Oneshots... Assemble!

Baking

I know, I know — I haven't written for everyday, but it's fine! I started school on Thursday, soooo... (I don't like my algebra teacher or the class—) help.

Bruce contemplates Peter and Tony's sanity after he finds them with an Easy-Bake oven. Aaand Clint blows something up.

Bruce Banner would've been happy if it was a normal day. A normal day with his normal science partner working on a completely reasonable project or lab experiment. Yeah, no.

When your partner is Tony Stark and you're working in the Avengers Tower with a bunch of other superheroes...it's a little less than the average normal. Those types of days were far behind Bruce, ever since he'd been exposed to all that gamma radiation...or the whole alien invasion on New York. Yeah, that one was pretty strange.

The scientist walked into his shared laboratory, whistling a small tune. He paused when the smell of smoke reached his nostrils. What did Tony do this time?

"Tony?" Bruce called hesitantly.

Somebody grunted. "Ah, Brucey-Bear! Perfect."

"Why is my presence defined as 'perfect'?" He asked. "You better not blow up all my research!"

There was a shuffling sound and metal clanked around. Then, Tony himself walked out from the corner. Well actually, he crawled out from beneath his lab table. Running his oil stained hand through his hair, Tony ran over to his friend.

"Okay," Tony said, "so Pet— I mean — Spider-Man. He told me about this thing called an Easy Bake Oven, right?"

Bruce nodded, although he didn't have any idea what the rambling billionaire was talking about. He almost revealed that spider vigilante's name though, which was mildly interesting. "Right."

"We ran a few tests on one—"

Bruce interrupted quickly. "Wait. You ran tests on a kid's toy?"

"Well, it's so much more than that!" Tony defended. "You can bake these little treats with it — and you can use it for science purposes."

"That doesn't change what it is."

"It's close enough for government work, Bruce," Tony exclaimed. A small voice in his head whispered something about how that expression is something the author's dad always says...but what did that even mean? (True story.)

Tony went to the table and pulled out a hideous purple box.  A large dial on the front was turned all the way to the right, indicating that it was on the highest setting. But before Bruce could tell Tony that that was a bad idea — the billionaire dropped it and yelped.

"Motherfucker!"

Bruce started to panic. He imagined all that could go wrong. They could be killed, hurt, and according to his friend — Pepper always had the worst lectures. You had to sit through the whole thing, otherwise you would regret it later during a double session. "What's wrong? Do I need — um, a fire extinguisher? A fire blanket? Even just water?"

Tony rolled his eyes, but was grateful that Bruce was concerned about his well-being. "Nah. I only burned myself because this thing is so fucking hot!"

"Well," a new voice suddenly announced. "What happened to you being a genius, dumbass?"

Both scientists looked up toward the vents. The lid popped off and Clint dropped onto the floor, landing on his feet. "Hiya."

"How long were you there?" Bruce asked while Tony was too stunned to say anything.

Clint shrugged one shoulder and checked his watch. "A few hours — I ate breakfast up there with Nat."

"Of course you were, because we're normal people living together." Tony sighed and grabbed a pair of oven mitts. He put the oven back on the table, ignoring Bruce and Clint's worried look. "And you're the dumbass, Barton.

"What were you saying about that earlier? Before we got interrupted." Bruce said.

Tony put his hand on top of the oven. "I made some technological advancements in order to properly fluctuate and divide the—"

"I know that I speak many languages, Stark, but please refrain from speaking 'nerd'." Clint smirked.

"Well, my linguistic skills pay the bills around here. Shut up," Tony argued back. Bruce, feeling like the only sane one, held up a hand to silence the two of them.

Bruce and Tony engaged in a boring conversation about science and Easy Bake ovens, but Clint wasn't paying any attention. Instead, he saw a lever on the oven's left side. "Stark."

"—the heating system is still a little—"

"Stark."

"—could get it working better by tomorrow if I just—"

Their resident archer didn't even try and ask before flipping the mystery lever.

***

[5 MINUTES AGO:]

Natasha landed on the tiled kitchen floor perfectly. It really wasn't a challenge after all of her agility training — both from ballet at the Red Room and from sparring (winning) against her best friend.

She deposited the plates from breakfast into the sink, knowing it was Steve's turn to wash dishes that particular day.

Natasha made some more tea and poured coffee into Clint's thermos. He always drank a lot in the morning, and combined with Tony...the Avengers needed a ton of coffee.

The elevator beeped and the doors slid open. Pepper stood there with Captain Rogers, chatting animatedly about a story that had took place several months ago. They walked out and into the common room.

Sitting on the couch, Steve laughed. "That definitely sounds like something Stark would do."

Natasha allowed herself to smile, already having a good idea about what happened with the billionaire. She'd seen several prime examples of him being an idiot — most of them included Clint participating somehow.

Jarvis automatically turned on the TV and adjusted the thermostat to ideal temperatures. That means what Tony wanted since everyone on the team disagreed about what the word ideal meant. Natasha had grown up in the cold, and therefore preferred the cold. Clint had always known a hot and muggy environment, and poor Steve didn't even know what the thermostat was.

All three of them sat there, not saying anything else and watching the news. Suddenly, a loud blast reverberated in the tower. Nome of them jumped.

"Should we be worried?" Steve asked, trying to keep his face solemn.

Natasha shook her head. "Our local dumbasses are at work."