"Wow Nat! This meal is really good." Steve says while trying to saw through the chicken breast on his plate. The others are gathered around the table, each in various states of misery as they attempt to eat the food Natasha had painstakingly made for them. Unfortunately, though she had tried to cook the food perfectly, it was… Shall we say, not perfect. The chicken had turned rubbery and the potatoes were just as watery as the gravy. She tried though and the Avengers loved it, but they would definitely not have her on cooking rotation anymore.
Clint nods along to what Steve said as he tries to get some potatoes on his fork only to have them slip through the tines.
"Could someone pepper my food for me." Tony mutters, distracted by images flitting across the screen propped up in front of him.
Nat rolls her eyes, "Tony, it is right in front of you."
"Hmm?" He glances up, "Oh." He grabs the shaker and after a brief pause, filled with glaring at the inedible food, he goes ham. Tiny pepper mountains take shape over his plate and flakes flutter over to Steve and Bruce who are sitting next to him.
"Tony! Stop it n-nnnn" a terrible itchy and tingly feeling starts to niggle and wiggle in the Captain's poor nose. His face scrunched up, it was inevitable, he just couldn't hold it in. "A-a-achoooooo!" The sneeze echoes around the dinner table where everyone sits and silently stares at Steve. "S-sorry, excuse me." The silent stares cause Steve's face to turn a bright tomato red.
Before Tony could think of an intelligent, or at least semi-intelligent comment, Banner steals everyone's attention. He slowly leans behind Tony toward Steve and whispers to him, "God. Bless. America."
Everyone's jaws drop, shocked at Bruce showing his sarcastic side so openly, except Tony who starts protesting, trying to steal the attention back for himself. "I was just about to say that!"
Steve gives him a droll look. "Thanks, definitely haven't heard that one before."
Chuckling, Barton claps Captain on the back, "Oh come on Cap, you have to admit, it was beautifully executed."
"Yeah." He cracks a small smile. "And thanks Banner."
"You're welcome," he says returning the smile.
"Eat up everyone! I even made desert."
All those gathered at the table try to hide their horror with forced excitement and pained yays that echo around the table. Nat tucks into her plate that had been cooked perfectly and slices into the tender piece of chicken. Ha! It worked, no more cooking for me. She grins evilly as she chews.