Your Child Is At Register 10! Natasha/Bruce
Bruce, Natasha, and Clint all are at the store, shopping for all of the Avengers.
"Doesn't Tony have a personal shopper or something?" Clint huffs, looking at the huge selection of Pop Tarts available, trying to remember which one Thor likes.
"He fired him," Bruce sighs.
"Well I'm telling Tony to split his old pay three ways, because what the hell is wheat germ?" Nat crosses her arms.
"Hey, I gotta go to the bathroom, wait here," Clint walks away.
"If we wait Tony will have a cow that we took so long," Bruce says to Nat, knowing Clint won't hear him.
Natasha sends a text to Clint, telling him they'd be in the dairy aisle.
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"Natasha Romanoff! Bruce Banner! Your child is at register 10!" Is announced over the PA as Bruce and Nat are checking eggs.
The both head to the front of the store to find Clint sitting on a bench nearby, pouting.
"Clint? What the hell?" Bruce frowns.
"You two left me!" He exclaims.
"I texted you!" Natasha defends.
"You texted my dead phone?" Clint shows her that his phone won't turn on.
"Come on, you big baby, we have to find Tony's weird cereal and get Steve's granola bars," Bruce rolls his eyes.
"I can't believe you guys left me! I said "I gotta go the the bathroom, wait here" and you two left! I looked through half this store before an employee was like "hey, did you lose your kids or something?" and I had to say no, so he was like "your parents?" and I just kinda said yes! Do you know how embarrassing that is?! I'm a grown man!" Clint complains as they walk.
"He's so cranky when he doesn't get his nap," Bruce jokes.
"Hopefully the car ride will put him to sleep," Nat laughs.