The club signs were still up on Monday (or, at least most of them were), so Tony counted it as a win. That paired with spending a majority of the wee morning hours elbow-deep in computer parts and Jarvis’ mind-blowing french toast for breakfast left Tony in an extraordinarily good mood.
Said good mood, however, lasted until Tony stepped foot in the teacher’s lounge. Specifically because Clint was waiting for him, suspicious-looking purple drink in hand.
“What the hell is this?” Tony asked, staring at the smoothie cup.
“Acai berry smoothie with ground flax seed,” Clint answered, a pleased grin stretching over his face. He shook the cup for Tony to take. “It’s good for you.”
“… I’ll just stick to our shitty coffee, thanks,” Tony said slowly; he started to shuffle around Clint, who still had his arm outstretched in Tony’s personal space. “I don’t like being handed stuff, anyway.”
Over by the counter, without even looking up from her lesson plans, Natasha threw one arm up and sent the coffee maker careening to the floor. It seemed to survive the incident relatively unscatched until Natasha slammed the heel of her boot into the carafe. “Oops,” she said ‘apologetically’, never looking up from her clipboard.
“What,” Tony whispered, “the fuck? Also, what is your shoe made of?”
“Woman, you did not just break my goddamn coffee pot,” Logan growled from the corner.
Natasha shot him a cold stare. “Oops,” she repeated, blinking once.
“So, smoothie?” Clint prompted again, jiggling the cup back and forth.
