Clint was enjoying the peace of retirement and his family. He liked the quiet life; liked the reassurance his family was safe away from chaos.
He was on his way to the barn to check on the horses when a quinjet settled on his front lawn. he gave a deep and audible sigh when he saw the team run, laughing and shoving each other, trying to be the first one to the door and into the house.
he shut the latch to the barn with a groan. The sun wasn't entirely up yet and it was way too early to deal with any of their shit. He slowly made his way back to his house, attempting to delay the inevitable headache the presence of a hyped-up group of superheroes were sure to cause.
When he entered the house, Clint is met with Thor hugging him into the side of his body rather tightly. His boisterous voice caused his hearing aids to give a sharp ring. He gasped at the noise and scrambled to turn them down, accommodating for the new sounds filling his home.
He walks further into the room and up to Tony. "What's going on here?" Clint whispers, trying to be discreet. The group of mostly government trained superheroes could hear him though.
"We are here to bring you and your family of hawks to the Avengers Tower for a night of joyous tournaments and Pop Tarts, Man of Hawks," Thor lifts Mjinlor joyously.
Clint looks quizzically to the sky god. Tony pipes up before he could question Thor on his choice of words, "Family Game Night, Barton." It's a short answer, but it gets the point across.
"That is what I said, is it not?" Thor tilts his head to the side like a puppy, confusion clear on his face. "There will still be Pop Tarts, no?"
Everyone shakes their heads, laughing as they move about the house. "There's not going to be any Pop Tarts left if we stay here much longer," Natasha starts, walking into the room with Nathaniel on her hip, the small boy now three years old. "Peter and Loki are at the Tower attempting to make a replica of the building out of them."
Upon hearing that, Thor quickly grabs the children in one fail swoop, running out to the quinjet, the rest of the adults huff out various laughs, making their way to the jet after being ushered out of the house by an amused Clint.
They all stumble into the tower, laughing and bickering the entire way. When they walk through the doors, they see Tony has cleared out an entire floor for the occasion. The kitchen is filled with food and snacks, needing to accommodate gods and superheroes with enhanced metabolisms. There's a circle of couches surrounding a table filled to the brim with board games and decks of cards. They expected nothing less from the eccentric billionaire.
The group had spread out, doing their own things, Bucky and Sam bickering over who gets to pick the music, Natasha convinced Loki, Bruce and Tony to play BS with her. Naturally, Loki and Natasha teamed up against the two men and won more games than they could count. Bruce and Tony had to resort to shoving cards in the couch cushions and swapping cards under the table to win a game. Vision was very confused as to why his fathers were cheating at such a simple game.
Peter had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to grab Clint. As soon as the man had walked through the door, Peter dragged him into the hallway to walk him through the idea. Clint quickly agreed and they set the carefully thought out plan into action.
Soon enough, another group of people had arrived. T'challa and Shuri had brought the rest of the party with them, making sure to pick up Wong and Doctor Strange on the way over. The two had insisted they were much too busy to participate in such events, but Katy and Shawn hadn't given either man much of a choice.
Soon enough, the party was in full swing. The teenagers of the group had gathered in the kitchen, perching themselves on the countertops. Peter made his way to the top of the fridge, giving himself the title 'King Of Beverages' and Harley had insisted on being called queen since ‘the queen does all the real work anyway’. The kids created their own game of poker behind the couch, careful not to let the adults in on their escapades, though they let the teens play on the premise that they all watch all the Frozen movies with them later They had started betting Pop Tarts they had stolen from Thor. Loki helped distract the god while Morgan and Billy took the pastries out of his hands.
After a few hours, everyone had claimed a spot on the couch, getting ready for the group games. 2000’s pop hits played quietly in the background. Even though Clint hates to admit it, teardrop on my guitar always makes him tear up a little.
"You can't speak directly to the person you want to win!" Sam yelled over to Bucky, who was speaking to Steve using old army signals. "That's not how you play." There were furious shouts amongst the group.
"There shouldn't be any talking in the first place," Natasha glares at Tony, referring to the countless times the billionaire had gotten exasperated at the group for not guessing the words. Tony shrinks back after being called out for the heinous crime.
Eventually they had to ban the use of shapeshifting, sign language, holograms, and telepathy. There were laughs and giggles from all around the room for hours. Everyone got suspicious of Peter and Clint fairly quickly after they continued to sneak off to the kitchen together for long periods of time. Everyone chose not to question it, however they were watched very closely for the rest of the night.
They decided to play monopoly after they had sent the younger ones into the movie room to watch movies until they fell asleep. it wasn't a surprise that tony threw a fit about how monopoly was rigged. "I'm a literal billionaire. there is no reason i should be broke in a game made for people like me," he huffed before sloughing back into the couch. "Egocentric assholes?" Rhodey questioned with feign confusion. Tony jumped up, flipping Rhodey off in the process. "I'm done with all of you." "Come on honeybear, you know you love us!" Rhodey calls back, shaking his head with tears of laughter streaming down his face. The pouty billionaire is now gathering all the cans of whipped cream he can find, stuffing them under his arms. "How could you gang up on me like this?"
"Uncle Clint and I aren't ganging up on you, Mr. Stark," Peter gave Tony his best puppy dog eyes, but that couldn't hide the evil glint his brown eyes held. "Thank you peter. I appreciate the support on the issue.“ Clint just gives Tony a smirk, nodding along to Peter's words.
Tony sat in the furthest corner of the room, placing all the cans in front of him."I'm not leaving until you guys apologize for being mean."
"You're gonna be there for a long time buddy." Tony just picked up a can of whipped cream and put it in to mouth. He looked at the can quizzically as nothing came out. He huffed, picked up another can, just to repeat the process. He tried three more cans before he gave up. The group looked around clueless. Peter and Clint were on the floor laughing and crying after the first two cans. "This is what you guys have been doing all night?" Tony asked incredulously. I started right after you left to go get the others, but I recruited Clint when he got here. Peter looked proud of himself. Tony slowly stood up, picking up one of the cans on the way. He looked it over, then smirked. "That was a fun little prank you did there."
"Oh, it wasn't little, I ate like fifteen cans, Harley ate one, and Clint ate the other twel-'' Peter stopped short when he saw the devilish look that adorned Tony's face.
"Fine. If that’s how it's gonna be, you leave me no choice. I hereby decree that the official Family Game Night Prank Wars will start in half an hour.”