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"I'm getting you lunchboxes", Darcy annonounces to the Scientist Three one late morning, over coffee (in Tony and Jane's case) and green tea (in Bruce's).
"Huh?"
"Since I have to remind you to eat like you are a bunch of children, let me at least get you a set of sufficiently juvenile lunch boxes. They'll be easier to carry down to the lab than plates anyway, and harder to break."
"Can I get Iron Man?" Tony pipes up like an overenthusiastic preteen. "He's the coolest and I'm the coolest and I actually am him, so..."
"Okay, Tony..."
"And Bruce gets the Hulk obviously... Cheer up, Brucie Bear, we love you and we love the big green lug, too, and we want you to know it. He's the second coolest after Iron Man."
Bruce gives a reluctant, inarticulate noise of agreement.
"Actually", Darcy concedes, "colour-coding and name tags aren't a bad idea. You won't get confused which is whose. Iron Man, Hulk, and..."
"Get her Thor. He's her boyfriend."
"Thor has a Thor lunchbox. He was so pleased to have found it, too. Jane, what do you want? On your lunchbox."
"Star Wars?", Jane half-yawns.
"Iron Man, Hulk, and Star Wars. Okay."
"Now that you mention it", Tony cocks his head, "you do look like Senator Amidala."
"And your lines are worse than Anakin's," yawns Jane, "so shut it."
Tony has the audacity to look offended.