Food Fight
It was the second batch of cupcakes that Natasha had made today and your first. Given the disaster that was the first batch she called you, the only Avenger who knew how to cook.
You had just put the cupcakes in the oven when you turned around to Nat, “So I guess we should do the dishes?” you said as you cast a glance over the mountain of dishes stacked on the counter.
“We could or we could do something more fun” Natasha said, an idea flowing through her head. You turned face her, only to be met with a fist full of flour.
You burst out laughing, “Its on Romanoff” you said through giggles as you threw the remaining cupcake mix at her. This exchange continued for a few minutes, until you slipped and fell to the floor.
“Shit (y/n) are you okay” Natasha said as she moved down next to your motionless body. You felt her hand rest on her shoulder, you rolled over to face her, “I’m good” you said with a small smirk, as you moved. Before Natasha realised what happened she felt flour being poured over her head. “Damn it (y/n)” she said, a small pout forming on her lips. You looked at her and smiled slightly before reaching up to hug her. The two of you ended up lying giggling on the floor until the timer went off and the two of you scrambled to oven.