Author's Note: Thank you so much so far for all your reviews, it's great to see that people are favoriting my stories, so I'm very grateful. This one's a bit of a laugh as the team finally sit down to dinner. But not everyone is pleased. Hope you enjoy it and please comment and review! Thank you :)
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"So, what have we got?" asked Coulson sitting down on the long sofa next to Skye. The smell of noodles filled his nose as he inhaled. The thought of finally getting the chance to eat some good food made his mouth water.
"We have plain noodles, spicy noodles, vegetable noodles, chicken noodles, duck noodles, beef noodles, and prawn crackers," Skye replied whilst pointing to each takeaway box in turn. They sat there, eyes greedy, deciding which one they preferred. It was a hard choice and I didn't help that they got a sudden bombardment of questions,
"Have the noodles arrived already?" asked Jemma as she walked into the lounge with Fitz by her side. He gasped, "Oh I'm starving! Are there any duck noodles?" Fitz walked quickly over to the table and starred down at the boxes, their scent making him grin hungrily.
"Yes Fitz, it's that one at the end," Coulson laughed, pointing to the end box which had the word 'duck' scribbled on the side. Sort of half jogging half skipping, Fitz reached out his arm to pick it up only to find it had been snatched away from his grasp.
"Not this time kiddo, you've had it three times in a row," Ward teased and held the box close to his chest. Fitz twitched and stood in complete disappointment, "That's because I like it." Skye giggled and picked up the beef noodle box, "Here, try this one. There won't be that much difference surely." With a face full of gloom, he took the box, thanked her and took a seat on the two seated sofa.
"I might have, um…" Jemma stood bent over the table, a finger to her lips in thought, "The vegetable one will do," she picked it up and took a plastic fork with her and sat next to Fitz. Skye patted Coulson's shoulder and smiled, "Go on, you choose next."
He shook his head, "I'll have whatever's left." Just then another box was lifted from the table, "You guys take quite a while to choose you know. Just pick up the one that's the closest," May laughed and walked round to sit next to Coulson. He looked down at the box in front of him.
"Ah, chicken," he said, pleased with his choice and opened up the box. The smell was immense and he tucked in straight away. Skye sat on the each of her seat and picked up the last remaining box, "Well that just leaves," she turned it round till she could see the writing, "Spicy, oh boy." Sitting back she pulled open the box and grabbed a fork. It had been such a long day and as they'd been around New York City, Coulson had managed to find spare time to grab his team mates a treat. He always treated them kindly; he treated everyone kindly. Within a few moments, there was silence as they sat there eating their noodles in complete joy. Well, all except Fitz that is, who kept giving Ward the 'evils' through the corner of his eyes.
"You rotten haggis," he mumbled under his breath.