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theumbrellaseller:

By near-unanimous agreement, if post-mission coffee occurs, it’s at Starbucks. The reason for this is simple: if they all went where they really wanted to go, they’d be scattered all over the city, and Steve is adamant that they bond. Bruce likes small, intimate places with lost of rugs and gentle music and the smell of incense. Steve likes diners and cafés where he can chat with the staff and stay for hours and maybe get some pankcakes. Clint and Natasha don’t really care, Thor hasn’t been on Earth long enough to develop a preference, and the kind of places Tony likes are out of everyone’s price range.

Steve:

Basic black Americano, no sugar. Steve will drink pretty much any coffee regardless of quality; he’s used to reheated week-old tar from his army days, and if he’s really honest, he misses it. He sometimes sneaks along sachets of powdered milk on occasion for nostalgia’s sake. No matter how many times Tony explains about inflation, he is still shocked at the idea of paying several dollars for coffee.

Tony:

Espresso. Known to add shots of espresso to his espresso. Would probably inject the stuff into his veins or bathe his eyeballs in it if the team weren’t watching him closely, because Tony doesn’t sleep. It has been hypothesised that the amount of caffeine in Tony’s system at any one time is enough to kill a medium-sized monkey.

Bruce:

Rarely drinks coffee; on the occasions he does, it’s usually a South American blend. His travels around the world have given him varied tastes and a fondness for herbal teas. His favourite, however, is green tea, and he drinks gallons of the stuff daily.

Natasha:

Figures if she’s going to have to spend a few dollars on a beverage, she should get her money’s worth. She tries to get something different every time, but is especially fond of chai lattes.

Clint:

Has an awful, incurable sweet tooth. Goes crazy for syrups. Will come up with horrific concoctions that would destroy a lesser man: his teammates watch in fascination as he guzzles choco-hazelnut-caramel-lattes with shots of espresso, whipped cream and cinnamon. Bruce wants to study his metabolism. Tony dares him to chug.

Thor:

NOT ALLOWED COFFEE. There is no caffeine on Asgard. The team are still trying to break him of the habit of throwing down his mugs when finished; as a result, he gets plastic cups of low-caffeine frappuchinos, caramel or strawberries and cream, or hot chocolate. Expounds loudly and at great length on his love of mini marshmallows. Most attempts at keeping Thor away from caffeine are thwarted by Clint, who secretly slips him sips of his Frankencoffee when no-one’s looking.

(via attackedastoria)

justmargaret:

rhymemeariver:

He would be the ginger bread man. 

FLAILY ARMS OF DELIGHT.