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The six members of the team (except Thor, off at Jane's for the weekend), sat around the huge dinner table at the Tower.
"I'm telling you, he literally choked on his food and his buddy had to hit his back." Clint laughed, shaking his head.
"I mean, no one is saying Natasha ain't hot." Tony winked at the redhead, who only rolled her eyes.
"But nobody can make eating spaghetti look sexual. Like...It's not possible."
Clint huffed and smirked, sitting back in his seat. He looked over at the other men, eyebrow raised.
"I mean...with the sauce getting everywhere." Steve shrugged.
"Yeah...red sauce is not an attractive look." Bucky chimed in.
Bruce only shrugged.
Natasha and Clint exchanged looks before looking down at the plates of spaghetti they were eating.
"Natasha, dearest, would you please do the honors of proving these morons wrong." He gestured at the table.
Natasha was in sweatpants and one of Clint's old Shield Academy shirts, but she'd worked with even worse clothes.
The redhead sat straight, tilting her head to the side.
Her eyes were dark as looked them all in the eye, twirling pasta around her fork and lifting it to her mouth.
Her lips puckered slightly as she held onto the prongs with her teeth for just enough time.
She chewed slowly, eyes roaming around the five men, gaze hungry.
Once she'd swallowed, her tongue darted out and took an obscene amount of time licking any sauce away.
Clint grinned and leaned back in his seat, appraising the others.
Tony swallowed, adams apple bobbing, eyes glued on Natasha's mouth.
But she still wasn't done.
Her teeth bit into the flesh of her lower lip as her hand brushed her hair behind her shoulder, fingers trailing down the side of her neck.
"Uh..." Bucky stammered, eyes wide. "I stand corrected."
Natasha shot him a wink as she leaned back in her seat, performance over.
Steve chuckled, slightly uneasily, hand clutching Bucky's knee.
To Tony's right, Bruce looked flushed, tapping the side of his glass as he pulled his eyes away.
"Now tell me eating spaghetti can't be sexy." Clint grinned, throwing a casual arm around Natasha's shoulders.
The other four men just nodded or looked down at their plates.
"Being bi is fucking fantastic." Tony muttered, earning him a snack in the arm from Bruce.
"Don't worry boo, you're still my most handsomest man." Tony kissed his cheek, grinning.
"Not a word." Bruce muttered, shaking his head.
Natasha only smiled, almost shyly now, completely different to her show from a few moments ago.
"You have to teach me how to do that." Bucky grinned, glancing at a slightly red Steve.
Yeah, Steve would have no trouble watching Bucky eat like that.
"Anytime." The redhead chuckled.
"And me." Bruce chimed in.
Tony whooped and tugged Bruce into his side. "Now that I would love to see."
That would be very interesting.