Pranking Clint (with one Natasha Romanoff)
When the Avengers finally came back (It had been rough, fighting DoomBots), Tony was lying on the couch, as good as gold, watching Netflix. "Hey, Tony! Sorry we're late!" Clint grinned at Tony, who's tail thumped on the couch. Natasha and Bruce both flashed a quick smile at Tony, while Steve simply nodded once and went off to clean up.
After all of them had showered and changed into a fresh set of clothes, they all wandered off to find something to do. Steve went off to the gym to train with Natasha, Bruce went off to the lab, and Clint flopped down beside Tony to watch the television. After a while, Tony lost his interest in the show, and started bouncing on the cushions again, creating a rhythmic thumping sound. "Tony, I'm trying to watch!" Clint complained, but Tony just jumped more vicariously and soon, even Clint lost interest in the show. Grumbling how that show was 'utter shit' and 'I could have done better', Clint turned off the television, and sighed at Tony. "So, now what should we do?"
Bouncing to a stop, Tony jumped off the couch and started running off. "Hey, wait up for me!" Clint protested, taking off after Tony. They arrived, panting and huffing, at Clint's floor. Quick as a flash, Tony grabbed Clint's bow with his teeth, which was lying on the bed. "Hey, Tony, wha-" Clint asked curiously, but Tony darted around Clint, dragging the bow, and slid into the lift just as the door closed.
Grinning at the mental imagery of Clint frantically punching the lift button while cursing him under his breath, Tony ran around in circles a few times. But then he started planning his next move. The lift was fast approaching Natasha's floor, so Tony let go of the bow for a second, jumped up and hit the button to her floor.
As the lift doors slid open, he cautiously picked up the bow and trotted into the floor. Thinking that the coast was clear, he flopped down on a beanbag. Knowing Clint, he would not dare to go into Natasha's floor if possible. Just then, his ears picked up the sound of light footsteps coming towards him. Quickly jumping off the beanbag, he hid behind it. Was it Clint?
Natasha walked out of the bathroom and sat down on the bed. Suddenly, she noted that something was off. Standing up softly, she picked up the gun on the bedside table. "Who's there? Clint, Steve? Is it you?" She demanded. She heard a soft barking sound as Tony came out from behind the beanbag. Putting the gun down again, she smiled at Tony, "What are you doing here?" Then she noticed the bow in his mouth, and smirked, "Well, this is a good time to take revenge on the prank Clint pulled on me last week, huh?"
Clint tentatively stepped out on Natasha's floor, checking to see if she was around. After checking all the other floors, he had come to the worrying conclusion that Tony was on Natasha's floor. "Tony? You little shit, give me back my bow!" Clint groaned as he saw Tony sitting a few metres away from him, the bow in his mouth. Striding forward, Clint reached out angrily for his bow. Few steps more...
"Umph!" Clint fell backwards onto the smooth marble floor. "What the he-" Feeling the floor around him, he groaned to find baby oil all over the floor. Natasha emerged from the bathroom, laughing. Taking a long route around Clint, she picked Tony up and set him on a baby oil-free zone.
"I should have known you were involved..."Clint grumbled again, wincing as he tried to get up but fell down. "This is for the hair product thing I did, right?"
"Yep." Natasha confirmed dryly. "Also, we emptied at least ten bottles of baby oil all over that patch of floor, so you'll be stuck there for a long time." Tony barked his agreement, dancing around the floor.
"I think I bruised my tailbone for that," Clint complained, making Natasha smirk again.
"Well, at least you got your bow back!" Natasha reminded him cheerfully, as she and Tony left the room, leaving Clint alone.
"I should really keep those two apart..."Clint mumbled, inching bit by bit towards his bow.
After leaving her floor, Natasha grinned at Tony, "We should totally band together to get Clint more often. Now do you wanna go watch television?"
And that's where Clint found them both, after painstakingly crawling out of the baby oil-coated floor: Sprawled on the couch watching Sherlock.