“But I like junk food.”
“I am aware of this. Eat your fruit salad.”
“But it’s full of… Fruit.”
“Thus the name.” Coulson resisted the urge to roll his eyes. ”Eat it.”
“That’s fine, but if you go for the cookies, I swear I will put you on the ground.”
Clint groaned, slumping low in his chair. ”That would almost make it worth it. Either I get cookies, or I’ll get jumped. Win-win.”
“No sex in my kitchen,” Tony said, wandering in. He rubbed a hand over his head, yawning. “Good morning.”
“It’s three pm.” Clint gave him a look and flicked a piece of melon at his forehead.