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It started like any other 7/11 Slurpee Day, loud, chaotic, and somehow sponsored by Stark Industries. It had become an Avengers tradition to go out, get a slurpee and visit with the kids. Ever since Tony bought out a bunch of 7-Elevens and claimed it as “a crucial team-building exercise,” they’d all played along. This year, of course, he took it to a whole new level.
“Welcome,” Tony announced grandly, “to the launch of Avenger-Themed Slurpees™ .”
Each Avenger had their own signature flavor. Captain America’s Freedom Freeze or Blue Raspberry.
Iron Man’s Repulsor Cherry Blast or Bold Cherry.
Black Widow’s Black Ice Berr y Mystery.
Hawkeye’s Bullseye Grap e
Hulk’s Lime Smash
God of Thunder Punch
Falcon Fuel which was simply Cola and Webslinger Watermelon
They all grabbed their signature cups and regrouped outside, lounging on the in Central Park, taking pictures with fans and relaxing. Sam was busy judging anyone who didn’t pick his cola, arguing that it’s the best of all flavors. Peter had his mask pulled up just enough to uncover his mouth and was sticking his tongue out in every picture to see what color it turned. While Clint was trying to convince Bruce that mixing four flavors was “scientifically rebellious,” and Natasha watched them all.
Well…everyone except Tony and Steve.
“Where are they?” Sam asked, adjusting his sunglasses. “They were here five minutes ago.”
“Tony said he had to ‘tweak the temperature calibration on the cherry,’” Peter offered helpfully
“Cap said he was gonna wait for his flavor to finish freezing, the light was on when he went to get his,” Bruce added.
Natasha squinted back towards the 7-
Eleven. “They’ve been gone a while. You don’t think they’re—?”
“—arguing about proper ice ratios?” Clint guessed. “Definitely.”
“—debating what flavor is clearly the best?” Sam says holding up his cola slurpee.
“—holding hands behind the dumpster?” Thor added cheerfully.
Everyone turned to look at him.
“What?” Thor shrugged. “I’m just saying what we’re all thinking.”
Before anyone could respond, Steve and Tony finally reappeared, walking out casually from around the corner, Slurpees in hand, smiles way too relaxed.
“Problem solved,” Tony announced, slipping on his shades.
“Didn’t take too long to freeze,” Steve added, far too smoothly.
Tony looks at Steve before tapping his cup against Steve’s “Cheers to liberty, freedom, and artificial dyes.”
Steve raised an eyebrow. “Because mines blue?”
“Because it’s blue and ridiculous. Like your uniform.”
Steve smirked. “You’re one to talk. What flavor did you get?”
Tony took a long, smug sip of his red Cherry Slurpee. “I went with classic. Bold. Timeless. Like me.”
“Okay,” Natasha said, finally turning toward them with that signature look, the one that promised either danger or delight. “I have a question.”
Steve tensed. “Yeah?”
“If you got cherry,” she said to Tony, then pointed to Steve, “and you got blue raspberry…”
Both men nodded, sipping in sync.
“So then…” she paused, smirking, “why are both your tongues purple?”
There was a beat.
A long beat.
Everyone turned and watching the two men.
Tony coughed. Steve choked on his Slurpee.
Peter dropped his cup. “Wait—what?!”
“It’s probably…” Tony began.
“Color theory,” Steve finished quickly.
“Right,” Tony nodded. “Art. Science. Blending of patriotic values.”
Natasha just sipped her Slurpee with a smug grin. “Sure it is.”
Clint snorted. Sam started laughing so hard he almost dropped his Falcon Fuel .
Nat sipped her drink , unimpressed. “You were not checking the Slurpee machine.”
Tony grinned. “We were conducting a taste test . For the record, cherry and blue raspberry? Very compatible.”
Steve shook his head, blushing but clearly not sorry.
Peter held up his phone. “I’m sooo tweeting this.”
Clint clapped. “Best Slurpee Day ever.”
Steve glanced sideways at Tony. “We’re never hearing the end of this, are we?”
Tony shrugged, wrapping his arm around Steve’s waist while smiling. “Worth it.”