The weekly shopping duties are put on rotation, each Avenger serving his due time in the market. Each person’s shopping style reflects in the time it takes him to return to the mansion: Clint grows impatient and returns very quickly, usually with a sack of groceries that are at least close to what was requested (though Natasha gave him hell the time he skipped her shampoo and bought an extra bottle of dish detergent instead). Natasha comes in next, quick and efficient, each item on the list crossed off and produce measured out to within one one-hundredth of the specified weight requested. Bruce is middling, preferring to take as much of his business as possible to local private sellers; when the supermarket is necessary, he looks for organic, fair-trade options from manufacturers with responsible business practices. More often than not, Tony pawns his turn off on someone else, usually Bruce; when no one will pick up his slack, Tony takes forever, and usually returns with only half the list completed, but half a dozen extra bags of impulse-buys. Thor is gone for quite a while, having to stop a stock boy several times to demand to know where they keep their suckling pigs, or where he might find the tasty beverages made of bubbles.
Steve, however, takes the longest by far. Initially the others assume it’s because he has trouble navigating the massive market, or handling the automated check-out, but when Bruce offers to come with him to help, Steve politely turns him down, saying he manages just fine. Eventually, they decide Natasha should tail him and see what holds him up for hours at a time. After returning home again, she shares the full report: Steve didn’t only do his own shopping, he also offered assistance to any elderly person he saw (three in total this time). He offered to get something off a high shelf for 17 different someones. He found a misplaced purse, and abandoned his shopping cart to seek out its owner and return it; when he returned, his cart was missing and he had to start over. After reaching the check-out (where she reports that he had no trouble working the scanner and touchscreen), he left his groceries at the customer service desk to carry bags for a heavily pregnant woman and loaded them into her trunk for her. When he finally got his own groceries to the car, he then went around the parking lot wrangling the haphazardly deserted carts and corralling them in the designated cart return areas, neatly lined up and interlocked together, before finally heading home again. The others stop teasing him about how long he takes after that (but they all agree that when it’s Steve’s week to do the shopping, someone else will go back later to buy the milk and frozen food).