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Taste Buds

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Sweet

At the rate things were going at there was a very good chance that he was going to fall sometime in the next few seconds. It wasn’t that he was having trouble caring the bakery box’s it was that Felix was circling him and sniffing at the air.

“Tony, call him off.” Steve called as he tried not to step on any of the fox's tails. Across the room Tony looked up from where he was working and grinned.

“Felix give the guy some space would you.” Felix looked up at his human at the order and took a few steps back so that he wasn’t about to trip Steve with his tails. His eyes however never left the stack of boxes that Steve was carrying.

“What’s up with him?” Steve asked as he set his burden on the counter and began separating the boxes so that no one would have to dig through the pile. Tony laughed as he stood up from his seat and made his way across the room.

“You have food in bakery boxes Steve.”  

“So?”

Tony grinned and opened one of the boxes before answering. “He can smell the cinnamon rolls.” As if to prove his point Tony pulled a still warm cinnamon roll from the box he’d opened and turned towards Felix.

“Felix has a love affair with cinnamon rolls.” It was a statement and not a question because as soon as the pastry had left the box Felix had sat at Tony’s feet and was almost begging. Tony grinned and nodded. “They’re his favorite food but he doesn’t get them often because he has a really big sweet tooth. The last time I got a box he knocked it off of the table and ate until he was sick to his stomach.”

Tony smiled at the memory. “He’s only allowed to have two a day whenever we get them because he can’t control himself. Which is really sad considering I think he’s the oldest pokėmon here other than Pyrmja. I can’t be sure about that though. Do you know how old Sunny is?”

Tony building ramble came to a stop as Felix pulled on his pant leg with his teeth. Tony shot Steve a grin before turning his attention to the sweet in his hand. “Oh, you want this? But what if I want to eat this Felix? Would you deny me that right?”

The look Felix gave his trainer said that he absolutely would. It was also a look that promised bodily harm if Tony kept stalling. Tony grinned and took one of the small plates that Steve had gotten while he’d been teasing Felix. From what Tony could see out of the corner of his eye Steve was hiding a grin at Tony’s antics. Felix whined the sound low and sad and completely fake when Tony didn’t put the plate on the floor for him.

"Here ya go, Felix.” Tony said as he placed a second cinnamon bun on the plate and set it down on the floor. Seconds later Felix was digging in.

Sour

Washington blinked from where he was sitting and cocked his head to the side. Clint had come into the habitat not long ago to spend time with Pip and Luna and while that was all well and good there was one thing that was better. Clint had bought a big bag of candy with him and if Washington wasn’t mistaken Clint had one of his absolute favorite things in that bag.

Washington shifted on his perch before he spread his wings and flapped. His glide to the floor was short and he landed a few yards away from Clint and his pokėmon. Pip and Luna nodded at him in greeting as he made his way towards their group. Clint gave him a smile when he saw that Washington had decided to join them.

“Hey there birdy.” Clint said, reaching out to scratching at Washington’s beak, “Did the candy call you down from yonder perch?” Washington clicked his beak and nodded his eyes already taking in the items he could see in the bag.

“Well I don’t have any problem with sharing. I will however pull out your tail feathers if I get in trouble with Steve for giving you candy.” Washington simply nodded and clicked his beak again. A few missing tail feathers would be worth it if he got what he wanted.

“What’s your poison?” Clint asked as he held the bag open. Reaching in with his beak Washington plucked a brightly colored bag with a pucker lipped human face on the front from among all of the other bags. The second he saw it Clint burst out laughing.

“How the Hell did I not know this about you? Seriously, Washington, we have worked together for years on and off and I never knew that you were a War Heads kind of bird.” Clint’s voice was amused and happy at the new discovery and the archer seemed more than ready to sit there and laugh about it until the sun went down. Washington puffed up his feathers and flapped his wings in a huff of annoyance before dropping the bag on top of Clint’s head.

This only caused the man to laugh harder as he picked the bag up and began to pull at the sides to open it. “What’s Steve going to think when I tell him you like unhealthy food?” Washington made an annoyed chirping sound as he watched Clint work at the little packages his favorite candies were wrapped in.

Washington really didn’t give a damn what Steve thought about his favorite food. It wasn’t like he was going to pull a Felix and eat until he was sick. He liked to think that he had more self-control than the old fox did, not that he really did, and knew when to stop eating.

“Well, I won’t tell if you won’t.” Clint said with a wink.

“Catch.” Seconds later Washington snapped his head forward and grabbed three of the sour candies out of the air.

Bitter

Asclepius steps were slow as he walked through the large meadow that they had stopped in for a break. The air was warm with spring and the ground beneath his feet was slightly soft from the rain that had fallen the day before. The flowers around him were in full bloom and looked good enough to eat.

They however weren’t what he was looking for. No, Asclepius had something else in mind for his meal and he knew that if he looked hard enough he’d be able to find it. After all the bitter tasting little plants he was after seemed to grow just about everywhere. Leaning his long neck down Asclepius nosed at a clump of tangled plants with his nose. When he failed to find what he was looking for in the clump of plants he lifted his head and moved on.

While not the most patient of pokėmon he knew when to be rowdy and when not to be. This was a lesson that all of them had been trying to get into Julie’s thick skull for a long time. Sadly they were still failing but he had a very small amount of hope that if given enough time, or something traumatizing enough, the Jigglypuff would learn when it was alright to be annoying and when it wasn’t.

While he had that little bit of hope he also spent half the time convinced that they were fighting a losing battle but all of the others seemed optimistic enough so he’d hold out a little longer. It was all he could really do because nothing short of outright murder would get Bruce to let the little pain go.

Asclepius stopped as another clump of grass caught his eye. He could just barely make out a bit of purple within the green tangle and the small splash of color was enough to get his hopes up. Leaning down he nudged at the tangled grass with his snort snot. What the grass revealed to him was enough to get him more than excited because sitting in the tangle were several dark purple thistles. It only took a moment for Asclepius to pull one of the flowers free with an extended vine. The bitter taste that flooded his mouth when he ate the flower was like a happy memory.

That might have been because it was. Thistles had always been one of his favorite things to eat when he been with his herd. The bitter taste had meant that very few others had liked them and he’d always been able to eat them to his heart’s content and he had every intention of doing the same thing now. Just as he was about to eat another thistle a sharp voice flooded his hearing and a small light body hit his back.

“What are you eating Al?” Julie asked, more like demanded to be told, as she walked up to Asclepius’ neck. Asclepius turned his head so that he was looking at Julie.

“Thistles.” He answered. He watched as Julie eyed the purple flowers wrapped in one of his vines before she reached out with a pink paw and snagged one. She’d already put it in her mouth before he could warn her but Asclepius found that he didn’t mind the loss. The face Julie made at the flowers bitter taste was worth it.

Dry

Pepper smiled as Nikita entered the kitchen where she was baking. “Hello Nikita.” Eddie barked his own greeting from where he lay on the floor in a sunbeam. Nikita nodded her own greeting as she jumped up onto one of the stools that sat in front of the counter. Her head was tilted in a questioning manner and she was eyeing the various berries that were piled in several bowls.

“I’m making poffins.” Pepper explained as she pulled a Starf Berry from a bowl and began cutting it into smaller pieces. The Weavile nodded her head as she watched Pepper’s hands move. It wasn’t often that Pepper had the chance to spend time with any of Natasha’s pokėmon without the other red head in the room. It was always nice to spend time with pokėmon when their trainers weren’t around. Not that Pepper and Natasha weren’t friends (or as close to being friends as they could really be what with Natasha’s job) it was simply nice to know that the other woman’s pokėmon felt comfortable enough around the tower to go where they pleased when they pleased.

Most of Bruce’s pokėmon still hid away in the habitat or in Bruce’s lab. Nikita was always a pleasure to be around. The Weavile was quiet and more than willing to be helpful when she was in a good mood. She tended to hide and hiss at others when she wasn’t. Reaching out to a bowl that was full of oval shaped green berries Pepper took one in hand and offered it to the pokėmon sitting across from her.

“Would you like a Micle Berry? Tasha told me that they’re your favorite.” Nikita blinked as if shocked before reaching out and taking the berry in her claws. She was careful when she pulled the berry from Pepper’s fingers so that she wouldn’t scratch the human offering her one of her favorite treats. Pepper offered her a smile before turning back to her work.

Nikita watched as Pepper chopped up various berries for a moment before she turned her attention to the berry held in her claws. There was very little juice when she bit down into the green fruit. That was one of the best things about berries that were classified as dry. There was always very little juice inside and that meant that there was very little to make her fur sticky or to drip down her mouth when she ate smaller berries whole.

A soft ‘click’ caused Nikita to open her eyes. Pepper was pulling her hand back across the counter and offering her another smile.

“You can have those. It’s better than letting them go to waste.” Pepper told her as she nodded towards the counter top in front of Nikita before offering the Weavile a knowing smile. Nikita blinked and looked down.

There sitting in front of her was a shallow bowl full of Micle Berries. Looking back up at Pepper Nikita offered the human a knowing smile of her own. Reaching out she took a berry in her claws and popped it into her mouth. Waste not, want not and all that. Besides it would be a real shame to let all of those pretty green berries go back in the fridge.

Spicy

Bruce blinked, pulled his glasses off of his face, wiped them on his shirt and put them back on. The view before him didn’t change at all but that was a good thing because it meant he wasn’t hallucinating the scene before him. “Are you feeding her Chili Peppers?” Bruce asked as he took another step into the main living room.

“Hey. Doc.” Clint said as he tossed another pepper in Luna’s direction. The Noctowl was quick to snatch it out of the air. “And yes I’m feeding Luna Chili Peppers.”

“Do I want to know why?” Bruce dared to ask.

“They’re her favorite.” Clint replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. It just might have been obvious to Clint but it hadn’t been to Bruce.

“You’re going to make her sick to her stomach if you keep feeding her those like that.” Bruce stated as he took a seat in one of the three recliners that sat around the room. Clint offered him a grin.

“She won’t actually. Chili Peppers never make her sick no matter how many of them she eats. She’s a tough old bird.” Luna let out an outraged sounding hoot at being called old and both Clint and Bruce had to fight down the mad desire to laugh.

They also had to make sure that they didn’t look at each other for the next several minutes as well. The last thing either of them wanted to do was make Luna mad. Clint’s Noctowl could sulk like a pro whenever she felt the need or was just feeling like she should be difficult.

“Well, I suppose that it’s possible for them to not bother her if she eats them often enough.” Bruce speculated. It made sense in a way. People could build up a tolerance to certain foods if they ate it enough, it explained why Tony didn’t turn into a sugar fuelled disaster when he ate a box of donuts, so it was completely possible that pokėmon could do it as well. Bruce made a mental note to look into it. While it wasn’t really his area of scientific expertise it sounded like it’d be a fun little project to pursue when he was between experiments and in the mood to relax.

“Considering that she was eating them whole like this as a Hoothoot I doubt she’ll be having any problems Doc.” Clint said as he feed Luna another pepper. Bruce cringed at the sight. While he himself had no problems whatsoever with spicy food (he was rather fond of spicy Curry himself) it still made him cringe a bit to see Luna eating one Chili Pepper after another while and not being bothered by it at all.

Salty


Comet sniffed at the air as she trotted along a few steps behind Thor and the others. They were surrounded by bright lights, strange smells and lots of noise. Comet had never seen a fair before now and some part of her wished she had more than two eyes so she could look at everything. The only one that had ever seen a fair before was Jolt and even then the Pichu had only been there to take food that had been dropped on the ground and nothing more.

The Pichu hadn’t bothered to explore at all preferring to hide when not getting something to eat. Comet knew that if given the chance she’s had been off and wandering around all willy-nilly but Thor had told them to stay close so that none of them would get lost and that was what she was going to do. It wasn’t a hard task at all and the only one who seemed to be bothered by it at all was Simba.

To be fair however Simba was a rule breaker and he had that look in his eyes that said he wasn’t going to listen even though Thor had used his serous and stern voice when he’d given the order. Comet snorted and tossed her head back at the thought. Simba could make all the trouble he wanted so long as he didn’t ruin the fun for anyone else.

“So food?” Darcy asked as she turned to look at Thor and Jane while Chip, her Emolga, rubbed at his belly in hunger. Not that it seemed to surprise anyone because Chip was always hungry. Comet cringed slightly at Thor’s enthusiastic reply before giving her head a shake and snorting. It was on the inhale after that she caught the scent of some sort of food. Tilting her head slightly Comet scented the air again and turned in the direction the smell was coming from.

While she knew that she wasn’t supposed to wander Comet also wanted to find out where the scent that had caught her attention was coming from. Looking over her shoulder at the Thor and the others she took a moment to consider her next move. The scent was strong which meant that the source wasn’t far away and she wouldn’t be gone very long. Plus if she found out where it was coming from she could show Thor after when they were finished with their first course. And Thor was always happy to try new things especially if they were edible.

Having made up her mind Comet trotted away from the group and up to one of the homes that were smaller versions of where Jane stayed sometimes. The outside was brightly colored and there were things sitting in one of the windows under a lamp. Comet placed her front hooves on the side of the food cart for balance while she reared up onto her hind legs to get a better view of what she was looking at. The items were shaped like hearts, a dark brown in color and covered in very tiny white spots.

“I’d like a dozen soft pretzels please.” Jane’s voice said from behind her causing Comet to jerk around so that she was facing her trainers mate. Jane simply offered her a smile instead of being mad at her for wandering. It was nice to know that she wasn’t going to get in trouble. When the man standing inside of the food cart placed the first few pretzels on the counter outside of the window Jane tore off a small piece from one of the pretzels and offered it to her.

Comet was careful as she took the offered food and chewed. The flavor that filled her mouth was the most wonderful thing she had ever tasted. Comet came to the conclusion then that this was her favorite food ever.
I think I do better writing pokevengers stuff than anything else. After I get the general idea of what I want to do for these the writing itself comes pretty easy. While this itself ins’t based on a picture it is based on the prompt I gave the members of my pokevengers group over on ao3. I give a new one every month and this month’s prompt was favorite food. I will be doing a prompt every month and posting it here. There are some that won’t fall in with my pokevengers verse as is. Those will be posted as a separate collection as soon as I get the first one written. I don’t think I’ll be seeing one of those prompts any time soon though.

I take prompts for this as well if anyone has anything they'd like to see.

Untill nest time.

Pagen
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Cyber-Angel-Rowan's avatar
I'm a bit confused about the names of Thor's team, so lemme see if I've got it straight:

*ahem*

Prymja the Raikou
Jolt the Pichu
Comet the Blitzle
Simba the Shinx?
and a Joltik.

Have I missed anyone?