Based on the now infamous dress incident- Don't pretend you don't know what I am talking about ;D (Fine if you really don't know here is a link catesish/help-am-i-going-insane-its-definitely-blue#.ftb731yBN or just look up "what color is this dress")

Natasha was laying on the couch, looking at her phone and waiting for Clint to finish making popcorn in the kitchen. The two assassins were attempting to have a date night, and Nat just hoped that Fury could go one night without calling them in for some stupid mission. Ok, fine, their missions were never stupid- Strike Team Delta had saved the world 14 times, not that anyone was counting (Other than Clint….). But Natasha wanted one night of relaxing, watching dumb movies with her favorite archerr. Hopefully the world could go one night without being put in grave danger. She was also hoping Steve would be preoccupied drawing wherever he was and that the science bros would be busy in their lab, but she didn't want to get her hopes up of an entire night with just Clint. It was like Tony had a sixth sense about knowing when she didn't want him around, and always managed to show up.

Bored, the assassin clicked through various articles on her phone, absently wondering what movie Clint would want to watch tonight, and if she had packed everything she needed for that mission in Italy next week….. She had her knifes, guns, poisons, stilettos- Her train of thought was interrupted when the headline of an article was so stupid, it caught her attention. "What color is this dress?" Normally she would not click on something sounding so dumb, but Natasha was bored so she opened the link.

Soon she had glanced at the picture of a dress, read the story, and was scrolling through the extremely argumentative comments when Clint came in. "Ok Nat, here is the popcorn, and I made sure to remember to buy candy tonight- Just don't mix them with the popcorn, ok? You are seriously the only one who likes doing that. It's not fun. I was thinking we could watch How to Train Your Dragon 2 for fun, and then if we have time we could pop in an Indiana Jones movie and count how many times he should have died?" Clint set the food on the coffee table, and plopped onto the couch next to his partner, who nodded absent mindedly.

"Mmmhmm, whatever Clint, that sounds fun. People are idiots, look at this. They are arguing over this stupid dress, some people think it is actually white and gold when it's clearly blue and black. Can you believe that?" She handed the phone to Clint, who rolled his eyes. "Yes, I do believe that. People are idiots. This dress is clearly-" the archers voice trailer off, and he stared at the screen with a confused look on his face. "Clearly blue and black…."

"What?!" Natasha said, "Barton are you messing with me?" He shook his head, "No! Ae you messing with me?" She snatched the phone from his hands, looked at it, then shoved it back in his face. "Clint, that thing is obviously black and blue! How can you think it's white!" The archer pulled out is own phone now, and typed in The Dress- already a dozen different articles came up. He scrolled though pictures of the dress, and showed them to Natasha.

"Because it is white! Are you looking at this? Are you blind?" "I'm not blind Barton, but would you like to be?" Natasha challenged, pulling up pictures on her own phone. Soon they were shoving their phones into each others faces, and were shouting.

"NAT, YOU NEVER BELIEVE ME, WHY CAN'T YOU JUST ACCEPT IT'S WHITE?" "I know believe you, when you are right, it's not my fault that you are WRONG so often Barton! And you are wrong about this because the dress is BLUE." "Do you even know your colors Barton? Here-"

Natasha picked up the bowl of popcorn, and held it in front of her partner. "Let's do a test! What color is this?" Clint rolled his eyes. "White, the popcorn is white Natasha." She smirked, "Very good! What color is this pillow?" The archer rolled his eyes a second time. "It's blue." The Black Widow threw the pillow at him, and then clapped her hands in mock applause. "Very good, Hawkeye knows his colors! Let's try this again. What color is this dress?" Clint hardly glanced at the phone she was holding. "Like I already said, the dress is white and I think that-" This time she threw a DVD at him.

Half an hour later they were still fighting. They had claimed sides of the room, and Clint had even gathered every white thing in the room on his side. When he was doing that, Natasha had grabbed all of the candy. Now when she was throwing that at her partner, all he had was popcorn.

When Tony entered the room, he found two of the world greatest assassins hiding behind forts built out of furniture, throwing food at each other. Clint had tiny bruises and welts on his face from well thrown milk duds and peanut M&Ms, and though Natasha only had popcorn tangled in her hair, she still looked furious. He stared blankly at the scene before him as the two of them shouted about dresses, and colors, and wondered why Hawkeye had all of the white pillows in the room surrounding him.

"What the heck, you guys are having a food fight without us?" Tony whined. "Come on, we could have made it a team building exercise, this is such a wasted opportunity! I would have bought a bunch of messy food like some sauces, or pasta, darn it! i could have bought aloud of pizzas and made Steve throw them like his shield! You guys are losers, this food fight would have been awesome. But since you didn't invite me to join this one, my feelings are so hurt, you are not invited to my awesome food fight I am planning… Ok, fine, if you agree to let me cover Romanoff in chocolate syrup then I guess that AAAAH!"

Tony was interrupted when something colorful almost hit him in the eye. "What the heck, I was joking! Geez, you have different colored bullets now Spidey? You could have blinded me!" Natasha rolled her eyes, and grabbing her phone walked towards him. "It was just an M&M, don't be such a baby Stark, woman up. Barton, don't say anything- What color is this dress Tony?"

She held her phone out to him, and rubbing is eye Tony looked at the picture of the dress. "I don't know, I'm amazed I can see at all since you tried to blind me with candy…" Natasha scoffed. "What do you mean tried to blind you? If I wanted you to be blind, you would be blind."

Tony stared at her for a beat. "Ok, just saying this again you are one of the most terrifying people I have ever met." Natasha smirked, "Just tell me the color of the dress." The genius stared at the photo for a long time, sure this was some kind of a trick question, and that if he gave the wrong answer the Black Widow was going to hurt him again. "Um….. It's white and gold. Is that what you are fighting about? Were you thinking of buying it? Because if you wore this dress it would look seriously hot on your RomanooOOOOOWWW!" Tony howled in pain as he was shoved back against a wall, and hit his head.

He was rubbing it with a confused look on his face, as Clint crowed triumphantly, "The genius agrees with me, I was right!" And Natasha stormed out of the room shouting, "ROGERS, I NEED A SENSIBLE PERSON TO KNOCK SENSE INTO THESE IDIOTS!" As she made her way to Steve's room, Tony and Clint followed behind, Barton catching Stark up on the details of the situation.

Soon Natasha was pounding on Steve's door, the other two avengers right behind her. "Open up Rogers! I need you to settle an argument!" The door was opened by a very tired looking Captain America. "What is it? Are aliens taking over the city? Who's in danger? Let me get my shield…." He started to go back into his room, but Natasha grabbed his arm. "No! Everything is fine I just need you to settle an argument-" Tony interrupted.

"Oh my gosh, Cap, were you asleep?" Steve didn't answer, just ran a hand through his hair and looked at Tony in annoyance. Stark snorted, "Oh my gosh, you totally were! You do know it's like 8:30, right? You are such a grandpa!" Rogers took a menacing step forward at this, but again Natasha stopped him. "Wait, you can get him later. I'll help. I just need you to look at this dress, and tell us what color it is."

Steve raised an eyebrow, and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "Are you kidding? You woke me up for this?" Natasha sighed, and waved her phone in front of him. "Yes! I know, it's stupid! Just tell us!" Steve hardly glanced at the picture before answering. "It's blue and black. Can you let me sleep? I'm heading out on an early mission tomorrow."

With a triumphant look on her face, Natasha whirled towards the other two who were already shouting about white and gold, and idiots who must not be able to see colors after having their eyeballs frozen for years.

Everyone was shouting, the only thing that everyone could agree about was that Bruce should not be brought into this. The last thing they needed was The Hulk breaking the tower over a dress- Though it would not be the dumbest thing to set him off. Tony had once made the mistake of asking him to play Mario Kart… After that incident Pepper had banned the game from the tower.

So Bruce was left out of this as sides were chosen, and friendships questioned. Before long everyone was yelling over one another, and Tony had brought Jarvis into the argument.

"Sir, I would rather not say what color the dress is, I fear it is causing conflict within the team." "DAMNIT JARVIS, I BUILT YOU, ANSWER ME WHAT COLOR IS THE DRESS?" "Clint, this is your problem! I've worked with you for years, and you need to stop being so stubborn all the time." "YOU'RE CALLING ME STUBBORN NAT? NEED I REMIND YOU OF THE TIME THAT-"

Suddenly Steve cried out in panic. "AAAH, WHAT THE- FOR A SECOND IT LOOKED WHITE! What the heck is going on?" With this new turn of events, everyone was silent for a split second, and Jarvis took this opportunity to make an announcement.

"I am receiving a call from Shield sir- Would you like for me to put it through? Agent Coulson says it is a somewhat urgent matter." Before Tony could say anything, Natasha spoke up. "Put it through Jarvis. Hopefully it's some awful job we need to go on that will make us stop bickering over this damn BUE dress."

Coulson's voice came into the hallway, he sounded flustered and annoyed. "Stark? I need you to come down and um- help, settle a disagreement between a few of us here at HQ." At this the Avengers glanced at each other, Tony raised an eyebrow. "Ok…. What kind of disagreement are we talking about "Philly Cheese Steak?" The other agent sounded even more annoyed now. "It's Phil, please quit it with the lame nicknames. It doesn't matter what the disagreement is about, we just need for you to come in! And bring any computers, or cameras, or gadgets that can tell what the color of something is."

There was silence, and smirking Clint asked- "Would you be wondering about the color of a certain dress Phil?" More silence. "I do not need to know what the color of the dress is, because I know that it's white and gold. Fury says that it's black and blue though…. Can you just get over here as soon as you can?

I wrote this story a couple of days ago, and then ERASED IT. I tried to rewrite it, but feel it is not as good :( Fun fact, apparently people who see the dress as Blue and Black are more logical, and able to see through the illusion of the light or something…. So I figured with their enhance senses, Nat and Steve would of course be able to see it as blue right away :D I plan on updating my other stories really soon! Thank you for reading, please review!