BÚBOS rántotta, you decide, is your new favorite way to eat eggs. Maybe it's just the way Wanda makes it, but whatever it is, you're not alone in thinking that. Natasha and Steve would have gladly polished off the last of it if you hadn't bullied them into leaving some for Tony.
"Well, I think it's safe to say we don't need to worry about our food situation when Barton takes his vacations," Steve declares.
"Hear, hear!" you and Natasha cheer. Wanda looks embarrassed, but pleased, for her food to be getting so many compliments.
When Tony comes down a little after 2pm, he reaches for one of the many containers of lobster bisque from Panera, but you force the Tupperware of the remaining Búbos rántotta into his hands. He looks doubtful at first, but that doubt quickly goes away.
"You made this, Maximoff?" he asks, sounding impressed.
Wanda nods. "My mother taught me how when I was 6 years old."
"Does this mean you won't be living out of takeout containers when Clint isn't here?" you tease.
"Let's not go that far," he responds.
"Y'know, your point really gets undermined when you continue to stuff your face." You giggle. "Maybe for your birthday Wanda should just make you a gallon tub of Bubos Rantotta."
"No, she shouldn't. Because I don't want anything for my birthday."
"Oh, come on," you groan. "You say that every year, and every year I make you something, and every year you like it."
"Yeah, well, that's different. You're my kid. I'm obligated to pretend to like the things you make me."
You gasp with fake hurt. "Rude! Maybe I won't get you anything this year, then."
"Yes, you will," he says casually. "Because knowing you, you started it the day after my birthday last year."
"Your birthday is soon?" Wanda asks.
You nod. "In four days. And I was going to do something special for it, but I guess I don't have to anymore."
Tony rolls his eyes. "You know I love every birthday party you've thrown me."
"Not as much as you love the one you threw for yourself in 2010. Ooh! Maybe we can just recreate that one! Get you a couple bottles of alcohol, let you get drunk and do something stupid..." you suck in a breath through your teeth as if you've just thought of something you don't like. "Oh, no, that's not special, is it? It's what you do every day."
Tony gestures at you with his spoon. "I gotta say, I like the Lexi from a few hours ago better. Can we maybe go back to her, please?"
"Nope," you say brightly.
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"Balloons, check. Streamers, check. Cake... cake! Where's the cake?" You gesture your clipboard around frantically.
Happy crosses his arms, glaring at you. "You said clipboard manager is my job."
"You weren't having enough fun doing it. And this has to be fun! It's a birthday party!"
"Well, if you're going to take my job, you don't get to use my clipboard. Get your own."
"I don't have my own."
"I never said you could use mine."
"You have a million clipboards! How did you even know this one was missing?" you ask exasperatedly.
"Because I keep my clipboards very well-organized," Happy says stubbornly.
"Well, you can just use one of your other well-organized clipboards while I'm using this one."
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