After a pretty lengthy lovemaking session with Steve, Natasha was hungry. Funny how sex with the super soldier always activated her food cravings, but she didn't read much into it. They both had strange food desires post coitus. For instance, if neither of them went asleep after sex, Steve usually wanted fried pickles and Natasha sometimes liked to munch on almond chocolate biscotti.

Nothing out of the ordinary, there.

The difference is, this time, Steve had went out like a light after a few minutes of cuddling with Natasha. He was such a teddy bear. Sometimes it was hard to believe that he could rip logs in half with no problem. Damn. Now, she was getting excited again.

Ah, well. If she had to, she would go back to the bedroom and wake Steve up. He bounced back faster than she did when it came to sex and she knew that he wouldn't mind if she initiated round two. Or would it be it five? She always had a hard time keeping track...

Humming to herself, Natasha made her way to the kitchen and opened the pantry door to get out her Lorna Doone's. God, those were some delicious cookies. She really loved them, even though cost a ridiculously sacrilegious price of five dollars at the grocery store - those savages should halve the price.

For this and this reason alone, Natasha bought her cookies and stashed them behind a fake wall in the pantry. Since the Avengers complex was full of so many people, she decided to install an aforementioned false wall in the pantry to hide her super yummy and only for herself unless otherwise noted snacks.

It was silly, really because Natasha wouldn't need to hide any of her snacks if people didn't keep going into them and eating them. Last week, Tony ate her last three snack wells, although they had tasted like shit because she'd accidentally purchased the fat free ones and he threw them up. So that wasn't too bad.

"The only person who knows how to keep their hands off my stuff is Thor, but he only eats three boxes of Poptarts every day. I wonder how he lives off that much sugar without dying. Being a Demi god probably has something to do with it."

Walking into the pantry, Natasha turned on the little light bulb above her head and closed the door. She didn't need anyone seeing her hiding place. Smirking, she touched the correct spot on the left side of the wall and it lit up with her spider symbol on it - that was a warning sign to anyone who might accidentally stumble onto her spot to back away while they valued their lives.

Nobody messed with Natasha's food and got away with it. Tony could attest to that. She was pretty sure that he was still dealing with jock itch after she dumped foot powder in his underwear.

After typing in a four digit code on a holographic keypad that appeared on the wall - hey, a girl could still never be too careful - there was a small hissing sound as the wall shifted and revealed the hidden shelf that Natasha's snack were on. She reached for her cookies, knowing that they were in the usual place they always were, only to touch...a dusty shelf.

"What the hell?"

The redhead furrowed her brow and ran her hand along the entire shelf, but there was no yellow rectangular package in her reach. In fact, there were no cookies in her secret hiding space at all. There could only be one reason for this.

One of the assholes on her team ate her fucking cookies.