archer agreed. "Blue's a little too… I dunno, depressing."
Pepper frowned. "I have no idea what's going on…"
"Seconded," added Jane.
"I have learned to simply ignore it," sighed Thor, digging into his fifth pizza.
"Really?" Natasha smiled sweetly. "Well, my favorite color has always been pink," she said, looking straight at Tony's pitch black concert t-shirt.
Tony choked on his pizza slice. "Why'm I wearing pink?"
"Real men wear pink, dontcha know," Nina said calmly.
Steve bit into another slice, shoulder shaking with the effort to contain his laughter.
"Laugh it up, gramps," scowled Tony. "I'll-
And then all hell broke loose as the windows imploded, glass shattered, and tables were sent flying, while a bright red light blinded Nina.
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A/N
Oh my stars.
Everyone is WONDERFUL AND AMAZING AND YOU ALL DESERVE SOMETHING
But I am poor
And not very good at presents :(
But you know what makes an amazing present?
Betcha you can't guess.
(it's reviews)
(just so you know)
(I would actually love some constructive criticism)
(seriously)
(or just praise)
(I like that too)