Chapter 3
It’s four in the morning, and Darcy needs sugar and fluff.
The Machine That Shrieked is up and running again, now with a label with it’s new name on.
They managed to contain the explosion to a small area of the lab, and due to Darcys quick moving most of Jane's notes were unharmed. There was still a lot of clean up to do, and it had taken the rest of the day and most of the night. Jane was finally convinced to crash on the couch in the corner of the lab, but Darcy needed sugar and fluff.
And so she found her way to the communal kitchen. It was technically the Avengers kitchen, but by the looks of it no one ever came in here. She checked the cupboards and did a little victory dance when she found all the ingredients she needed to make vaffel. A short trip to her apartment was necessary to dig out the vaffel iron from one of her boxes. Ten minutes later the sweet sweet smell of vaffel drifted out from the kitchen.
She should have predicted this, she really should have.
The next time she turned around, it was to the sight of the freakin’ Black Widow sitting at the kitchen counter watching her. Darcy will make a poster for her wall that proclaims that she didn’t have a fucking heart attack when that happened.
Natasha just watches her, and after staring at her for a minute, Darcy shrugs and turns back to the vaffel iron. She’s made a decent stack now, but keeping in mind the unexpected-except-you-really-should-have-expected-it company she keeps on for a few more minutes. Finally she turns of the iron and lets it sit to cool. The rest of the batter is put in the fridge. It will keep for a few days.
Carefully the vaffels are stacked and put on a tray with raspberry jam and a fresh pot of coffee. Darcy makes a smaller plate and silently puts it in front of Natasha before heading for the lab with her tray of sugar and fluff.
Natasha watches her leave before picking up the first vaffel. She has had them before, but that was a long time ago. They are perfect. A bit too sweet for her liking, but with a bit of sour cream from the fridge it’s perfect.
She has just finished the last vaffel when Clint comes in, sniffing the air with an excited look on his face. It falls when he sees the empty counter and plate in front of Natasha. She just smirks in return.
«What is that smell, and why is the food gone?»
«Darcy was making vaffels.»
«What now?»
Natasha just gets up and puts the empty plate in the sink before heading for the gym. A pouting Clint soon follows. During sparring he tries to get her to tell him what vaffels are. He really should know better than to try to get information out of a former spy.