Party pooper
They crept along the corridor towards the common room, silently hoping that they could catch someone individually. Floating eyes drifted through the air, their feet invisible as they clutched their weapons under the cloak. They had four of them. Four opportunities to scare the crap out of some avengers.
When they turned the corner and the eyes were floating in the doorway they spied Rhodey and Sam discussing some army thing, unknowingly becoming the next targets of some chaotic teenagers. Peter and Harley walked forward together until they were stood right behind the sofa they were sitting on, remaining undetected, and Harley snook his hand out from under the cloak to pull the first party popper that went off with a small bang.
The two men jumped so high in shock that they almost fell off the sofa while confetti and party string fell through the air around them, Sam gasping and Rhodey jerking into a defensive stance that made the two boys fold over in laughter.
The victims heard footsteps pounding out the door and giggling gradually getting further away and they scowled at the air, shaking glitter off their heads.
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They found their next victim carrying herself through the corridors with purpose after emerging from the bathroom, her shoulder length red hair swooshing behind her out of respect. Harley and Peter followed her, trying to keep up with her pace while also being quiet, and then Peter slithered his hand out to pull the string.
At exactly the same time his hand jerked down, before the bang echoed through the hall, Natasha span around to face them, absolutely no surprise in her expression as colourful string and confetti launched into her face. She raised an eyebrow, keeping the rest of her face scarily blank.
“Boo, she knew we were there,” Peter said to Harley, turning his face to look at him under the cloak- a movement he regretted once he realised how close their faces were under the material, noses almost brushing, his cheeks heating up as he quickly looked away again.
“What a party pooper,” Harley whined, not as convincing as intended as the sight of Peter’s blushing face inches from his was burned into his eyelids, but it still made Peter giggle and Natasha roll her eyes, so not too bad apparently.
Natasha looked right into their eyes and they felt strangely exposed, even with their bodies invisible. They felt as if she was pinning them with her gaze, keeping them rooted to the spot before she turned and strutted away.
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Next, they found Bucky and Clint in the kitchen, Bucky standing by the counter making sandwiches and Clint sitting up on the counter, swinging his legs happily while sipping his cup of coffee. Bucky was pretending to be annoyed at Clint’s rambling but you could tell he wasn’t actually irritated as he shook his head.
BANG! And that wasn’t really the case anymore.
Bucky jumped a little, his hands squishing the sandwich he was holding. Not a very dramatic reaction. Clint, on the other hand, squealed and somehow managed to slide off the counter, dropping his coffee in the process (which spilt all over Bucky’s sandwich), landing on the floor with a thump. His “Aw, coffee, no,” quickly morphed into a “ooh party!” once he saw the confetti settling around him. He started making snow angels in it.
Peter and Harley had been desperately trying not to burst out with laughter but the look on Bucky’s face sent them over the edge. He first looked offended and distraught at his soggy sandwich but then he saw Clint on the floor and his face was horrified. Peter wheezed for FRIDAY to save a picture of this moment, clutching Harley’s arm as he tried not to collapse in his fit of giggles.
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Their last one, and they had waited for the opportunity to present itself. They roamed the hall outside many shut doors wondering who would be next, and then Steve stepped out of Wanda’s room, leaving the door wide open and walking towards the elevator.
Wanda stood in the middle of her room, looking down at something clutched in her hand that they were too far away to see. She was distracted, which was good, they knew they could get a good shock out of her.
They crept behind her and pulled the string. And suddenly they were thrown across the room by red tendrils of energy, landing hard against the wall, the cloak slipping off a little. Wanda had her hand outstretched but quickly slammed it to her mouth once she realised what she had done, ignoring the party string in her hair as she ran over to them.
“Ow.”
“Oh my god, are you okay?!”
Harley groaned and rubbed the back of his head with the limb that wasn’t being crushed by Peter and nodded half heartedly.
“I am so so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that, I just got a fright,” she added guiltily, but Peter shook his head.
“It’s our fault. That was just your reaction,” he struggled to push himself up before a smirk grew on his face.
She exhaled with relief before relaxing and slumping down next to them, not without noting how they had untangled themselves but still remained settled extremely close to each other, completely in the other’s space as if that was the only place they were comfortable. It was also really weird to see half of their bodies, the other half disguised with the cloak making it look like they had been maimed.
She then noticed all the confetti in her room and turned to give them a piece of her mind for creating such a mess, but she turned to see nothing. They had already gone. Of course they have, she thought bitterly.