It was a boring day in the avengers compound, it was a Tuesday and the sun was bright while occasionally getting covered by clouds that passed, some of the team had decided to go out and hangout in the city in an attempt to fill the time, while the rest of the team —Natasha,Tony,Clint,Bruce,Thor and Steve— had stayed at the compound scattered on the main floor where, Steve sat on the floor with his workout outfit with a towel around his neck, Natasha sharpen her knives with small pieces of cut paper surrounding her from testing the sharpness of the knives she just sharpen
Clint laid flat on his back on the couch having just arrived on the main floor just an hour ago, Bruce held an ice pack to his face feeling the heat of the sun and leans on the couches armrest, Tony was down in his workshop filling up his time and Thor was perched on the sofas armrest.
Everything was seemingly peaceful and boring, everyone did their own thing and barely made a noise, it was just a normal boring day and they had no immediate mission assignment after all, Fury had thought it was about time to give them their break from being heros for the time being, there was no impending doom waiting to happen– and at that moment the elevator door opened and storming out came a fury filled Stark, everyone turned their heads to Tony who entered the room with a ‘tudd’ with each footstep, Clint stares not being able to rip his eyes away
Because in front of him was Tony stark who was drenched and dripping with red and blue paint with some even mixing to make a dark Purple, thee paint was mixed with his hair while there were the untouched outline on his face near his eyes which made him think Tony had brought goggles with him, which means he was just getting something quickly and was planning to go back down. The goggles that loosely hung from his neck confirm his theory
But the question that was hung in the air was ‘who did it?’ Who of all people thought it was a good idea to put paint buckets on the doors of Tony's workshop? Only a fool would do that, and even he understands that. Tony was fuming and it was quite obvious that he was in rage and somehow looked like he wanted to murder someone more than he usually does, which says quite a lot since Tony always looked like he wants to rip someone's head off one way or another, so this felt kind of terrifying to be in a room with an in rage Tony stark at the moment.
“Speak up!! Who did it?!” Tony yelled out anger and annoyance mixing in his voice as he stood in front of the team, they all stare and look at each other for answers to come up blank, Tony groans hunching into himself, if anger could let out smoke, Tony would have a whole head of smoke fuming from his rage at the fact that someone had messed with his hair and work, Tony stares daggers to everyone in the room, and in that once in a while time he feels a chill run down his spine. “Whoever did this has until tomorrow to admit it, if they don't everyone gets punished.” He says, storming out right after before anyone can say anything
The room was an eerie silence as the elevator closed and everyone looked at each other, the since was broken by Bruce who cleared his throat “Red and blue?” Bruce said with a hint of underlying amusement “that was definitely intentional” Natasha said, flipping a knife in her hand as she wrapped it in cloth. “Tony was pretty mad there” Steve said still staring at the elevator with a sympathetic look plastered to his face “It feels like we're about to face universal death” Clint said rubbing the back of his neck seemingly unsure of what to make of this situation at the moment
“It was kind of funny” Natasha commented on “I do not see the appeal?” Thor chimes in confused with a sympathetic look most definitely for Tony, “Well the appeal is doing something to someone as a harmless joke” Natasha shrugs “Yea, hey guys maybe we should take this seriously?” Clint suggested looking around the room “I feel bad for Tony but it is kind of amusing” Bruce simply said before turning back to his book “I feel bad about for the person that's about to be in trouble” Steve said with a simple sigh, “Honestly I couldn't careless” Natasha said wiping her knife, Thor just turned away.
Clint's shoulders slumped, this was one situation he did not want to be a part of because he knew, he knew what happens when you disturb Tony stark and his peace around his lab, workshop and or his floor. The outcome has never ended well, that's for sure
Whoever pranked Tony was about to be in for a long week.
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Natasha sat on her bed, the blanket thrown over her bottom half. The dim light of the night light lit up the room, she turned the page of her book, she continues to read with her interest trained on the book, she hears faint steps outside and thinks nothing of it, she lived on the same floor with seven other people it could always be one of them doing something or even grabbing water, it was odd to do at this time but who was she to judge? She's indulge in the novel series Tony had convinced -forced- her to read, the series was quite interesting she was quite invested in it though she'd never actually tell that to Tony
She rubbed her eyes sleep catching up to her slightly, she flipped the page again and continues on her read, there were shuffling footsteps in the hallway, she looked up for a moment before looking back directly to what she was reading, she didn't really have time to care about what was happening outside her hallway or the hallway in general.
People continued to to pass and shuffle through the hallway and she ignored them, that is until a loud bang was heard from outside her room, she was now on full alert, not because of a the noise outside no, it was because right after the noise stopped and started the eerie silence that followed it. She had brushed off the noises to be one of the floor's residents which she was now starting to doubt. She placed the book on her bedside and carefully made her way to her door holding the gun she had hid under her pillow Incase of emergencies.
She tiptoes to her door before letting it slide open into the empty and dark hallway, the air was tense and filled with caution, she looked down each ends of the hallway only finding the dimly lit hallways that was supposed to follow with nothing out the ordinary, the guns lowers and she closes her door and makes her way down the hall to where she presumed the ruckus had been. The long hallways dreaded her nerves, she was ready to fight but when wasn't sure if she could jump straight into action, it was likely if it was an intruder they'd have a hostage involved,
Own the dark hallway she hears a faint creaking noise from the sound of the air vent opening, she stills and takes gentler steps and just almost at the end of the hallway hidden in the shadow she stands looking at them and she held the gun up ready to fire, but before anything she hears the ringing noise then..
BOOM
In an instant she shoots in front of her and backs up slightly from the sudden attack, but realizing that nothing affected her or hit her she moves forward and shoots a bullet out, the only noise she hears in the bullet shooting through something hollow, almost filled but still hollow. “Who's there?!” Natasha called out before hesitantly reaching out for the light switch, once the light snapped on she was greeted by the sight of the mess in front of her, glitter and confetti littered the floor while a pinata hung from the ceiling vent, the bullet had went through the pinata and had made it to their poor glass cabinet
She looks around the room before her shoulder sagged slightly, she steps further into the room and looks around again, she feels something tug on her leg and froze before in an instant she was pulled up by her leg, for a moment she dangles off the ceiling, her hair covered her face as she struggles to see whilst reaching for the rope that's tied her leg, she sighs and swings to the right slight only to be hit with cold water. Now she was soaking wet, freezing AND dangling from the ceiling. At least this wasn't as bad as her mission to the north pole.
She sighs in tiredness and leaves herself to be discovered in the morning, she doesn't have the energy to do this, and it wasn't half bad anyways sleeping upside down, frankly it'll give her better blood flow.
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Clint woke up with a startle, the loud clangs of pan hitting each other was enough to wake him up in an instant. His instincts kicked in and dashed for the door to find the hallway empty, the light on the kitchen was noticeably on and he hums, he heads for the kitchen and sees the mess that it is, and well, the mess that is also his teammates
Bruce was practically a disco ball with all the glitter that's latched onto him, Thor was staring cautiously at the tunnel of Pringle in front of him, Steve laid on the floor covered by cups of water around him and Natasha was hanging from the ceiling by her leg! What is going on?! Also where is Tony?
“Rough night?” Clint asked skittishly looked at everyone in the room, and all the sudden the heads all snap to him. God that is so creepy, “What do you think Clint?” Natasha spits out with a full chest of sarcasm, Clint just shrugs “nothing happened to you?” Bruce asked looking at Clint very closely “no, not yet at least” Clint said concern for what was to befall him. At a sudden moment the elevator opened
Tony stood in the elevator before stepping out, his hair was. A dark purple. Everyone saw it and it was funny, it really was but the man was one you don't wanna cross, especially not his hair. He would murder someone, pranking him near his workshop was one thing but touching his hair was another thing.
“Who? Did this” he asked sternly with a blank expression, and wasn't that almost as terrifying as a whole Hulk out, the fades into dead silence and Tony stood firmly in front of the closed elevator door “no one?” Tony asked raising his brow “okay. Fine, but when I find out who did this, I will subdue you to torture, that's not me threatening you, that's me telling you” Tony then said before turning around and going down to his lab
That was... something.
“We really need to find out who did this” Steve said sitting in the middle of the cups overflowing with water, “yea, Tony is not happy and honestly? I'm not either” Natasha said reaching up and untying herself “you could've just done that the whole time?” Bruce asked looking blankly at her while she just gave him a shrug “are we sure this isn't Clint?” Natasha asked the man “what?!” Clint yelped “No way it was me! I know limits and what we just saw did not know a limit” Clint points out “I frankly don't believe that” Natasha said
“It's true Clint, you're the only person that hasn't been pranked” Bruce says in a skeptical tone “Okay that isn't a fair judgment! If it was me I would've made it seem like I got pranked!” Clint defended “I'm sorry but that isn't a good enough point Clint” Steve said sympathetically “wha- but!” Clint stutters “No buts Clint, you're the main suspect at the moment “ Natasha said “That is not fair!” Clint shouts “Well it's the only thing we have right now” Bruce says
Clint felt utterly betrayed, how could they?! It obviously wasn't him if he was behind the pranks he would've pranked himself already! This was ridiculous! Clint pouted like a child
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Tony sat in the camera room with a towel over his hair, he slowly rubbed at his hair with the towel as the color fades and transfer itself onto the tainted White towel with a dark purple color, Tony sighs and places the towel aside as he gained at the footage that played
This was the best thing he's come up with, they thought he was a genius solely on his brain? Oh, no, he was great at things people wouldn't expect him to be good at, which is manipulation for some odd reason he's not surprised that he can do it he's surprised that it's working on his teammates of all people?
Tony shakes his head and sighs this whole thing was fun and all but he has actual work that needs his constant tending, which now that he thinks about it where the hell was Zen?