<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Natasha watched Peter and Bruce interact, and apparently took matters into her own hands.  While they were talking, she mixed up a smoothie -- a double serving of supersoldier nutritional powder, three giant scoops of ice cream, a whole lot of strawberries and even more blueberries.  The result was a purple creamy mess that she split into three glasses.  She handed one to Tony, the second to Peter, and kept the third for herself -- all without saying a single word about it.<br/>
<br/>
Tony raised an eyebrow at her, then at the glass.  His lips twitched.  "Are you handling me, Agent Natashalie?"<br/>
<br/>
"I am feeding my baby spider, and there was too much," Natasha answered serenely.  Nevermind that she'd chosen strawberries and blueberries because they were Tony's favorites -- she certainly wouldn't have made the effort just for him.  Of course not.  (In the privacy of her own mind, she knew that was utter bullshit.)<br/>
<br/>
"Right."  Tony sipped the smoothie and hid a smile.  He didn't really register the fact that he'd taken it directly from her hand -- or that she hadn't hesitated to hand it to him.  Most of the Avengers had grown accustomed to his eccentricities, and placed things on tables near him rather than expecting him to take them directly.  Few people could hand him things without tripping that particular trigger -- Tony hadn't realized Natasha was one.  Rhodey had always been immune -- Bruce and Peter were safe, too.  Pepper, absolutely.  Slowly but surely the rest of the Avengers were becoming 'safe' in his mind, too.  "Better drink up, kid.  Scary Spice there might get mean if you spurn her gift."</span></span>