Perry the Platypus, chapter 8

A/N: Sorry again for no updates! I am just...so...tired...And I was humiliated pretty badly in front of my class, thanks to my science teacher...*twitches*
Thanks again to the reviewers!

PercyJacksonTheAwesome: Thanks! I did enjoy that simile...and yeah, I do appreciate it when people add classical instruments..then again, Bari Sax is more of a jazz instrument...WHATEVER. And BTW, I'm starting to read Percy Jackson...MEHEHHEHE! I'm excited!
Pergjithshme: I know...I'm in a jazz band! I am EPIC...LOL I'm not
Kai the Brony: Sorry! And be prepared for the stream of memes that will come! Yes, Tony Stark doesn't make you do his laundry...he makes you do his!
Bobthepegasus: Sorry for the short chapter! AND BOOOOO! HE WILL NOT!
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7. Make him eat flies or larvae or whatever the hell platypie eat

Tony knew this one would be tricky. And he knew, SHIELD gives training to their agents, to recognise poison in foods, if ever needed. And he knew, Clint had always excelled in that course...so this was particularly tricky...as he thought this, he heard two familiar voices passing his corridor. He wheeled his wheelchair (Oh and by the way...after the jazz band incident...Clint gave him two broken legs) and overheard Natasha's and the target's voice:

"So Nat, when will I meet you?"
"Around 8...and no friends this time!"
"You really think I'll bring Thor this time? He ate my food before I returned from the bathroom!"
"I know. That's why I made clear no one will come to Stark's kitchen on Saturday, at 6...I need time to cook"
"I'm getting a homemade meal? Ah, you must love me so much"
"To slave over a hot stove, yes"

The voices stopped, and then he heard some things he really didn't want to repeat...as they could cause him to be ticketed for foul language, though he wasn't in public. But now, Tony had found a way to ruin the Hawk's evening AND accomplish task 7

Being extremely quiet, he tip toed, tip toed, into the kitchen. Natashalie wasn't there, she had left to grab some stuff, but the food she was cooking was still laid out. The chicken broccoli pasta bake she was making for Clint was almost ready, she still needed to mash the potatoes, to lay on top of the pasta bake. He crept up to the counter, and then inserted, one by one, flies, larvae and other gross things, into the potatoes. He hid them under the potatoes, and hearing Natasha returning, ran like hell out of there. He ran up to his room, and whispered "JARVIS! Show the camera for the kitchen!"

A projector popped out of the wall, and a small screen came out of the lense. Tony leaned back and forth as Natasha began mashing the potatoes, using her tones arms to mash the potatoes. Thank goodness, he thought, as she had suspected the black stuff was pepper...she and Clint both had something in common, they had the world's worst memory.

The best part arrived an hour later, as Natasha set the pasta bake in front of Clint. Clint kissed her, and then took a huge bite. Tony roared with laughter as the following argument echoes through the tower:

"WHAT THE HELL?! I NEVER PUT THOSE IN THERE?!"
"YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL WHAT YOU DID! THOSE WERE DAMN FLIES IN MY FOOD!"
"I WOULDN'T DO THAT! I LOVE YOU! WHY WOULD I-"

The yelling stops as comprehensions dawns on her face

"Stark."

One word, and the two suddenly made up, by throwing shurikins at the cameras. Tony paled, knowing they were after him now. He. Was. So. Dead. He quietly murmured "JARVIS...I give my Brony room to Thor...you know how much he loves Rainbow dash"

THE LAST LINE WAS IN TRIBUTE TO YOU KAI THE BRONY! REVIEW!