The dinner with everyone part 1
Tony wasn’t entirely certain what he was going to do about over excited and nervous super heroes.
Honestly.
They all knew the kids.
They all knew Cooper and Don and Charlie and Ian…wait, maybe some of them didn’t know all four of the associated adults, but maybe that was just Natasha?
But Natasha was fine.
Clint was like a six year old who got into the cookie jar at 4 in the morning and then proceeded through all secret stashes of candy before being absentmindedly fed a bowl of sugar cereal topped with soda and gumdrops.
Like a cross between possessed and possibly morphing into a hummingbird.
He hoped that Bruce bulked out just to sit on him.
Bruce looked like he was considering it.
And he was just pseudo catering this one.
Just like the cookout he’d had with Cooper and the kids and Don and Charlie a couple months ago, everything prepared, just toss it on the grill.
So nothing to worry about there and Ian had plenty of time to fuss and make a dessert to bring if he wanted to or felt like he needed to based on some arcane variant of personal etiquette.
Maybe that was the problem.
There was nothing to do to keep the superheroes occupied so they were….
Unable to focus their excited energy somewhere else.
Right.
Tony went to the grocery store.
He bought a cart full of vegetables.
He brought them back.
“Hey. I need help cutting vegetables for salad.”
Attention grabbed, all superheroes assembled for salad preparation.
Okay.
They didn’t need salad.
They definitely didn’t need this much salad.
But with the appetites in this room at least, they would eat this much salad.
And they were trying to out do each other in making the salad vegetables into something that would appeal to kids.
Cutting different vegetables into shapes.
Some even recognizable.
Actually most were recognizable if your looked at them from the right direction.
And he was going to get out of the kitchen because now the spy twins were trading knives by throwing them back and forth and someone was going to get hurt and most likely it would be him.
Right.
He moved out of the kitchen and checked the eta for the prepared foods.
He checked the list of prepared foods.
Oh good.
He hadn’t actually ordered salad, so they wouldn’t have double salad…because that was way too much salad.
Bruce joined him on the couch.
Steve was supervising the salad situation.
Bruce was giving him a knowing grin.
He shrugged.
They just needed to keep everyone occupied for another four hours…then they’d have company and the kids could keep everyone occupied.