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Clint Barton could not sit through another one of these boring game nights. It was called a board game for a reason, after all. He looked to Nat, who seemed just as annoyed as he was that this Monopoly game was still going after five hours of play. However, Sam, Steve, and Bucky were fully engaged and still trying to beat each other in this cursed game that never seemed to end.
Why did they always let Steve choose the game? Clint would even accept another two-hour game of risk. At least Bucky and Natasha were fun to watch as they battled for supremacy.
He opened a bag of marshmallows he had snatched from the kitchen and took a bite of one of the oversized treats. Ugh, he was way too bored to take this game seriously.
“That is going to cost you $2000, Barton,” Sam said smugly when Hawkeye landed on boardwalk.
He counted his properties and couldn’t stop the glee from bubbling up. “I am free” He paused, “Broke, I said broke.”
Bucky looked over and gave him a cheeky grin, “You can’t trick me. You’re just happy to be out.” He said before narrowing his gaze at Clint’s bag of marshmallows. “Those were for desert.”
“Hey! Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?” He asked, brandishing the bag.
“Your boyfriend is a menace to society,” Sam said with a motion to Clint but still put down a five-dollar bill against him.
“And a coward. Do twenty!” Natasha said after smacking the table and sending hotels flying.
“Steve, if your girlfriend doesn’t stop cheating, she can’t play,” Sam said, trying to collect the properties.
“Oh, that's OK with me. Monopoly is monotonous, even if I find the commentary on capitalism intriguing,” she said before turning back to Clint and put down money on him.
The archer had pulled out 20 marshmallows and started with two, then went to four, and then he was at ten. He had expected to have more difficulty, but Bucky said he had a big mouth. He also lacked a gag reflex, something that he used to his advantage regularly.
“If he gets sick, I am blaming you guys,” Bucky said before putting his own money on Clint and his antics.
“Ah babe,” He said, but it came out more like wah baahb.
Bucky rolled his eyes, and Nat took out her phone and recorded the challenge. After Clint had successfully stuffed all twenty marshmallows in his mouth, Sam felt the need to try his hand and see how many he could get in his mouth. When he managed 25 marshmallows, Bucky had to prove he could fit more in his mouth. This led to an argument between Clint, Sam, and Bucky that resulted in the Avenger Marshmallow challenge. Incidentally, it was also how the Morton Williams supermarket on 9th Avenue sold out of marshmallows.