The One Where Clint Doesn’t Know English
Bruce sighed heavily, "Clint, there is a word for the day after tomorrow. It's called overmorrow."
Clint blatantly ignored the scientist, still ranting. "Seriously, who comes up with a word for throwing someone out the window?" After a small pause, he shoots a smirk at Tony, who'd just walked in, presumably to get more coffee. "Hey Stark, didn't Loki defenestrate you when he was doing his whole 'I'm gonna conquer you all' thing in New York?"
Tony simply glares at Clint as he passed, beelining for the coffee machine. "I'm surprised you even know such a word, Barton. Your mind is diminutive."
As Clint blinked, Bruce murmured, "It means small." Before Clint could protest, Bruce continued. "There's also a word for the day before yesterday, it's ereyesterday. English has many words for specific things-"
"Like cornobble, or yerd- which I'm seriously considering, Barton, if you finish off the pot again-"
"What the fuck is a cornobble-"
"It means I'll beat you with a fucking fish, you vagabond-"
"Who's beating who with a fish?" Steve had walked in, still flushed and sweat-slick from his morning run.
Tony turned to face him before shooting Clint a smug grin, "I hate to cut this short, Birdbrain, but I'm afraid I must talk to our very lingible Captain- privately."
As Tony led Steve out of the kitchen, coffee forgotten, Clint turned to Bruce. "Lingible?"
Bruce grimaced, "Meant to be licked."
Clint choked on his coffee.