All fun and games
Warnings: short?
A/N I've never actually seen any Marvel movies but I've read some comics, wiki pages, and a butt load of fanfiction so sorry if they're a bit OOC.
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Clint's lungs were burning as he ran towards a large rock for cover, his gun held close to his chest, panting to catch his breath. He slid behind the rock and pressed his back against it, checking his ammo. Only three left…
"Clinton Francis Barton!" Natasha yelled angrily from across the field they were in. Clint cringed at the use of his full name. "I'm going to find you, and when I do, I'm going to kill you!" Natasha made sure to yell the last two words with extra emphasis.
"Now now, Nat," Clint called back. "I'm sure we can work this out." Clint peeked out from his hiding spot, only to have projectiles smash into the rock, not four inches from his face. He quickly scrambled back behind his rock and searched for somewhere else to take cover.
"You're as good as dead, Barton!" She yelled. Her voice was full of hatred. Clint peeked out from the rock once again but this time he took careful aim and fired three projectiles. He didn't want to shoot Natasha but maybe he could spook her enough to surrender peacefully.
"Nat! If you surrender now I'm sure we can work this out." The archer called from his rock.
"You know as well as I do that neither one one of us are giving up!" The redhead yelled back. Clint checked his gun one again and peered over the rock.
"I don't want to shoot you, Nat! I just want to talk this out peacefully." Clint stood slowly, his gun still in hand.
"You're finished Barton!" Natasha yelled angrily. Even with Clint's fast thinking the archer was still hit in the side. With a cry of surprise, he stumbled to the ground, his gun was knocked from his grasp. Red was spilling everywhere. Clint quickly brought his hand up to wipe some of the red liquid away. He panted heavily as he propped himself up on his elbows do he could survey the damage. Natasha could be seen walking towards him with her gun in hand.
"Who would have thought it would end like this?" Natasha thought out loud. She kicked Clint's gun further away and brought her own to hover right above his heart.
"Tasha, I'm sure we can work something out!" Clint cried, desperately trying to find a way out of his situation.
"Goodbye Barton." A sick smile spread across her face as her fingers closed down on the trigger.
"Ouch!" Was the only response. "Nat," Clint whined "it hurts when you fire at close range. that's going to leave a bruise."
"Well sorry." Widow replied, offering a hand to Clint. Clint exempted it thankfully and grabbed his gun from where it had been kicked. "C'mon," Nat started "let's go get something to eat."
"Oh, can we get pizza?" Clint suggested.
"Why pizza? I thought you liked Chinese better?"
"My dog likes pizza." Clint grinned.
"Yeah whatever." Natasha rolled her eyes. "Just remember I am the paintball champion now."
"Don't be silly."
"Oh?" Natasha arched her eyebrows.
"I let you win."
"Did not."
"Did too." They started arguing childishly whilst walking back to headquarters.
"Did not."
"Did too."
"Did not."
"Did too." They argued all the way back until Clint quietly whispered a final 'did too' where Natasha couldn't hear him.
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~WhatsWithThe3DGlasses