I enjoyed the last five thing so much, that I decided to do another one. Hope you guys enjoy this one as well.
Disclaimer: I own nothing Marvel related except to occasionally borrow there Marvelous work.
The training room was all set up at its most difficult level for practice in anticipation for his solo mission tomorrow. He would be stuck in Chicago for Thor knows how long, and so had a wind current up as high as it could go, while he himself was as high in the rafters as possible. It wasn't to difficult of a shot, just wait for the right pressure and-"Hey Barton!"
His arm let go of the string with a nice loud thwack and the arrow went sailing much to far to the right. In a blind panic he drew another arrow and managed to make the two collide in mid air so that they both landed safely at the feet of one Stark.
"The fuck Stark!" I demanded as I hit the ground mere inches behind the man. He whirled around wide eyed and gasped.
"God Clint if you didn't want me in here all you had to do was say so. Showing off was never necessary."
"I have stated I didn't want you in here," I said slowly and calmly, trying to resist the impulse to strangle him, "seventeen times today. Why are you back in here?"
A spark of glee crept into his eyes as he launched into a full blown explanation of some targeting factor he was going to install into his suite. Going into way more detail then I ever would have cared for, I cut him off midway, "Why are you not telling Banner all this stuff? Isn't he your Science Bro?
Tony laughed and waved his hand in an airy sort of way, "Fury called him up to the helicarrier for the day. I thought you'd be interested, mister never misses," and he quirked a brow at the arrows still laying at his feet.
"You're lucky I don't miss," I hissed, "other wise one of those arrows would be embedded in your throat."
He visibly gulped before moving on, "So, back to my original point of would you like to come up to the roof and try it out?"
"No Tony," I sighed heavily, "I"m leaving in less then twenty-four hours for the windy city, I need to get some more work done."
He scowled and tisked in an almost childish manner. "We don't call you the guy who almost never misses. What do you need practice for?"
"I haven't left New York in months," I explained, "and its probably been one of the locations I've been in the longest, so I'm getting to used to the surroundings. I need to start building up for a new change of scenery."
Clearly not buying this, he opened his mouth, possibly for a new line of persuasion before I snapped, "Go play with JARVIS or something and leave me alone Stark. I'm busy."
He huffed and gave me a reproachful look before turning and finally leaving. It was as he walked out the door and glanced back at me did I realize what I'd just done. Oh, he was going to be back, now just for the sheer fun of annoying the shit out of me. Well, two could play at that game.
AAA
"How long can he hang upside down like that before we have to pull him down?" I asked, only mildly curious.
"Considering his big head, approximately four hours. It differs per person of course." Natasha answered without looking up.
"So you're saying we've got three hours and fifty nine minutes of Tony free time?" I exclaimed, a wicked grin spreading across my face.
"I like the way your mind works Barton," Natasha grinned as well, and the two quickly left as the profanity's followed them out of the training room.
Well that was number one. Four more times of attempting to get Stark to shut up, hope you enjoyed and let me know who's you want to see next. Don't worry I haven't forgotten about my other Avenger's story ChitChat, these all just linked together so well I decided to make them a five piece, or rather six counting the conclusion. Hope you enjoyed