"Okay, I'm heading to Costco. Anyone want to come?" Clint asked, putting a jacket on.
"I'll come." Steve stretched his arms out and sighed. He stood up from his stool and pulled on his jacket.
"Oh shoot, I left my wallet in my room. Tony, got any cash and or cards on you?" Clint sighed.
"Nice try, Legolas." Tony held up a credit card. "But fine. Don't spend it all on Pop Tarts." The man smiled. "Bye Steve, bye Clint." He tossed the card at Clint, who caught it and stuck it in his pocket with one motion.
"We're taking the convertible!" Steve yelled as they ran to the garage. As they were about to get in, a small, powerful motorcycle zoomed into the garage at lightning speed. Natasha Romanoff leapt off the motorcycle and pressed a button on her wrist. A small boom could be heard in the distance and the garage doors closed.
"Sorry boys, no shopping run today." Natasha grinned cheekily. "It's actually best if everyone stays inside for a while."
"Do I even want to know why there was an explosion?" Steve asked in his majestic way.
"Nah. It's probably classified." Natasha smirked at Clint and Steve.
"Okay Nat, but we need to go shopping. Thor nearly ate all the pop tarts." Clint explained.
"You can't leave the tower. Streets will be filled with Hydra agents looking for Avengers roaming around. No matter what. We aren't going to get captured again." Natasha patted Clint's shoulder and walked away. Clint and Steve just stood by the cars until she was gone.
"So, we'll just take the Audi." Clint sighed, faking disappointment.
"We can't go! Didn't you hear what she said?" Steve grabbed Clint by the arm.
"I did." Clint pried Steve's fingers off his arm. "But Thor needs his Pop Tarts, and we are also out of milk and Nat's cereal." He opened the door to the silver Audi that Tony had tinkered with to make it more "Avenger-y".
"Clint we cannot go out there and get captured we CAN'T!" Steve exclaimed, trying to push Clint away from the car, but the assassin dodged him and jumped into the car.
"Are you coming?" Clint asked.
"Fine. But if we get attacked by Hydra again it's your fault." Steve hopped into the car and pressed one of the many buttons. The console lit up and Friday's voice filled the car.
"Place hand on the armrest," Friday said. "Voice activation required."
"Uh…" Steve jumped, his hand on the armrest. "Captain America."
"Denied," Friday said matter-of-factly
"Capsicle?" Steve said slowly.
"Welcome, Capsicle," Friday announced. Clint put his hand on the armrest.
"Legolas." He said confidently, giving Steve a smirk.
"Welcome, Legolas."
"Okay, I'm driving," Clint said. "I trust me more than a grandma from another century."
"Hey!" Steve protested as they tore out of the garage and down the street. Almost immediately, they were surrounded by big, black SUVs with tinted windows.
"Shhhhhit," Clint muttered, drawing out the syllables in a comic country accent.
"Language please, Barton." Steve gripped the armrests.
"Oh, Steve calm yourself," Clint said, not looking anywhere but at the road.
"To the store, come on Clint to the store! Where are you going!?" Steve exclaimed as Clint took a sharp right down an alley.
"I'm losing them. In the backstreets so that we can go into the store without dying." Clint told Steve calmly.
"Oh…" Steve was quiet for a few minutes as they drove through the windy backstreets and side streets. They drove for about 15 minutes, the SUVs still following behind.
"Clint, this isn't working," Steve said, a little too loudly.
"Hold on tight, we are going through Times Square." Clint grinned cheekily as the minor panic dawned on Steve's face
"Oh God, not Times Square!" Steve gripped the sides of his chair, eyes wide. Clint laughed as he stepped on the gas and zoomed right into the traffic, only to find himself stuck in the heavy, afternoon traffic.