No one would have guessed that Natasha's secret hobby was cooking-she was the only girl on the team, but it wasn't like she fit any other stereotype. But no one complained as they sat down to hot, molten cheese and long, pointy forks.
"Tony, fondue!" Clint called to the straggler.
"Uh...no thanks." Tony shuddered a little, then caught Natasha's eye. "It's nothing personal, just...God, this is so weird...when I was a kid sometimes I listened in on...things I shouldn't have, and...my parents used the word 'fondue' for...you know..."
Steve choked on his bread.