Shorts

Groceries (Avengers)

No particular pov

"Okay, so remember, we each have a list of what we need," Steve said cautiously as the group entered the Wal-Mart. "And we'll meet at the produce section to check out and pay. Got it?"

"Got it!" nearly everyone said, except for Tony who muttered a less-than-exuberant, "Sure thing, Cap."

"All right then," Steve sighed, having a bad feeling about this "go on." Everyone split up with their shopping partner, going their own separate ways.

"You think it was a bad idea to bring everyone instead of just you and me like usual?" Bruce asked, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Steve stayed silent for a moment. "We'll see!"

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Bucky picked up a large, plump plum with his metal hand, tossing it into the plastic bag.

Sam scowled. "Shouldn't you be testing those with your other hand? Aren't you just gonna crush those?" he asked as he picked up a peach, gently squeezing it.

"No," Bucky said, grabbing another plum. "I have feeling in this hand! Better than my other one, actually. And I can be gentle!"

Sam raised an eyebrow, setting his bag in their cart and moving on to the containers of strawberries. "Really? Gentle?" He flipped open the strawberry container, tossing one at Bucky. Without looking, Bucky caught it between his index finger and thumb. He didn't crush it.

"Really," he glared at Sam, tossing the strawberry back. Bucky turned to face away from Sam, who muttered something rude. Bucky chose to ignore it, moving on to inspect the apricots.

Sam looked at the blueberries, picking up a few containers and placing them in the cart. A blueberry slipped between the cracks of one of the containers, and he swiftly caught it. Snickering, he tossed the berry at the back of Bucky's head, sending it flying through his long hair and squishing on his scalp.

Bucky froze. He turned to face Sam, gripping an apricot so tightly juice leaked out, dripping onto the floor. He brought his arm back, hurling the apricot towards Sam.

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Tony pushed his and Rhodey's cart down the alcohol aisle, humming as he did so.

"Tony, we're supposed to be getting breakfast foods. Cereal, waffles, pop tarts for Thor, milk and juice. Not alco-"

Tony cut him off short. "Who's the juice for!?"

Rhodey blinked. "That, uh, that spider kid. The one who sometimes visits," he said.

"Oh," Tony said, tilting his chin upward. "Well then, we're replacing his kiddie juice with some grown-up juice. He can just suffer in silence." He snatched a bottle of Jack Daniel's off of the shelf, setting it gently in the cart.

Rhodey narrowed his eyes. "Okay," he said slowly. "While you do that, I'll go get the cereal and waffles, then."

Tony lowered his sunglasses, squinting at a bottle of Kahlua. "Oh don't worry, I'll save room for all that stuff. You can help me with this instead," he said, holding up two different bottles. "Now, hazelnut or cinnamon spice?"