Natasha stares at the flowers Anton’s proudly presenting her with in genuine confusion. Although flowers might be a bit of a stretch. It’s really just a very huge, very meaty looking flesh-eating plant that Anton swears has been genetically modified because quote "I wanted to get you something you didn’t have!" unquote.
"What am I supposed to do with a genetically modified, flesh-eating plant?" Natasha asks the empty air where an over-excited Anton used to stand seconds ago.
"Throw our enemies at it in hopes that it’ll eat them first when it inevitably turns against mankind?" Barnes suggests from where he’s looming in the kitchen entrance. "Put it in some place where you don’t keep any valuables. Your cake’s almost ready."
"There’s cake?"
"Obviously." Anton peeks over Barnes’ broad shoulders, dark eyes sparkling. "You can’t have a birthday party without cake."
Huh.

















