Clint groaned for what it seemed like the thousandth time that day. The upper part of his body was slung over a shopping cart handle, his hands touching the bottom of it. Natasha was comparing two cabbages, loudly humming.
"Why do you even need cabbage for Christmas?" He rolled his eyes.
"Shut up and get some mushrooms. Choose the tasty ones" She sent him a glare over her shoulder.
He sighed and turned the cart around, slowly making his way through the alleys. The small Santas hanging from the ceiling made him uneasy, as if the little lifeless eyes followed him. He had the worst kind of paranoia.
He found the frozen mushrooms Nat was so fond of and made his way back to the vegetables, thinking about all the other ways he could spend his afternoon, including lots and lots of sleeping. It was as if the bad guys never even heard of Christmas break, especially the seriously challenging ones. He would take two hundred bank robberies over Loki any day.
Scratch that – he would take Loki over grocery shopping any second.
Clint looked up from his cart and froze, his eyes taking everything in.
He got lost.
He, a trained assassin, got lost in a freaking store.
The worst of all, was that he landed in the toys section, all the tiny dolls and fluffy teddy bears laughing at his misfortune and all around dumbness – how could he possibly get lost? Ambushed, okay, kidnapped, he could take it, but lost? Natasha was so gonna laugh.
After good twenty minutes of mindlessly walking through the alleys, he finally found himself back in the vegetable section, where Nat was still trying to decide between two identical cabbages.
"You got the mushrooms?"
Clint looked at the contents of the cart. A teddy bear, ten packs of sour gummy worms, two jars of Nutella, lots of pop-tarts, a fishing rod, some plastic Christmas tree ornaments and a pack of frozen mushrooms. Well, they were frozen when he took them out of the cooler.
Well, it's not like she'll care about anything other than the cabbage.