My Guardian Dragon

Toast▫️Chapter 7

◾️Previously◾️

I was taking a lunch break and walked to the kitchen. Tony sat there eating toast. You may not know, but even in my time we had toast. I sat down next to him and ate some fish. As he ate, I could hear the crunching. My eye twitched.

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I stared at him. He looked up at me. "Problem?" Tony asked. "I can heard the crunching." I grumbled. He raised an eyebrow. "So?" "How can you eat burnt toast?" I ask.

He turns his body in my direction. "How do you know what toast is?" He asks with a smirk. "Okay, I may not be from your time but there was toast in my time." I answered sassily.

"How did you even cook your toast?" He asked. "Um, we have fire breathing dragons." I said in a duh tone. "But how can you not get it burnt?" He asked. I shrug. "They can control hot their fire is."

"Burnt toast is still so much better." He said. "Um. No it isn't." I said. "Yes it is." He argued. "How can you even like that stuff?! It ruins the perfectly good taste of the toast?!" I said loudly.

Natasha entered the room. "What's going on?" She asked calmly. "He thinks burnt toast is edible!" I yelled at the same time Tony yelled "She thinks my food is gross!" We pointed at each other as we look at Natasha.

"Woah! Woah! Your acting like kids!" She said putting her hands up in defense. "I actually am kind of a kid." I defended myself. "as for him...he's old." I say pointing at Tony. He glared at me.

"Well, I'm with y/n. I hate burnt toast. It ruins the toast." Natasha said and stood next to me. "Ha!" I taunted Tony. He scowled.

(Sorry it's short. I had to stop the chapter now. I will continue this to the next chapter. I hope you enjoyed!)