[A/N]: Next one's here! This one is lighter because (maybe you'll agree with me) writing angst is very emotionally draining. I'll return to angst eventually (it's my specialty), but for now, have this. Enjoy!

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Bulkets flew. Clint released arrows in a flurry until his fingers grasped an empty quiver. He ducked behind the nearest object that provided cover and called, "I'm all out of ammo, Cap!"

Steve immediately moved to cover him, shield in hand. Natasha approached slowly, guns in both hands. Steve was very much occupied with blocking the projectiles from Tony. Natasha managed to hit him right in the chest. "Ha! You're down, Rogers!"

Steve stared at the Nerf bullet sticking to his suit, right in the middle of the star. Clint groaned. "Darn it. Now I owe Nat ten bucks." He pulled out his wallet and handed the bill to the redhead. "I still haven't learned my lesson about betting against you."

She folded the bill and put it in her pocket. "No, you haven't."

"Where's Robocop?" Tony inquired.

"Bucky's probably out for a run with Sam. Sam likes to mix it up and hear 'on your right' every once in a while instead of 'on your left'," Steve replied.

Tony laughed. "Cap gets sassy. It's a red-letter day."

Steve shot him a look, but didn't reply at first. He held up his Nerf gun and studied it. "I like these for combat training. They didn't have anything remotely like this in the forties."

Natasha smirked. "The marvels of modern engineering. Now we can shoot foam at other people."

Clint held up his Nerf bow. "I like this thing. I'm keeping it." He muttered something about finding a nice case for it while he walked off, Natasha following behind him, reminding him to call Laura that evening.

Tony and Steve stood together in silence. It was broken moments later when a blue blur shot through the room, followed closely by a red streak.

"Careful using your powers in the Tower!" Steve called after the twins. "Wanda's getting better at controlling her power," he commented to Tony.

"Yeah. Glinda's really improving. I thought she could just do that mind thing, but that's just one ability. She likes to use her power to supplement her fighting skills, and I wholeheartedly approve. She needs to learn to protect herself, since all the Avengers have targets on their backs."

"Pietro will always protect her."

Tony nodded. "I know. But what if Pietro's not around? Or he's busy somewhere and can't get to her? She can't be dependent on him."

"I know."

Tony paused, then started again. "I want to train her to use her red energy-stuff like I use my repulsors, but she doesn't trust me enough yet. Maybe eventually she'll let me train with her. I mean, the twins're getting better with me. Less hostility. I get where it comes from; I've sat next to my own bomb before. But mine exploded. That, however, is not the point. The point is that if that bomb had had someone else's name on it, I wouldn't have been too fond of them either. This," he tapped his arc reactor, "is cool, but it did almost kill me. I'd have preferred to go without the near-death experience."

"You've never really talked about it before," Steve stated. "The reactor."

"It wasn't exactly a high point in my life, if you can't tell. But I'm over it. Hell, I'm Iron Man now."

Steve rolled his eyes, but smiled. "There's the Tony we know."

"I know, I'm awesome, right?"

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Inspired by Imagine Dragons' song 'On Top of The World'.