For once, nothing much was really happening. Bruce was down in the labs doing science-y things, and Pepper was running about doing her usual business of keeping people happy and contacting people Tony probably never would despite his promises. Fury was finally quiet for once; new recruits were flooding in at this time of year, especially since school was over, and he, dare we say it, for once, did not ask for Clint's help. The archer in question was sitting at the top floor of Stark Tower, next to Tony on the couch with a large TV in front of them, the sound so loud Jarvis was hardly able to speak above it. One of Tony's greatest plans was to keep Clint entertained the entire year Natasha was gone on a mission in Russia.

How did he entertain the assassin? Call of Duty- Nazi Zombies.

"I'm going to punch you if you don't kill these dogs," Tony grumbled. Clint rolled his eyes.

"So what if my aim isn't the most perfect, eh? I d like to see you do better."

"You're fucking HAWKEYE."

"This is a VIDEO GAME."

"For the love of- just kill these dogs!"

Clint huffed and pressed the right trigger on his controller. Down went one flaming dog- then the next- and another- and what was Tony doing? Standing in the back of the tunnel, 'keeping guard', as he looked out a God damn window. Clint, who was sitting sideways on the couch with his boots on a pillow, kicked Tony in the shoulder and growled at him.

"You tell me to kill the dogs and you yourself don't help?" he asked. "What is teamwork? Can you carry it? Eat it? Tuck it into bed at night with a glass of warm milk? Is it a fleeting word that does not belong in Tony's vocabulary?"

"Oh come on, I know teamwork. I know teamwork like the back of my hand."

"Really. Is that why I'm dead?"

"Oh shit-"

"Hold on, Tasha's texting me. Don't start the game up, you jerk!"

Tony rolled his eyes and hit the pause button. He peered over Clint s shoulder, trying to get a peek at what he was texting, but was unable to. Over on Clint's side, he had texted, "I'm owning zombies like none other on this game."

They played for a few minutes longer, and then paused again as Clint got another text. He snorted. Tony snatched his cellphone away and looked at it, seeing, "Are you using a bow, Mr. Hawkeye?"

After grabbing it back and giving a swift kick to Tony's chest, Clint responded with, "Pft! I wish! I think I just died of laughter."

As he waited for a text back, Clint grabbed a glass of water Tony had gotten him. Not even ten seconds after, he received a text and all water in his mouth was spat at Tony, who cringed.

"Okay, what was that for? Now you need to show me that text because you just got your spit-ridden water all over my shirt."

Clint shoved his phone into Tony's face. The man pulled away to be able to read it, a grin slowly creeping up on his face as he finished. They stared in complete silence for a moment, and at one point Jarvis even asked what was wrong. Neither said anything as Clint quickly tapped away at his phone; Tony found it funny, how when not in the presence of other SHIELD agents or Fury, Clint was so...quirky. He made faces at his phone whenever he texted Natasha, and when not bombarded by stress he often talked in his sleep. It was kind of fun seeing Clint so stunned.

Silence lasted for only a few moments until Clint placed his phone on the coffee table.

"4 months..." Clint breathed. "I..."

"What's going on? It got too quiet in here." Steve appeared in the doorway, his arms crossed, with a curious look on his face.

"Oh, Cupid here only knocked up his girlfriend," Tony replied in a sing song voice, bringing his glass of Scotch up to his lips.

Clint growled and kicked Tony three times in the shoulder, once in the side of the head with the heel of his boot just for good measure. They bickered back and forth about 'thinking before you say something!', almost ready to lunge at each other until Steve held Clint back. Out of nowhere came Bruce, who was tightly holding Tony back.

"You owe me ten," Bruce said with a sly smile. They stopped their fighting, confused looks appearing on their faces. Clint lowered his leg and rested his foot against the pillow again, glaring daggers at Bruce.

Steve's grip slackened. "Fine, fine, whatever-"

"Did you bet?" Clint asked, his gaze flicking from Bruce to Steve, who was towering above him. "On what?

"Oh, on which of you was going to have a kid first," Bruce said, as if it did not mean anything in the world. "But that's not important. What's important is that you two don't decapitate each other."

Clint's phone began to vibrate. Steve let him go and the assassin lunged for the phone, checking it quickly, his eyes darting back and forth. Heaving a sigh, he leaned back on the couch, propped one foot at the edge of the table, and responded to Natasha, eyebrows furrowed. Tony scooted over to look over Clint's shoulder as he typed. Suddenly the smaller man tensed and his button mashing stopped.

"Wait. Isn't Natasha IN RUSSIA?"

"God damn it, Katniss," Tony grumbled, standing and sticking a finger in the ear that Clint had just yelled in. Clint placed his phone on the couch cushion next to him and stood. He approached Tony calmly, an intense look in his eye. "Let's see your reaction when your best friend tells you she's pregnant and in the middle of Russia on a confidential mission that I can't even know about.

Sunlight suddenly brightened the room. Clint and Tony let out loud hisses, moans, and groans, turning away from the windows that had gone from dark and tinted to clear. Steve gave the two disappointed looks and walked away, Bruce following close behind.

"Damn, what time is?" Tony looked at his wrist, noticing that his watch was gone. Narrowing his eyes against the light, he stumbled over the couch and strolled into the kitchen, leaning down over the stove to read, '1:30' on the clock. "Pepper, where are you-?"

Clint saw Pepper standing in front of the windows, a tiny smile on her face. One arm was crossed over her chest, her other up with a controller in her hand pointed toward the roof.

"You guys haven't left this floor in a week," she said. "I'm pretty sure you haven't seen light in days, let alone food."

"Food is for the weak," Clint hissed, sitting- more like flopping- down on the couch. He crossed his arms and crossed one leg over the other, jumping when his phone went off.

'Looks like I'm still going to be here for a few more weeks.'

'Oh, I want you back now. What do they have you doing?'

'Confidential.'

'Damn it, I forgot. Sorry. If it was me in charge, I'd have you back tomorrow.'

'Clint, I've still got a lot of things to finish before I can leave. They'll have me back soon, okay?'

Tony reached down and snatched the phone one more time. Clint reached up to grab it, but Tony sprinted to the other side of the room, tapping away at the screen. Around and around the suite they went, Clint screaming curses at Tony, who was leaping on the counters of the kitchen and scrambling up the fridge. Clint had lost sight of him and was now whipping his head back and forth, searching for Stark.

'Hey, Nat, you think Legolas will find me on top of the fridge?'

'Are you asking for a death sentence, Stark?'

'Oh come on- shit he found me!'

Not only had Clint found Tony, but he had one of his old bows out, an arrow notched, and his stance was strong. Oh dear. Tony grinned and leaped down. In his mind, no way was Clint going to get his phone back. Or, well, if he did, Tony would just get his own phone, find Natasha's number, and bug her that way. What was going on was so different- he wondered what it would be like to see their assassin baby running around.

Now he was outside, still texting Natasha. She was furiously sending texts back, telling him that there was no way he would be able to make it past Clint. He simply rolled his eyes and stuffed the phone into his back pocket, telling Jarvis to only put the boots and arms of his suit on as he ran onto the launch pad. He was headed to the top of the tower, just to sit and terrorize Clint's girlfriend. But, when he arrived up there, the archer was waiting for him, an arrow pointed straight at him.

"What- how-"

"I have my ways. Now give me my God damn phone, Stark. I am serious."

Both men were slightly wavering back and forth; for the past week they had been living off of instant ramen, a ton of soda (or alcohol in Tony's case), and have been playing nothing but video games. Neither had seen the light of day. Being outside so suddenly for this long was...wow, they could hardly see and the windows had been open for about thirty minutes by now.

"Give me the phone, Tony," Clint growled, a hint of warning in his voice.

"I don't have to give you anything, Tony retorted, crossing his arms and smirking. Then, Stark darted towards the entrance to the top floor of the tower. Clint, somehow managing to muster up a short burst of energy, lashed out and tackled the man to the ground. The genius pulled the phone out his pocket and held it out, hoping it was out of the archers reach. Thankfully, it was, but Clint crawled over the man and grabbed his phone, snapping a few fingers in the process.

Bruce was furious at the two. Fortunately, he was able to keep his cool and splinted Tony s broken fingers rather calmly. But, there was nothing anyone could do for the man s bruised ego. Throughout the day, Stark shot glares at the archer and, with his good hand, he pointed two fingers at his eyes and then at Clint, silently vowing to get him back.

Shinzu : Explanation time? It's an on going roleplay between me and Rakei. We've decided to turn it into a fanfiction! We're trying to keep the characters...IN character.