Clint: I can make French Toast and eggs.
Tony: Steve doesn’t like French toast.
Steve: I’ll eat eggs.
Tony: You can’t have just eggs. So you’ll have to make sausage too.
Natasha: I’d rather have bacon.
Tony: He can make both. Oh but Bruce only eats healthy.
Bruce: Eggs are healthy Tony.
Tony: You can’t have just eggs!
Bruce: I’ll have French toast with fruit.
Peter: We’re out of bananas.
Bruce: I’ll chunk up apples.
Peter: But bananas are better. Unless you can cook the apples with a little bit of cinnamon.
Natasha: Oh yeah! And if you have the cinnamon out you might as well make monkey bread.
Clint: I hate cooking for snobby rich superheroes. They always expect whatever they want to be right at their fingertips.
Clint: That’s an option as well. What would you all want with it?
Steve: Would garlic bread be okay?
Tony: Bruce wants salad with his.
Bruce: Tony stop giving Clint more work.
Tony: While you’re at it, another jet.
Peter: Then I want Deadpool.
Natasha: Ooh have you seen that kid’s ass? I want one of those too.
Peter: Nat! He’s taken.
Clint: So are you! You guys need to calm down or you’re getting nothing.
Natasha: You’ll be getting nothing too then.
Clint: Can you all at least agree on this?
Peter: Of course.
Natasha: Hell yes.
Tony: Yes! Well…
Bruce: Yes. I’ll still eat a little bit of it Tony.
Clint: Okay, here’s the deal. You guys have till six thirty to decide what you want. People can keep sending suggestions, and you all can duke it out over it.
Natasha: Just dessert.
Tony: Anything chocolate. And maybe vodka.
Bruce: I want the breakfast.
Clint: Oh great.
Clint: So it seems I’m making monkey bread, eggs, chimichangas, spaghetti, and brownies.
Tony: And a jet.
Peter: And Deadpool.
Natasha: Double that last order.
Steve: I wouldn’t mind a less egotistical boyfriend.
Tony: That’s what Bruce is for. It’s practically the only reason he’s here.
Bruce: I’m sorry Clint. I’ll go help you cook.
Clint: I can’t deal with this shit.
Natasha: If you do, I’ll reward you very well.
Tony: Don’t forget the vodka.
Peter: So if you guys want any really interesting answers now would be the time.
Steve: Tony, Clint, and Natasha have all had more than their fair share of vodka.
Bruce: And I’m getting ready to leave and go to the hulk room when things start getting crazy.
Steve: I don’t think that will take much— Clint put that down!
Tony: Guys I just want to tell you that I really fucking love all of you.
Steve: Tony give me that!
Tony: Natasha catch!
Steve: Don’t throw the laptop!
Natasha: It’s fine Steve, I caught it. My reflex skills are perfect no matter how slammed I am.
Natasha: What am I going…
Peter: They’re all finally waking up.
Bruce: Steve and I have been up for hours!
Steve: And I’m so freaking tired.
Tony: Come Steve you can’t even start to complain.
Bruce: You’re fault Tony.
Natalie: We probably have to go home pretty soon. I just hope no one is in any sort of mortal danger today.
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Natasha: Well me, obviously, if given enough time.
Tony: Oh please, you’re not even super.
Natasha: Neither are you.
Tony: Super sexy.
Clint: I’d agree with Nat.
Steve: Bruce could you handle this?
Peter: Without becoming a major geek please.
Bruce: I think, given enough time, I’d have to side with Nat. She’s good at our job.
Tony: You just know Nat will cut off your balls if you say otherwise.
Clint: It’s a legitimate concern.
Peter: Hey everyone, since I’m at school so hopefully my dads aren’t looking, I figured now would be a good time to ask you what you think about asking Wade to prom. Should I? Should we even go? If so, how should I ask him? Is it worth the stress?