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It all started with waffles, 6am ‘we’ve been fighting crime for 12 hours and need sleep but sleep can wait until food waffles’ … to be precise. Clint, who had gracefully thrown himself from a 9 story apartment building that was mid-collapse to an adjourning building while taking out 3 doom bots enroute, not 40 minutes earlier had stacked his waffles and meticulously covered them so each square had the perfect butter syrup ratio. He stopped to admire them for a second and woke up with his face covered and his team exhausted laughing at him. He scowled fiercely through his embarrassment and wiped ineffectively at his face, until Natasha took pity on him and tossed him a wet cloth.
Tony rolls his eyes through his laughter. "Relax, Cupid. I've done plenty of things that'd really make you blush, hell most of them are somewhere on YouTube.”
"Not any more sir" Jarvis interrupts.
Intrigued it had lead Clint to a new and fruitless hobby spending his dull hours between insomnia and panic trying to get Jarvis to give up the goods. It only seemed fair after all Thor can best Tony in strength, Tasha could wipe the floor with him, plus that scary eyebrow thing she did, Pepper owned him, and Cap has that whole was worshiped as a child so sad eyes win, Clint had no angle he needed the material dammit.