Hey guys! Btw, today is the one year anniversary of when I joined Fanfiction! Yay! *throws tiny party all by herself* I keep writing these random little fics about the Avengers, but I can't seem to write anything for my multi-chap fics! It's very frustrating. So for anyone who follows my other story "Suddenly, A Box!", please don't think that I've abandoned you! My Doctor Who muse has deserted me, replaced mainly by The Avengers and PJO, however I WILL get to it! For now, I give you: Childish!Clint and Natasha dealing with him! Russian translations are at the bottom.

"But Taaaashaaaaa!" Clint whined, taking her hand beseechingly. Natasha wasn't sure how they had ended up in Chuck-E-Cheese, but she was leaving as soon as possible.

"No." Natasha yanked her hand from his grip.

"But it's rainbow colored! Pleeease!" Clint hugged the bright yellow claw machine.

"Clint, stop it. Now." Natasha put her hands on her hips and glared. Clint looked at her with puppy dog eyes.

"идиот. Fine." Natasha reached into her pocket and handed Clint a dollar bill.

"Thanks Tasha!" Clint grinned at her and carefully slid the paper into the slot.

"It's not going to work." She said blandly as he maneuvered the claw over the small, brightly colored rubber ball.

"Of course it'll work, I have perfect aim!" Clint pressed the ickle red button and watched anxiously as the shining chrome claw descended, drawing closer to the prized bouncy ball, closing over — nothing. The claw returned to its original position.

"Tasha, give me another dollar!" Clint stared at her pleadingly.

"How is it that you grew up in the circus, but you still don't know that these things cheat?" Natasha raised her eyebrows.

"Okay, one: I grew up in the circus, not the arcade! And two: THEY CHEAT?!"

"Yes Clint, they cheat. Can we go now?" Natasha rolled her eyes and grabbed his arm, dragging him away from the claw machine. He tried to extricate himself from her clutches, stretching out his free hand.

"But Tasha, I want the rainbow ball!" He wailed.

"I'm sure Stark has enough money to buy a million of those, ask him." She told him, but he had finally gotten free and was back at the claw machine.

"Nat, I can't just buy one! I have to conquer the machine! Make it believe that I am supreme!"

"Come on Вы пиявка." Natasha said, slightly amused.

"Naaaaat! Pleeeeeeeeeease!" Clint whined.

"Fine." Natasha smirked and smashed the glass window on the arcade game, reaching inside to hand Clint the rainbow colored bouncy ball.

"What are you doing?!" Yelled an employee, gaping at the shattered glass.

"Send the bill to Stark Industries. Come on Clint, you ребенок."

Clint bounced his new toy on the parking lot as they made their way to the black convertible they had driven from the helicarrier, almost losing it multiple times. When they got to the Tower, Clint started bouncing the little ball off people's heads. Very annoying.

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ребенок » baby

Вы пиявка » you leech

идиот » idiot