The Missing Oreos
Prompt: Reader has an unhealthy addiction and unconditional love with her oreos. Everyone in the team is aware of this fact.So who the in the hell ate the last box?…Now Reader is out for blood.
Warnings: Some swearing? Except for that all fluff and happy times with the avengers!!
Pairings : (A bit of) Natasha x Reader
It had been a long day, and before that an exhausting week.Wanda,Bucky and you were sent on a under cover mission in the depths of central Europe to retrieve some data base. Luckily, all went smooth and it was a success, all of you only with a few scrapes and maybe a concussion.You shake in your seat with nervous energy, even if it was a week you already felt homesick, so seeing the compound made you way happier than it should. Swiftly you exited the jet and ran into Natashas arms, who yelped at the force of your hug.
“Wow there, someone really missed me huh?” Natasha asked, a playful smirk on her face.You nod while burning your face on her neck, comforted by the familiar scent of your girlfriend.
After some sweet nothings and miss yous , you quickly peck her lips and let her go to practically run towards the kitchen, mouth watering at the prospect of you oreos. You were starving, so now you priority was to eat a lil something and then go cuddle with Nat.With a small jump you arrived, opening the third cabinet under the counter.
Only to find…nothing.
“What the…” You mutter while blind searching into the cabinet. Your body slides until you end with your head inside only to find absolutely nothing. With a grunt you get up, anger starts rising through your body, cheeks increasing in warmth.As you close and open cabinets with maybe a little to much force, your patience starts to quickly decrease.It’s not until you catch the bin, with the empty and open box on it that you lose it.
“PEOPLE, KITCHEN.NOW!” Your yell with anger, throwing the box on the table without care.
Everyone around tenses at your tone. Sweet, patient Y/N yelling? Oh boy, this ain’t going to end well. Steve,Sam and Bucky are the first ones, along side a sleepy Wanda not far behind. Vision phases through the wall, making Nat who was coming through the door jump a little.In any other occasion you would have laughed a little, but now all you were seeing was red. The last one was a grease covered Tony.Even if he looked un pleased by the sudden call, he knew better than ignore an angry Y/N.
You crossed your arms, not taking eyes away of the box. “So.Who ate it?”…Silence. You sigh, pinching your nose and hiding a maniac smile. “I’m not mad, I just want to know.” The air could be cut with all the tension building up.
“I did, I ate them” Wanda blurted suddenly, nervously reading the room. Your didn’t event bothered to look at her.
“No, no you didn’t.” You denied while sighing. “Sam?” The falcon lifted his arms in defense. He did have a sweet tooth.“Don’t look at me! Look at Bucky.” He retorted.Bucky turned at his friend, an incredulous look in his eyes.“What?! I didn’t ate them!” Sam lifted a brow.
“Then how did you know they were eaten?” He inquires with dramatic tone, making Bucky roll his eyes.
“Because the box is right in front of us, and it’s empty.” He states.
“…Suspicious” .His eyes narrow.
“No it’s not.”
“If it matters… Probably not but, I saw Steve around the kitchen earlier” Tony acuses with a finger, making Steve cross his arms.“What?! Liar, I don’t even eat this crap!” He protests, all eyes on him now.
“Oh really? Then what were you doing by the counter earlier?” Steve steps closer to him.
“I use the top cabinet to stack my protein bars. Everyone knows that,Tony!” His voice is dripping with venom, now chest to chest with the genius who stands his ground,tension rising. Wanda fidgets with her rings.“C’mon let’s not fight! I’ll pay for them Y/N” You nod is disagreement.
“No! Who ate them?” You declare stubbornly.
“Miss Y/N?” Vision speak up, catching all the attention. “Miss Natasha has been awfully quiet.”
 Natasha looks at him dramatically,placing her hands on her waist.
“Oh really?”
“Yes really.”
“Oh my God-“
And then everything falls into chaos, you growing in annoyance at not founding the culprit.
You don’t even notice how they all leave to place their discussion in the middle of the living room, leaving you alone in the kitchen. It’s not until when you are about to exit, defeat in your shoulders,that you see something on the top shelf. A blue box. No, it couldn’t be…
Grabbing a chair, you catch the box, cold sweat appearing on your body as a brand new Oreo box greets you. Shit, you remember now. Before leaving you threw away that empty box, and decided to place the one you had left on the top shelf alongside the snacks that no one never wanted and just left there.
“Well, fuck…” You murmur, watching how the heated argument wasn’t cooling off. It certainly look like it would last. Quietly, you grab the box and hide it under your shirt,slowly drifting off to your room with yells on the background.
