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The Doritos

There was nothing unusual about that day, Tony thought, looking back at how he had woken up at 10 am and had peeled his face from his workbench where he had unknowingly fallen asleep.

No, there was nothing that morning to warn him that he would make the greatest discovery in the history of ever in a few hours, nor that he would find a considerable dent in his bank allowance.

But, meh, it was a small price to pay.

So, that morning Tony Stark rubbed to drool from the corner of his mouth and head upstairs to the main kitchen.

His mind was sort of solely focused on only the word 'FOOD,' so really, it came as no surprise that when Tony saw a lump hanging from the ceiling, he screamed.

It was a manly scream. A scream that screamed of manliness. That cracked on the end. But that was irrelevant.

"Peter! What the hell are you doing on my ceiling?"

The kid cocked his head to the side from where he was (somehow) eating cereal upside down.

"I got kicked out of our apartment yesterday because Wade blew a hole in the floor and Steve said I could stay over and I would have asked you if I could but when I went into the workshop you were sleeping and you looked really peaceful and I don't say that in a creepy way, I didn't like, watch you sleep, but I didn't want to wake you because you aren't getting enough sleep lately, although judging from your expression I probably should have woken you up and-"

"Aargggg it's too early for this, Kid. Friday, make me a coffee."

"You know that cocoa beans aren't going to be able to grow in 2050, so you might want to wean yourself off-"

"Peteeerrrr! It's too-" Tony cut himself off, squinting at the kid. "Wait. Why are you so hyper this morning? You're not usually this-"

"Steve made me a coffee."

"STEVE WHAT?" Tony whirled around to the living room couch, where Steve was innocently eating a piece of toast, watching Tony and Peter in amusement.

Steve shrugged. "The kid asked for it."

"I told him not to," Bucky chimed in, "But he didn't listen."

Tony rolled his eyes, and picked up his coffee.

"What do we want to do today?" he said, looking to the three in the immediate area.

Bucky shrugged, and Steve was too enamoured in his toast (How is Nutella so good and why wasn't it invented in the 40s?) to answer. Peter however, screamed "STAR WARS!" at the top of his lungs, causing Steve, Tony and Bucky to all flinch.

There was a cry from the ceiling, and Clint was suddenly on the floor.

"Morning guys," he groaned, sitting up.

"Did you sleep in the vents again?" Bucky asked.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Natasha's angry with me."

"You're a dead-man," Tony said, sipping his coffee.

"I'm hungry," Clint announced, moving over to the pantry. He swung open the doors, and reached to pull out-

His hand grabbed at empty air.

Clint's shoulders clenched. "Guys," he breathed through clenched teeth.

He whirled around to face the four.

"Where are my Doritos?!"

Clint was fuming.